a good day

i've been extremely reticent to update this blog lately. the idea of living "abroad" is often synonymous with exoticism, newness and trailblazing that leads one to the greater depths of incite, self-awareness, and unbridled epiphanies. and while my time in thailand has, at one point or another, inspired such moments of awakening, after living here for now a year, that kind of stuff has taken a backseat to the realities of everyday life...laundry, lesson plans, seasonal colds, etc. so out of the fear of imposing boredom on anyone who might happen across this page, and fear of disappointing those who were curious to know what was going on in my "wild & crazy" life, i've consistently opted for the silent treatment.

but today, i had a really good day. in fact, i could characterize most of my days as really good. but there's something about this day that made me realize that i miss sharing those mundane details of my life that, collectively, are a greater testament to my current situation than any transcendental story ever could be. so without further explanation, this is what's really up in my life...

i woke up at 6 something this morning in a coughing fit. unable to fall back asleep i hopped online and the first thing that caught my eye was an article proclaiming that, contrary to popular speculation, the world is not about to end. fast-forward a few clicks...and for the next hour i'm captivated by Orson Welles' The War of the Worlds. i close my computer, humored and cough-free. i fall back asleep for a few more hours, wake up, shower, have my favorite morning meal (corn rice porridge) and set off to my first class - a volunteer lesson with a group of people from myanmar. this is always a refreshing, uplifting class because these students have fled from their homes, left their families behind, and come to thailand to gain skills that they may, one day, take back to their countries to empower those left behind...unlike the majority of my students who are just rich brats whose parents want them to learn english for the sole purpose of getting into the best international schools or making more money for the family business.

after a great lesson, i headed to a volunteer meeting with an organization that i'm now working for...my newest job is to recruit teachers to serve in myanmar, a daunting but important responsibility that gives me a renewed sense of purpose here everyday.

following that meeting, i drove to the opposite end of the city on a near empty tank of gas (this detail will be important later) to a private teaching lesson. my student? one of the aforementioned privileged brats who mock my very existence as a teacher. i arrive to class, ready to teach the same dull grammar points i'm accustomed to, but to my surprise, she's holding a dr. seuss book and asks if we can take turns reading. we spend the next hour reading "the sneetches" stories...and by the end of the lesson we're sprawled out on beanbags leaning on one another's shoulders laughing, making funny sounds and voices to imitate the characters, and working on the pronunciation of many of dr. seuss many important make-believe words. by far the most brilliant lesson i've had with this stubborn little brat yet.

i leave the school, and on my way home, still on empty, i stop at the gas station, the workplace of my biggest, and only, crush. for all that thailand has blessed me with in the past year, it has failed to provide my with any leads in the love department. thus, i have been resigned to having fleeting crushes on various service workers: a 7-11 employee here, a food cart sous chef there, and now...a gas station attendant. our conversation, in what broken thai i'm capable of muttering, went a little like this:

me: hello

him: hello. what kind of gas?

me: 95 octane, please.

him: how much?

me: 100 baht.

him: so, have you had dinner yet? (contrary to what this might translate to in a western context, this is merely a polite greeting in thailand. he was not, unfortunately, asking me out to dinner.)

me: no. i'm very hungry. and you?

him: yes. i had rice.

me: thank you.

him: thank you.

at this point, his eyes light up in a manner that can only imply that he's smiling. unfortunately, because of the nature of his work, he must constantly wear a surgical mask so i never actually know if he's smiling, or for that matter, i don't actually know what his entire face looks like...but...i'm pretty sure it bears a smile when we chat. so i drive off and he waves, and with butterflies in my stomach, i forge ahead until the next time i'm low on 95 octane.

next i meet some friends for mexican and maragaritas...festive times as usual with great friends.

then two of my gay male friends and i head to a new gay bar/entertainment venue where we watch gay boys and transsexuals do stimulating renditions of Dreamgirls, Cher and, of course, Akon. for me the show was entertaining, but for them it renewed for them a sense that gay pride is alive in a town that is seemingly open to, but also skeptical of, queer lifestyles. and seeing them embracing and living this moment without fear of judgment or shame made me all the more happy to share the experience with them.

after the show i dropped my friend off and, on my way home, passed by a little bar that i'd only been to once but had impressed me more than any other bar in chiang mai because of the amazing live music and laid back atmosphere that many bars here fall short of actually maintaining. i rarely go places alone, especially bars, but as i drove by, the owner of the bar waved at me so i decided to pop in for a nightcap. as i approached the door, there was a man who i'd never seen before sitting behind the sound booth strumming a guitar, yelling in thai to the delight of the 50 or so patrons. as i step up from the sidewalk into the bar he points to me and instructs me to join him in the sound booth. i quickly grab a seat in an effort to avoid the attention and embarrassment of a public display. unfortunately being one of maybe 3 black girls permanently residing in chiang mai, everyone thinks that i'm a soul or r&b singer, so i was forced into the booth by a mob of excited thai strangers in need of a good tune. but for anyone who knows me, you know that my inability to carry a tune is my ultimate downfall, and my retention of popular song lyrics is even moreso. but against my will i enter the booth. i try to explain to the guy that i can't sing and don't know any songs, but he says the chocolate lady must just be acting shy, so he starts playing a melody. to my surprise, he's playing "The Show", by Lenka, a song i only know because my annoyingly bratty student i mentioned earlier is obsessed with that song and insists that we start every class with a sing-a-long of it. over the months i'd grown to hate the song because of its redundancy and cutesiness being drilled into my head day in and day out. but tonight, this song saved my life. with confidence i belted out the song on the mic to a raucous response from the crowd, which thankfully masked my sporadic tone deafness. i then sat down with the owner of the bar, chatted for a while about his new business ventures, and did a few magic tricks with him.

as i drove home, i reflected on the events of the day and couldn't help but smile about my life here. as boring, mundane, or uneventful as it may be to some, i think i've carved out a good space for myself in this place, and it's days like this which make it hard to think about uprooting. big or small, profound or not, it's always a good day and a good life here.

People's Socialist Republic of Thailand

thailand's political structure is officially a constitutional monarchy/parliamentary democracy. but anyone who's ever visited and/or lived in thailand and spent any time outside of bangkok and the southern resorts has undoubtedly realized that this country functions under a more socialist guise than anything.

i came to this conclusion after several encounters, all related to money. my musings about the socialist nature of thailand began when i got my nose here pierced for 20 baht (about 60 cents in the U.S.), which included the jewelry. until that point i had never considered getting a nose piercing, but i was bored one afternoon and it seemed like a good deal. the thing is-thailand is full of good deals. but when you look closely, you realize that what you're witnessing is not a deal in the sense that we perceive of it in the West. no, it's sharing, it's fairness, it's honesty, it's wealth aversion...it's fiscal socialism. since then i've had countless 20 baht (60 cents) meals, 100 baht ($3) tire replacements, a maid who gets paid 200 baht ($6) to clean our 3 bedroom house, dozens of refusals to accept tips, and a store clerk who chased me 3 blocks on foot in 100+ degree heat while i drove away on my motorcycle to give me 3 baht (9 cents) that she overcharged me for a 2-course 17 baht (51 cents) lunch. this isn't cheap...again, it's socialism.

the majority of thai people are hard-working individuals who value kindness, fairness and equality. it might be genetic, or have something to do with thailand being a buddhist country and most people abiding by the laws of karma...but regardless of why, the fact is most people do not indulge in cheating, stealing, thwarting, over-charging, taking advantage, deceiving, outdoing, or lying (unless you consider ghreng jai to be lying out of benevolence and respect). 

point being, the thais are good people who do good things. they want everyone to be happy and prosperous, so sharing and fairness is a natural extension of that philosophy. if a meal costs a cook 15 baht to make, they charge 20 to cover their expenses and have some left over to take care of their family. you don't consider your profit margin; you just want to make ends meet. i'd say 80% of thai people live in this manner. i reckon the other 20% is split evenly between the financially  disenfranchised and the privileged...all others are equal, in terms of their wealth. as such, the disparity in wealth is marginal. 

as a result, their is a sense of commonality here in thailand unlike anywhere else i've lived (especially south africa and boulder colorado, where the disproportionate distribution of wealth is sickeningly blatant and, to some degree, lauded). but when there is a discrepancy in wealth in thailand, it is often solved by income sharing, where a group of people will pool their income and distribute it evenly over the course of several years so that no one goes without necessities. 

many might disagree with my people's socialist theory, so i remind you that this is only one person's skewed view of a culture that i've only been acquainted with for roughly 7 months. further, this is no anti-capitalist, liberal decree - it's merely my mind wanting to explain/justify a set of common observations. i do, afterall, understand the concepts of gouging, interest, competition, inflation, profit, etc...but while i understand it, i don't always agree with it. what i do agree with is fairness, justness and health. and that, in a nutshell, is why i never want to leave thailand.

c

honk if you love buddha

i realize an update is way overdue, but please give me an opportunity to explain myself:

when i first arrived in thailand, i had no idea what to expect and held very few expectations, so as not to be disappointed. nevertheless, i was shocked when i arrived. but it wasn't culture shock that i was experiencing so much as a shock from the lack of (culture) shock. things were too easy. aside from not speaking thai (which isn't a problem here because every thai person knows at least 'nit noi' English), i encountered very few differences. yea, you might have a squatter instead of a toilet sometimes, and you have to get used to constantly being confronted by unique smells...but that's about it. i figured i would get here and be blown away by the difference, so that lack of that experience dealt me somewhat of a blow. i wanted exotic, exciting, inspiring, life changing, adventurous, surreal. but what i was met with was just a more humid version of home.

but about 2 months ago i realized that if change and difference is what i want, then - as cheesy and cliche as this sounds - it has to come from within. i started looking at things differently, embracing more and ignoring less, being creative, learning Thai, bought a motorcycle, and all around just opening myself up to the new potential for new experiences that drove me here in the first place. with this mindshift my world became bigger. and i can truly say that, as it were, i've never been happier in my life. i keep reminding myself that we all get jaded at times, and that's ok, but it's up to ourselves to actively combat such a mindset less it become a lifeset.

so basically, my silence over the last couple of months was merely just a pause in an attempt to sort out my heart and better understand my story so that i could share it with you.

and with that, i leave you with an absurd video from my last teaching experience at a nursing college.

love & bless,
cresa

rock climbing: woes and whoa!'s

feeling a bit underadventurous recently in my role as english teacher, i decided to shake things up a bit today and go rock climbing. i'd heard that thailand's offerings have developed a strong reputation throughout the international climbing community so i figured i'd see what all the buzz was about.

a bit of personal background:
(1) i have no prior rock climbing experience. i'd been indoor bouldering a couple of times when i lived in colorado, but the landscape, techniques, courses, gear, etc. are unique to each sport.
(2) i don't particularly enjoy heights. i'm far from being acrophobic, but very seldom do i voluntarily find myself in situations hundreds of feet above ground with only a rope and a man with whom i can barely communicate keeping me alive.
(3) i think nature is cute. onward...

i arrive at the rock climbing center at 8:15 a.m. and pile into the back of a pick-up truck with several other eager climbers. after a beautiful drive through the mountains and rice paddies we arrive at crazy horse buttress. we unpack our gear and proceed to prepare both mentally and physically for what's ahead of us today. i find a quiet spot on a nearby rock to visually map out the easiest courses while attempting to achieve the perfect equilibrium of hydration and energy with a bottle of water and cashews. i check and double check the security of my harness, helmet, shoes, belay devices, etc. i peak over at my instructor/guide to see how his own preparation ritual is going - he's scurrying up the face of the mountain setting the route with his bare feet, no helmet, and chain smoking a pack of marlboro reds. where did i go wrong?

we set off on our great adventure and i can honestly say that i've never in such a short period of time experienced so many incredibly exhilarating highs and, conversely, so many utterly death-defying, gut-wrenching lows. or, what i would like to refer to as my woes and whoa!'s:

whoa! - unabandoned, uninhibited, blissfully explicit exposure to nature. you're dangling...literally floating in the middle of nature. no people, traffic, smog, waste. nothing but the mountain, the trees, the birds, and the wind surround you. and the breathtaking view that is your reward for reaching the top.
woe - as you're climbing, sticking your hand into a crevice of the mountain to balance your weight only to realize you've stuck your hand into a finely nestled beehive.


woe - having your guide realize that your ATC (the device that essentially ensures you don't plummet to a bloody, rocky death) has a crack in it just as you step off the cliff.
whoa! - having a back-up ATC, a chain-smoking guide with quick reflexes, and faith


woe - hiking 200 ft up the side of the mountain to realize that the only way back down is to rappel through the mouth of a perceivably bottomless cave
whoa! - realizing that there is, in fact, a bottom to said cave, reaching it, and realizing "hey, i'm standing at the bottom of a 200 ft deep cave!!!"


whoa.