My Thai Momma

Did you see that picture of the Pad Thai from last week? Well, here's the story of who makes it. My first few days were spent scoping the local food scene. Some places nearby cater strictly to tourists, some strictly to locals, and some a mixture of both. I prefer the local places, but often the menus are only in Thai, forcing me to just point to someone's food and say "bring me that" These places are usually very busy too, and the workers sometimes seem annoyed having to cater to some random foreigner that got lost and wandered in. After some sampling and searching, I found my Thai momma. She runs a hole in the wall little restaurant with no real menu and random stuff just kind of scattered around her booth. She had those two magic words posted out front in English, "Pad Thai". That was enough to get me in the door. But what makes eating there great is the woman herself. She speaks exactly zero words of English, and my Thai ranges from "Hello, how are you?" to "uhhhh Pad Thai?" I went home after my first visit and looked up the word for delicious, which are "Aroy mak mak". I went back and ate there again, and she was pumped about how delicious I thought her food was. After that I was in. Now I go there everyday, and she is always excited to see me and have a laugh about how little we understand each other. She gives me extra rice and samples of whatever she has laying around. When she is cooking for someone else, she stops by my table first and gives me a scoop right from thier plate before she delivers it. I love it. Ice water is free and plentiful, which is essential when you are sweating buckets or try the wrong kind of pepper that all Thai eateries have as condinments.  She always seems happy and has that motherly instinct of making sure you are well fed to the point of bursting.  As long as she is around, I think I will be fine living in Thailand

Job!

I got a job! A friend of Mackenzie's called me and said she knew someone who was looking for an English teacher. After a short interview of me giving my best professional English teacher pitch, I was offered two classes a week as a trial, with more classes if they like my teaching. Sweet! The best part is that there is no contract to sign, I was told that if I found a better job than I could just quit, no problem. It pays $9.60 per hour, making it the highest paying job I've ever had! While this is slightly pathetic, keep in mind that I've never actually had a full time job. (must be doing something right in life)  The school is part of a Buddhist Temple, so some of the students will be monks, and I will be teaching barefoot. This will be interesting. Hopefully the job will be a good foot in the door to a full time position, either at this school or somewhere else. I start on Wednesday, wish me luck!

The Ping river. Definately reminds me of the Nung river in Apocalypse Now. 

Impressive cemetery at the temple.

Who wouldn't want to hire me?

I've been enjoying some nice sunsets through my window.

First Week

                                              My dorm-room style temporary accommodation.

Note the AC and Thai-teen pop decor on the door.

                                   Awesome view of the city and mountains out my window.

The next Red Bull?

"Maggot in love" blanket that came with the room.

Pad Thai done right, for $1.

What is the deal in Asia with inappropriate cartoons and brands? After seeing the sperm drink and the maggot in love blanket above, the question is, are these things made to be funny or not? Is it just a bad translation or a cultural difference I don't get? I WANT ANSWERS! 

First few days

It's been quite a whirlwind since I touched down on Friday. The trip itself went well, 30 hours of waiting around, watching movies, eating airplane food, and feeling like a bum sleeping in the Singapore airport. As I flew over Thailand, I noticed how much forest this country still has, 30-40% is intact (compare to 1-2% in El Salvador). When I landed, I was delightfully surprised that my checked backpack had made it through, I had put the odds of ever seeing it again around 50-50. My old high school friend Mackenzie met me at the airport, it was great to see a familiar face in such a foreign place. As we got into his car, I realized that I would be riding as passenger on the left side! Mind blowing. I couldn't help but stifle a scream as we turned onto the left side of busy streets. Driving through Chiang Mai brought one word to mind: pleasant. The air was clean, it wasn't too crowded, and it seemed fairly developed. Definitely a far cry from Ghana and El Salvador. Mackenzie's house was a really nice open air-type house on stilts in a community nicknamed the Farang (foreigner) Farm, since the ten or so other houses were occupied by long term expats. Later that day, Mackenzie and I piled onto his small motorcycle to zip out to the the farm/school he works at. Weaving through traffic on that thing scared the bajeezus out of me, but Mackenzie reassured me that I would be driving one in a matter of weeks. Not so sure about that. The farm is run by an NGO called Need Burma that trains students from the troubled neighboring country in sustainable farming techniques. It is a great program but lacks funding, google it and donate if you want to help out a good cause.

After a couple of days at Mackenzie's house it was time to set off on my own in city center. The "old city" in Chiang Mai is a one square kilometer area in the middle of town that is surrounded by a moat and some reconstructed walls. Definitely has a medieval feel to it. After a night in a small guesthouse, it was time to look for some long term housing. I found some leads on the internet and started walking around town, asking at any place that had the word "monthly" written on it. After a few decent finds, I was about to call it a day when I decided to pop into one last place, a four story student housing block. I found a couple of guys my age who spoke about 5 words of English between them. Luckily they understood "one month" and showed me a room on the top floor. The room had a large picture window overlooking the mountains and the city, it's own bathroom, AC, and the rent, including utilities was $100 a month. Sold. I called up Mackenzie (who speaks what sounds to me like excellent Thai) to help me set it up, and moved right in. 

Ahhh... a permanent place to live. Or at least for a couple months. since then I have been researching language schools in the area and plotting my plan of attack. Some sources say finding work should be easy and others report a market saturated by teachers. The only way to find out is to try. 

Backstory

How did I end up here? What makes a person move to Asia with no job, housing, or future lined up? Well, it all started about 8 months ago at 4AM in a hostel in San Jose, Costa Rica. I had finished up a little tour of the country with my mom, and was trying to pull an all nighter so i could sleep on the 20 hour bus ride back to El Salvador. In the common room, I started talking to a guy who had taught English in Japan, and then science in Korea. As he regaled me with tales of cultural immersion, high salaries, and a generally strange and adventurous lifestyle, I knew this was the next step. The best part? The only qualifications necessary were a degree and completion of a month long training course. No master's, no teaching certificate, no experience, no foreign language required.  Teach English? I am already on expert on the subject. I'm fluent! Sign me up.
So after the Peace Corps gave me the boot early due to security concerns, I signed up for a month long TEFL course in Guadalajara, Mexico. It turned out to be a great decision, I learned a lot about teaching and learning theory. I even got to teach 10 real classes in a language school, with observers giving me feedback. Probably the best thing I learned was confidence in my abilities. I could hold the class's attention, make it fun, and sometimes they actually learned! Now I was ready to live and work in any country in need of English teachers.
My first thought was Asia. I had always wanted to go, it sounded exotic, delicious, foreign enough to give me that feeling of awe I have become addicted to. That feeling you get when you see something so different, confusing, new, or just plain weird that your brain reels and and your mind is mystified. I just can't get enough of that. But which Asian county to visit? Japan and Korea seemed tempting with their high salaries. However, with a little bit of prodding from a friend (thanks Christine!) I turned my attention to Thailand. Tigers, elephants, monkeys, beaches, jungles, mountains, parties, temples, Buddhist, Aussies, and the food. That last one was probably the kicker. Have you ever had Thai food? Of course you have, because it s freaking delicious. I am convinced Thai cooks are the masters of spice and flavor, always delighting your palate with a rainbow of sour, sweet, spicy, and salty that just leave you wanting more and wondering how you ever ate anything else. All of that is available is available from street vendors for $1 a bowl you say? Sold. I'm there.
So after a half-hearted job hunt this summer and some soul searching, I realized that even if I landed a that sweet dream job in the states, there would be that voice in my mind, always whispering "Yeah, this is nice, but what if you had gone Thailand?" So I pulled the trigger, bought a non-refundable one-way ticket, and started packing. I knew I could not leave this stone unturned.

Welcome to the Land of Smiles

How can you not like somewhere nicknamed the Land of Smiles? A country where the majority is Buddhist? Where peace reigns, conflict is avoided at all costs, and people strive to preserve their traditions while hurtling toward modernity? Where tourists come to visit and end up staying? After hearing so many rave reviews from other travelers, I knew that I would have to see this warlock for myself. Why not? Jobs aren't exactly growing on trees in the states, and I seem to be better at living in strange developing countries than in my homeland anyway.  So welcome, everyone, to the third installment of my travel blog writing! I have been blessed with the opportunity to see some interesting corners of the world, and I feel that the least I can do is provide some adventurous anecdotes to those back home who have supported me through the years. So thank you, and enjoy!