Monday, March 21, 2011

Same, Same BUT DIFFERENT!


  
Hello all! I’m here, in-between the waves and the island lifestyle in which I’m growing too much accustomed to in Koh Tao. All of you were spot-on in  saying this particular island is worth a visit! It’s not as touristy as Phuket and Koh Samui but I’m loath to escape to the ultimate quiet bay given my prospects of landing up soon in some tiny village in the middle of nowhere to teach… will keep you up to date on my post when I find one! Job-seeking aside, although I am applying everyday, let me get you more attuned to my experience thus far…

"I think I'll go and eat worms..."

Kakalakka!
I have quaffed the local whiskey by the case, and danced around poles with the lady boys. I have sung in unionism with a live cover band at an Irish bar, and begrudgingly put ice in most of my lukewarm beers (that’s what they do here – yes, sacrilege!). I have stayed in beach bungalows where one hears the ocean which makes me utterly content,  I’ve visited waterfalls, and stared into the eyes of sad and overworked elephants. I've had fish nibble at my feet for a pedicure, and gone diving with the Turtles in Koh Tao. 

Wan, Keg and I.
But what I want more than ever is to gain a footing into this mystical and peaceful place and learn to understand what makes these beautiful, tiny people smile and never show a bad emotion.

In Thai cultural class, we were told about ‘losing face’, something that Thai people avoid at all costs. To live up to this conviction, they smile at all costs, and believe firmly in the saying ‘Mai pben rai’ – literally meaning ‘no worries’ or nevermind’  - reminding me vividly of the Zanzibarian saying – Hakuna Matata!

Image of the revered Thai King
We also learnt that we must treat Thai money, the Baht, with respect. That is to say that no scrunching up the notes and letting then loose in the bottom of your handbag!  Notes are to be kept folded neatly in half in a wad in  your front pockets, not back pocket as that means you sit on the money and thereby degrade its worth. When presenting the notes, the Kings image must always face upwards. The Thai people adore their King – and I must say he is a pretty awesome guy. He is totally committed to his people, taking an active initiative in helping the poor and reading letters arriving from the most remote villages and replying to them in person. Every Monday is King’s day and some schools don’t open or if they do, people can where their yellow shirts that are the royal colour.

The cultural maxim of ‘Same Same but Different’ is everywhere, printed on tourist t-shirts and evident in most conversations I’ve had when asking a Thai to explain a cultural conundrum.

Another cultural epithet is the curtailment of public displays of affection. Between the same genders, affection is welcomed, one often seeing two girls hugging each other or two men holding hands. But man – on- woman affection and visa-versa is seen to be a private affair to be had behind doors. An endearing way to greet a member of the opposite sex that one may have affinity for is to place your nose in front of their ear and give two or three gently sniffs.

Everyone is expected to take off their shoes when entering someone’s home, including a temple that is the home of Buddha and many various other deities and revered monks. Many shops and restaurants are makeshift enterprises run from a family’s home, so the same applies here. At school, teachers and kids remove their shoes when entering places of learning as a sign of respect. And as a male teacher, you are not allowed to arrive at school in shoes that reveal your toes – us females have that luxury of airing our foot appendages in the humidity.  A scenario that they would explain as same same, but different! And of course, a lady’s shoulders, bosoms and knees need to be covered at all times at school. Needless to say, a teachers dress is very conservative, counterbalancing the utter respect we are given in everyday life; Kru ‘In’ they call me.

When eating your food, one must only ever use the fork to scoop food onto your spoon – never put a fork in your mouth (Try eating a salad with a spoon!) Needless to say, I haven’t ordered a salad yet, and my chopstick skills are mounting. The most devoured dish by me is the Pad Thai mooung, served with fried peanuts and crispy pork. The crunchiness of the sprouts is just to die for. I’ve had so many different dishes, but this by far is the most constantly delicious one! It can be bought as street food, in all Thai eateries and made expensively available in top-class restaurants.

My Thai is flourishing, and people think I’m a Thai teacher instead of an English teacher – lol! The more Mekhong Whiskey I imbibe, the more fluent I am!
Primary School - Thong Krut, Samui

The little teaching experience I have had in the past two weeks has been exhilarating, if not absolutely physically draining!  Nonetheless the kindergarten kids have claimed my heart and eagerly hang on to my every word and action. Their chorus of the words I present on the flashcards like ‘dog’, ‘cat’, ‘fish’ (pronounced ‘fit’ – they have difficulty with sh), and ‘snake’ (said ‘s_a_nake’ as they don’t understand two consonants together) is echoed eagerly and loudly. I find that their brains are like sponges at this age (3-6 yrs old).  So I tut with delight at their noise. But still I grab my lower back to ease the muscle cramps and wring the sweat out of my shirt after a warmer of ‘Simon says’ or a song like ‘Heads, shoulders, knees and toes’!
There I am - in the middle! 

All in all, I’m having a ball. I am finding my voice and my way in this amazing land. I have not given you a day to day account of my travels this time. My time has seemed to blur into one incredible experience. I’ve met some lovely people, some local, others from across the globe – All with similar good tidings to offer up about their sojourn in Thailand.
  I  implore you to sit tight, and next time I’ll retrace my steps across the islands for you all. Until then, please send me news from your side and know that I AM missing all my beautiful friends and family.





Thursday, March 3, 2011

Sawatdee ka.

My time in Old Town Phuket was an experience for sure. I last wrote about my stay at the backpackers there, set amid the quaint colourful buildings, side walk cafes and bars and filled with the aromas of sweet gooey fried pork, mussaman curries and the best pad thai I’ve ever had – and OFCOURSE the TOM YAM GOONG!

The colourful buildings in Soi Thalang - the road where my backpackers is.



Wednesday night, 23rd Feb I went out with Billy, a New Zealander gas engineer now divorced and travelling Thailand, Cambodia, Malaysia and Indonesia. We started off with a tempid Singh beer and a rather eccentric trinket and antique-clad bar with an even more eccentric – or rather, touched, barman. I know by now that communicating with the beautiful Thai people is extremely frustrating, if not an absolute joy as they continue in a sing-song voice and smile and nod at your requests or questions. Even when they try their hand at English the tang of their pronunciation makes it sound as foreign and as Thai as it can get. 

puu-ying Thai suaay ka - Thai woman are beautiful
We forged on, leaving the barman grinning away and stepped into a bar with a band playing covers of English rock songs – the lead guitarist and singer looking deceptively akin to Rodriegus. Another Singh down and we came upon an expat bar, complete with the standard poms, aussies, kiwis, irish and swedes. We joined in the pub quiz that had only just begun and Billy and I gallantly wrote down the answers that we knew. It was great fun! THEN we went to a night club for Mekong cocktails and listened to a Thai band who had the locals in rapture. The beautiful Thai girls are reallt easy going and so friendly!

The next morning, Billy and I took a songateaw to the coast, me being very excited to wash the first Thai hangover away and enjoy my first dip in the sea.

We got off the songataew at Kata beach, after driving past small Thailand Chang (elephants), tied in chains and waiting to take a load of tourists on their back for a trek into the hillside. Now, I’m not saying I don’t want to go elephant trekking. I’d just prefer to do it in the mountains up north, away from roads and tourists and where the elephants live in sanctuaries and are well looked after. The beach was PACKED with farang (tourists), hundreds upon hundreds of parasols and loungers stacked up against each other that you can hardly walk between them. Jet skis and ski boats dominated the waters and the pretty sight of a nearby island appealed more to my sense of a tropical paradise. We however claimed a spot on the sand close to the water and reviewed our Thai phrases and words, and learning how to count to ten in Thai - ning, song, saam, see, haa, hok, djet, bpair, gaow, sip! After two hours on the beach, my stomach craved food and we did the most UN-tourist thing and spent Baht 40 (R10) each on Thai noodle soup, always with fresh spring onions, coriander, crispy sugarsnap peas and baby corn - yummy! We were the only farang eating from this cute little street stall, with a smiling Thai man every so eager to please. I just don't get why people travel all the way to Thailand to eat McDs, pizza, or spaghetti bolognaise. The seaside towns are inundated with boards and menus proclaiming 'Western breakfasts', 'Italian food', an 'Irish pub', 'hamburgers', 'steaks' and even 'bangers and mash'! It just really gets my goat - but hey...All in all, I found Kata Beach and Karon Beach incredibly over-populated, and their seaside restaurants, hotels and shops tacky, overpriced and just SO NOT what I would like to experience if I was a tourist wanting a tropical getaway. I can't imagine what a state Patong must be in? But it is part of Thailand, its the part that makes Thai people fat for indulging in Western food - its a fact!

Ferry approaching Ko Samui
On Friday 25th, I arose early, packed my backpack, and made for my journey to the island of Ko Samui where I would be doing my 2 week teacher training course. I paid Baht 850 (R220) for a bus and ferry trip to the island instead of B2200 for a plane ticket. Instead of a one hour flight to Thailand's oldest island, it took me 12 hours to get there. I travelled by minibus for 3 hours to Surat Thani where I waited in a transfer hut from 11am to 2.30pm with about 12 other backpackers. We then took a 1.5 hour drive in an AIRCONDITIONED bus to DonPak harbour and joined about 50 more backpackers heading to the islands of Ko Samui and Ko Pha Nang. The wait was half hour until we boarded the ferry. At 5pm - I arrived on the island, took a songataew (something that is second nature to me and reminds me of the dollar-dollars in Zanzibar) to Lamai and have been here for a week tomorrow! At this very moment I find myself sitting outside my beach bungalow, two cats at my feet, under the palm trees, listening to the night sounds (I'll tell you about the insane geckos that wail next time) and the waves gently caressing the shoreline. It seems like I’ve been here for months. 
I'll write you all about it in my next blog...
A view from my bungalow