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Stuck

March 19th, 2008, 10:39 am by Heather Seely

Stuck in the middle

In the front of the boat in the blue is the captain of our long boat. He’s supposed to be behind me. Behind him is the dock where I thought we were supposed to land. We stopped moving, but we were definitely not at the dock. Instead, we hit a sandbar. The local Rotarians were using bamboo sticks to push us, and the captain waded into the Mekong River to finally get us unstuck.

The trip to Laos by longboat was a bit more exciting than what we saw when we got over there (the same cheap shopping as night markets in Thailand). But I must hand it to the Thais; longboats are quite the ingenious design. The ride is amazing smooth even when handling the wake of a barge. You just need to make sure there’s water under them.

Laos is more

More excitement

March 18th, 2008, 9:20 am by Heather Seely

Even before eating bugs last night, things were pretty interesting.  In an odd turn of events, the Rotary meeting was by far the most formal and in the nicest hotel of all we have attended, but it was the least technicalogically prepared for us.  Every other club has had a projector for us to use, so I have just hooked up my laptop.  Last night was the first time we actually used our own projector.  (At least it got some use.)

The exciting part was getting it set up.  We were having some communication difficulties, and eventually, I was sent up to the sound/light booth.  To get there, I trekked through the servants area to a little room with a seven-foot metal ladder leading up through a hole in the ceiling to a loft.  Once in the loft, one must climb on one’s hands and knees to the window area where at least you can sit up.  It was a challenge doing all of this while carrying alternately a computer, a projector or both.  And for those who don’t know me well, I am 6-2.  Oh, and I was wearing a business skirt, jacket, and heels.  Getting up and down was a trip.  It inspired many giggles from the staff as I tried desperately not to flash them … repeatedly as I seemed to have to venture up and down several times.

Eventually, they let me set up downstairs, which is what I wanted to do the whole time, and we managed to eek out our presentation.  As always, it was an adventure.

Things I did eat

March 17th, 2008, 10:38 am by Heather Seely

After two night markets selling tasty wares, I gave into temptation.  I tried a crunchy, fried Thai treat.  Click on the picture for a tease, but I might save the details for the food pages of the Journal-Courier.  (If you’re wondering, that’s a cricket.)

Cricket

Things I didn’t eat

March 17th, 2008, 5:11 am by Heather Seely

I finally saw them at a night market in Phayao, but I didn’t try. I’m working up the courage. I might in Chiang Mai. (Click for a larger image to see what I am talking about.)

Yummy

On the rare occasion that we are given menus to order from (this has only happened twice despite numerous times eating out), the English translations are often horribly misspelled. For example, “Deep Fried” is a common section header. I’ve seen “deep” spelled “depp,” “deed,” and “deef” sometimes all within the same menu. This misspelling amused me enough to take a picture. Not surprisingly I did not order this menu item. (Click for a larger picture and look closely for the error.)

Lost in translation

The peak

March 15th, 2008, 3:30 am by Heather Seely

Arriving in Phayao (our sixth city in two weeks), we were all pretty exhausted. Our hosts told us where we would be staying but to grab an overnight bag for the night as we were heading for the mountains.

Normally, this would rouse joy in me because I love natural beauty. But how unclear are plans were (I was told the business skirt I was currently wearing would be appropriate attire; it was not) and how tired we all felt left me unsettled.

After another long drive, we spent a lovely afternoon with some Hmong children or hill tribes as they call them here, who first performed for us at their school and then toured us around their town.

Hmong

I was most struck by the contrast of ancient ways with modern life. In a contemporary looking home, a family of 27 shared a living space where the women practiced traditional cloth making arts next to the TV and DVD player. It was a strange juxtaposition.

The evening meal and accommodations were very outdoorsy, and Wendy and I were not too comfortable with them. Riding in the back of a pickup truck up a mountain was a bit reminiscent of my childhood on the farm, but I just wasn’t to sure of the food sanitation levels and was a bit nervous.

At 5 a.m. we were roused for a sunrise hike. At 6 a.m., we finally left. The half-mile climb was arduous, but the view and feeling of accomplishment were worth it. Although the white skirt and flip-flops I was wearing were perhaps not really hiking gear, I was glad I was not wearing the business skirt. And I didn’t even have the most inappropriate shoes — that award went to our host’s wife who had a bit of a platform heel.

Peak

This journey has been much like climbing a mountain. We have reached the peak in our trip, but there is still a long climb down.

Freak out

March 13th, 2008, 3:17 am by Heather Seely

As I have mentioned before, I have been hitting the wall lately. Today I was feeling on the verge of tears most of the day like all the excitement had gone from my life. And mind you, we did some exciting things — like visit an elephant sanctuary where we saw them paint (remarkably well, I might add). In the past 48 hours, all three of us girls have had a bit of a breakdown, but I did it in a much more dramatic fashion.

While at a Rotary meeting sitting next to the District Governor, the illness (headache, dizziness, nausea) that I had been feeling all day came to a peak. He asked me how I was enjoying the trip. In my state of deliriousness, I told him how much I enjoyed everything we have done but how exhausted and ill I was feeling at the moment (but in much greater detail as apparently the illness had gone straight to my head and turned off any filters).

All of a sudden, I started feeling extremely lightheaded again. Everything started to spin a bit. I gripped the table and tried to continue my conversation. It was not enough; I knew I was about to pass out. I excused myself and headed for the hall because it seemed like a better place to pass out than in a room full of strangers. (Roger told me later that my face was turning bright red during this time.) By the time I made it to the hall, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I kept thinking, “Don’t be the stupid farang, who has a breakdown during the meeting.” I couldn’t help it. I started hyperventilating then crying because I was so scared of how ill I felt and so embarrassed by it.

Roger, being a good team leader, immediately followed me out and tried to calm me. I was pretty much hysterical — crying and trying to gasp out that I couldn’t breathe. Our hosts brought some water and smelling salts as Peter, Roger, and Jamie tried to coax me back into normal breathing. Eventually, I started to regain my strength, and our host took Jamie and I home early.

I still have no idea what happened to me (though I think it was part physical and part mental), and I can’t quite decide if I was more scared or embarrassed (but I was definitely both). I felt like such a weak person and so humiliated. And now I add to my embarrassment by sharing it with you.

My Thai twin

March 11th, 2008, 11:13 pm by Heather Seely

Apparently in Thailand, I have a twin. Her name is Natalie. I should be flattered. She is a former Miss Universe. What do you think?

Natalie Glebova

Apparently, Natalie married a top-ranked Thai tennis player (I accidentally said golfer before, but meant tennis player), thus making her a celebrity here. In almost every town I have traveled to (including within the first few minutes of stepping off the plane in Phitsanulok), at least one person tells me I look like her. In some towns, like Phrae where we are now, almost every person tells me this.

I wonder if it is just because they associate farang (foreigners) with Natalie or if they really think we share more than being tall and brunette. (As they say, all Westerners look alike.) I’ll let you be the judge.

Where are all the houses?

March 10th, 2008, 6:42 pm by Heather Seely

When we arrived in Phitsanulok, for several days we wondered as we drove around, “Where are all the houses?” Every building seemed to be a business. I wondered if maybe some people lived in the top floors of the business like New York City apartments, but we just did not understand. After being here a week and staying with Thai families, we have learned that many people’s homes are the same as their businesses. Often city families run a business on the first floor and have living space on the top floors. In fact the words for work (wan) and house (ban) are very similar. My confusion was borne in trying to superimpose my Western concepts of urban planning on an Eastern town.

Even some families who live outside of the heart of the city have their business and home on the same property. So although there are free-standing houses, there will probably be a business next door. One of my hostesses explained that Thai cities are not zoned for residential or commercial use. You simply get permission to build your house from the town, and then you can choose to run a business on the same property or not.

Street scene

Although our hosts have often pointed out the “heart of the city,” it is difficult for my Western eye to discern this. In fact, our first few days in Phitsanulok, most of the group was quite confused where we were going the majority of the time. There are no grid patterns or town squares becauses businesses can be anywhere.

The combination of home and work, along with many other Thai customs, reminds me of how things worked in America 100 to 150 years ago. For example, my current hosts have five house staff and three business employees, and my last hosts had 20 farm workers who lived in houses on their property. Most homes in America no longer have live-in help except for the very rich. Also, many Thai houses also have outdoor kitchens. The cooks prepare the food there to keep the smells and heat out of the house. This has not been common in the United States for quite some time.

Thai houses are also more open to nature. Most townhouses have roll-down gates in the front to lock the business up at night. But during the day, when it is rolled up, the entire front of the building is open to the street. There is no front door. When I was first driving by these places, if the doors were down, I would wonder what that space was used for. Based on the size of the door, I hypothesized wrongly that it was a garage. Lesson for the week: Don’t try to superimpose your cultural ideas onto a new culture.

Picture perfect

March 9th, 2008, 10:28 am by Heather Seely

Instead of trying (and failing) to be clever today at this late hour, I am going to let some pictures speak for me. (Please click on the photos for a larger image.)

This sign was in the public bathroom in the lobby of the less than luxury resort we were staying in a few nights ago. Jamie and Wendy noticed it when they left the karaoke party that featured two women in questionable attire.

Sign

Tonight we attended the city fair. They don’t have prizes like this at our carnivals.

Prizes

Like dogs in the U.S., apparently bunnies get to wear clothes in Thailand.

Bunnies

Umm. Yummy.

Gemini

Housing heaven

March 8th, 2008, 4:59 am by Heather Seely

Today I hit the housing lottery jackpot. After a week in Thailand, we finally got to see into someone’s house today and got to stay with our first host families.

Mine has a daughter who speaks English like a native. She is visiting from her university in Bangkok primarily because of my visit. On the way to the house, she explained to me that we were going to the house in the country as they have two houses – one near her father’s school (which he owns) and one in the country near her mom’s work (she runs a tobacco farm). When we pulled up, we did a short driving tour of the farm first and then back to the house. It belongs in architectural digest. It is the picture of classic Thai style mixed with modern flair. Everything is white or wood – white marble floors in one part, teak in the other; teak doors, teak furniture, teak trim, teak windows (with a beautiful metal design in the middle). I have my own room with a king bed and a bathroom nicer than my one at home (sorry mom). Pak, the daughter, told me they built the house just three years ago, and they normally stay in the city house. Although everyone else’s accommodations sound very nice as well (Roger has his own house as his host is a contractor building small homes near his), none are anything like this.

Early in the day, we entered our first Thai house when a Rotarian from Sawankalok invited us to lunch. He owns a construction business and is currently building an agri-tourism resort on his property. His house was quite large (I think someone counted six bedrooms … each possibly with its own bath) and an interesting study in contrasts. Some things were amazingly beautiful (like the doors carved with elephants entering the kids’ bedroom) and some not so much (like the 1970s style ceiling tiles). The most amazing part was the house within a house. It looked like a traditional style Thai house surrounded by a koi pond (complete with bridge) in the middle of their house. It was one of the many en suite bedrooms and unique.

Although today was a study in Thai opulence, I am sure I will run into some houses that are not that way (much like that last hotel).

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