Village Description

Today represents my official first whole week at my new house and village and it is quite, well pretty much like most other days. This blog is going to be a small dictation of my life in my village now that I have actually experienced it. It is hard to determine where to start because there are so many varied subjects that at least merit a small description. I suppose the subject of weather would be appropriate given that it is almost universally the default subject in an ephemeral conversation.

The weather here can really only be described as absolutely perfect. My house is only a little over 1,000 m in elevation but it is absolutely amazing how much this can affect the weather when you are located in the tropics. Everyday is it 75-80 F and given that it is the rainy season, it rains most days, although almost never all day. It is really astounding how much a 60 km drive and a mere drop in elevation of a few hundred meters to the town of Pai can change the weather. After spending time in my village, Pai seems to be a sweltering chaotic tourist town. Ironically, quite contrary to my perception, it is known throughout Thailand as being the most laid back, cool, mountain tourist destination that Thailand has to offer.

The weather creates an environment that is characterized by lush vegetation displaying myriad hues of green with mist and cloud enshrouded mountains providing the backdrop. Depending on the elevation, you move from lush jungle like forests with innumerable varieties of deciduous trees to pine forest with towering trees and lush undergrowth that captures the rays of light that filter through the canopy. When the sun shines it illuminates the brilliant greens, bounces off the mountains, and makes the low hanging clouds move from dark grey to brilliant gold. I have always believed that the late afternoon is the best part of the day. The low light casts shadows on every object it encounters, the wind dies down, the birds are out in force, and people are energetically enjoying the freedom to take advantage of the last of the sun’s rays after a long day of work or school. Each day during this period, with the cool air, the sense of excitement and hope, and the thought that I get to live here for another 20 months I just can’t believe the luck that life has bestowed on me.

Crisscrossing all of this amazing natural beauty are the dirt roads that battle the mountains and the rain for supremacy, and it truly is an epic battle. The soil in this area has a high concentration of clay that is able to shrug off copious amounts of water yet retains enough to make traveling quite a task, which is exacerbated by the mountainous terrain. Not only does the soil on the roads become extraordinarily slippery it also becomes a sticky red mess. Given that I have to ride my trusty bicycle to every destination I have given up on wearing long pants and long ago stopped worrying about having even a semblance of cleanliness until I can return home and shower. Off of every road there are hundreds of trails that run off into the forest which eventually lead to one of the characteristic raised wooden houses of the Karen people. These trails have proved perfect for my daily runs.

In my short week of being at site my diligent IRBing and help from Ajan Tete has uncovered

several promising projects. A group hailing from the three northern tambons in Amphoe Mae Chaem has recently received funding to start planting coffee in their mountain environment. When I first arrived in this area I wondered why more coffee wasn’t planted because it seemed like the perfect environment. This area really reminds me of the highlands of Guatemala where the dominant agricultural product is coffee. The other day I ran across the group filling plastic

The Joys of Thailand

The Great Moving Experience

I have officially made it to my village! After much anticipation I made it to my mountain paradise, and it appears my co-workers have as well. The SAO decided to create a temporary office in my village until the new office can be built in one of the villages nearby. Now for me this is a mixed blessing. It is great to have all the male staff members up here, the females are staying at the other temporary office in Mae Chaem, because I have made good friends with all of them. Secondly, the satellite internet has been installed at the office therefore I don’t have to bike several hundred kilometers in order to have access. I’m sure you are now wondering what the down side is. Well, although the SAO was able to make the plans to move the office up to a temporary building it conveniently overlooked the fact that they would need a place to live once they got up there. Since my co-workers first found out that I was going to be living in my new fairly large house they have been dropping hints that they would like to stay, or would be staying, in my house. I finally got the courage up to tell them that Americans need their privacy and they conceded to the fact that I wanted to live “home alone.” That was true until everyone moved up here with me. They conveniently weaseled their way into staying temporarily in my house until they could find other housing. A month was the planned time frame, but they seemed to have made themselves at home. It is actually not all that bad because they have taken over the downstairs and I have the upstairs to myself. The only problem is that it is a wooden house and when they wake up at 5:30 am every morning and start playing their music the noise has no problem finding its way into my room. As most of you know I am not a morning person so this kind of gets on my nerves. I suppose that if this is the biggest problem I have to face that I have a will have a great Peace Corps experience!

During my first week I got to do a lot of my Peace Corps IRBing (intentional relationship building). Up to this point I felt as if my Thai was maybe not all that good but as I was IRBing I came to a fascinating revelation. For the first three months I had mainly spent time with the SAO staff. After a short period I exhausted most of my previously learned vocabulary and interesting subjects. Therefore everything I had to talk about was something totally new and not surprisingly a real struggle. I was learning a lot but it seemed like I wasn’t because most conversations were so difficult. When I embarked on my IRBing I realized that I actually spoke a significant amount of Thai it was just simply that I hadn’t been using the Thai that I had learned because it would have been repetitive. The compliments I got from the recipients of my IRBing were great. When I speak to someone in Thailand these days they always ask me how many years I have lived in Thailand. When I reply that I have been here for six months the simply can’t believe it. Often times the truly don’t believe me. I think they see so many farangs that have lived here for years and years and can barely utter a sentence that to encounter someone who can speak in full sentences is a true anomaly.

An Island Birthday
My birthday happened to fall on a long weekend and I took advantage of that to go visit one of Thailand’s famous tropical islands. It was Morgan’s last week in Thailand so the two of us made the trip to island paradise of Ko Chang. We arrived on the island on my birthday and spent the day relaxing, drinking beer, swimming, and enjoying the scenery. We went and had Italian for dinner and it was quite an experience. The restaurant was pretty nice with white table cloths and waiters in suits, but it wouldn’t be Thailand if it weren’t for the fact that it was next door to a go-go bar with all separating the two was some lattice and a few plants! The go-go music was blasting and that’s was what we got to enjoy in the Italian restaurant as well. We went out to a club that night and ended up making friends (being befriended) by a group of Thais. We ended up hanging out with them for the rest of the night and had quite a time dancing, night swimming, and after bar party at their room.

The following day we enjoyed the sun and signed up for a snorkeling tour to the small islands off the main island of Ko Chang. We woke up the morning of our tour and it was one of those tropical downpours where it rains so hard that it is hard to see ten feet in front of you. What a day to go snorkeling we thought. We had wasted a whole sunny day being hung over and now our snorkeling tour was going to be a bummer. We headed out on rickety boats without regard to the rain and battled the high seas. It was a roller coaster ride and many people were not holding down their breakfast as we made our way to the first island. Amazingly enough, as we reached the first island the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to poke through the clouds. The day turned out being amazing and the islands, beaches and reefs were even better. Although I put concerted effort into no getting burnt my eagerness to go swimming washed off my recently applied sunscreen and baked my back like the lobsters pulled of the reef and plopped into a boiling pot. We had really wanted to do some hiking on the island but the following day consisted of rain and more rain and we ended up getting a lot of reading done. We left early the next day very satisfied with our little island excursion.

Culture Puzzle

Wow...nearly two months have passed since I last wrote. I’m sure it was a welcome respite for many and a painful absence for a few (although I’m not quite sure who). I have officially been in Thailand for six months and that duration may be at the root of the inactivity of my blog. The time has flown by and I have done and seen such amazing things, made great friends both Thai and American, and learned so much about this sometimes overwhelmingly exotic country. The first few months after arriving in a foreign land is to use a somewhat cliché but apt comparison a rollercoaster ride. Each day the struggle to understand the language, culture, and people causes a euphoria and fear which are at constant battle for control of the greater part of your emotions. From minute to minute one finds oneself feeling that the puzzle is finally coming together to then only have the notion shattered by the reckless toddler who sees the puzzle as simply a congregation of myriad colors. The broken pieces are then left strewn about the floor for yet another attempt at understanding what the toddler couldn’t see, a culture replete with its infinite intricately cut pieces.

As time passes the pieces become more familiar. Familiarity is interrupted with bouts of vagueness when the location of one of the pieces that could shed illuminating light on the darkened puzzle seems to be lost somewhere in the dimness just beyond reach. Sometimes many hours are spent looking for the matching aperture to the notch of the piece that you hold in your hand, to ultimately realize that the notch in your hand was not the shape you had initially believed it to be. The location is soon discovered and much self-deprecation is allotted for lacking to see such a seemingly simple variation that changed the meaning in such a drastic way. These hiccups become ever more few and far between and soon more pieces are added to the puzzle each day with little thought. This is where I find myself right now. Thailand for the most part makes sense but this does not undermine the fact that I am still working with a puzzle I have never seen before with thousands of pieces that still lay before me.

It is July 16, 2007 and I have just returned from Kanchanaburi where all PCVs from group 119 reunited for Pre-Service Training II. Two weeks were spent at a posh resort where we learned many participatory development techniques as well as once again tackling the Thai language with the venerable Peace Corps Ajans (teachers). It was a very informative and entertaining two weeks. It was excellent to get to see all my friends that I had said goodbye to three months earlier as we all left on our way to our far flung destinations within the country of Thailand. This
Wednesday I once again embark on a new epoch in my Peace Corps experience. After somewhat naively believing that I would move up to my village and my new house more than a month ago it now appears more likely than not that I will actually make the transition. All my things are packed and waiting at the door, the house is finished being built, and a trip is planned for Wednesday. It seems to be the union of all the perfect factors that will guarantee a successful move, although I have learned to be cautiously optimistic.

My moving in resolution is to keep my blog updated weekly like I had originally intended. This will probably also cut down on my long windedness that has more than once been told makes for quite a drawn out and somewhat less entertaining blog reading experience. By the way, one other resolution is to train daily for the Bangkok Marathon in November. I would love to accomplish such a feat and apparently my other volunteer friends have a similar outlook, and what better time to do it!

Alone, never!

I haven’t written a blog for quite some time because there hasn’t been a whole lot to tell. Most of my days are either spent in the SAO office learning Thai or in the car driving between my village and the office. Wedged in between are meetings where I get to sit around and not understand more than five or six words every ten minutes, but I suppose that is the nature of learning a language. In fact, I know! I always catch myself reflecting back on my language learning experience in Guatemala and in some respects it provides solace and in others anguish. It has calmed my nerves about the rate of language acquisition but has brought on slight depression knowing how long it will take before having a somewhat intellectually stimulating conversation is not like trying to figure out a calculus equation....but life goes on!

I recently got selected to be the representative from Group 119 to be on the Project Advisory Committee (PAC) for the Community-Based Organizational Development (CBOD) program. I will be working with the Thai government, Peace Corps directors, and receiving input from current volunteers in order to evaluate the current CBOD program and formulate future project frameworks. I think it is an excellent opportunity and will put to use some of the very expensive skills that I acquired in graduate school. My first meeting will be next week and I am eager to see how it goes.

Last week I had a little business outing with the SAO staff. The SAO bought hundreds of frogs, thousands of fish, and several pigs for the villagers in the tambon to raise. I went with No to the fish farm and picked up nearly a hundred bags of fingerling catfish that were packed into the bed of the pickup for the four hour journey to the tambon. I was a little skeptical that the fish would survive the journey in the brutal Thai heat, but soon we were on our way. We met Boy and Eood a short while later and found out that the acquisition of the frogs was pretty poorly planned. They had bought plastic clothes baskets to transport the frogs but had only cardboard to cover them with. With frogs being a fairly wet species it isn’t hard to imagine the outcome of this action. The cardboard soon became thoroughly soaked and frogs were having a hoe-down in the back of Eood’s pickup. We stopped near a market, in the hot sun, and proceeded to buy more baskets to place over the other basket. Frogs were jumping everywhere and I was running around chasing them try not to get run over by the cars speeding by on the road not three feet from where we parked. All the while the fish are in the back of the other truck sitting in water that had to be at about boiling point. It was funny how slow my Thai friends worked to get those frogs back into the baskets. I don’t think there was much thought about the state of the fish. When we finally arrived in the tambon there were at least 20 frogs dead and what seemed to be half of the fish, although I haven’t heard official numbers (as if there would be any). Even though the operation was not a total success it makes me happy to see that my SAO is actually supporting community projects because many of my friends who are in the CBOD program find their SAO to be office oriented and unwilling to venture out into the communities they represent.

This trip was the first visit I had made to my village since the beginning of the rainy season. I thought it was gorgeous up there before and now it simply seems like paradise. The formerly nude forest is abound with leaves and greenery and the rice patties have new rice shoots creating a carpet of green. The temperature was in the mid 80s (cool by Thailand standards) and the sun was shining brightly. I visited my future house which is still under construction and I couldn’t be happier with it. There is a rather funny/frustrating story to go with my house visit.

I found out a few weeks ago that the SAO is getting moved up to my village. It appears now that the women will stay at the current office and the men will move up to the village. This is great because I have become good friends with everyone that works here and I will have easier access to the resources of the SAO. But there is a little hitch. Like I have stated before, there are very few houses that are vacant in my village given that most of the residents are poor farmers. Due to this fact, my SAO assumed that two of the SAO staff would stay with me in my house. I have been debating whether it is because they don’t have a place to live, that they feel like it is a good opportunity to get a free place to live because the Peace Corps is paying for my house, or that they just have the overwhelming Thai thought that no one should ever be alone for more than 20 minutes. My house has three bedrooms and I felt guilty telling them that I wanted to live alone, especially since housing is so hard to come by. I rationalized my decision in this manner: although I am good friends with the guys in my SAO, I just need some private space. I know if they were to live with me my house would quickly become the community gathering spot and I would have no privacy whatsoever. I also figured it is not my responsibility to bear the burden of yet another poorly planned Thai endeavor. Before they decided to move all these people up there they should have secured proper housing, and proper does not mean my house!

What it all comes down to is that Thais don’t understand how individualistic Americans are. I can spend time by myself and be arguably happier than with a big group of people. This is something that Thais just can’t comprehend. Plus, Thais are deathly afraid of Thai ghosts (I am not kidding) and being alone would leave a person vulnerable to them. I guess I will just have to tell them that I will use some of the devices that Americans have invented in order to eliminate all the ghosts from my country. I think it is time to unveil the Ghostbusters series!