Thursday, 31 December 2015

Around Chiangrai


This is the nice restaurant next to my guest house. It's got great ambiance and aesthetics and all that...

 It's called "Melt in Your Mouth". They have put up dozens of signs directing cars to it and that's how I find my way home on my bike. Just follow the yellow "Melt" signs.


 I'm going to have my coffee upstairs next time because it's a great view of the river from up there.





                                 A river flows by it and lots of motorized long boats.






            This is the entrance of the restaurant. I kinda went nuts with the picture taking.





 The house next door to where I'm staying in the guest house. I just think it's so cute. But, mostly I love the trees.




 This is the guest house I've been staying at for the past week or so. The yellow sign says: "Ps Guest House". It's not really a guest house anymore but more like a rental.


  

My long-handled orange bike. It has two speeds: slow and slower. I shouldn't complain though because, since I've been using it, my thighs have gotten in much better shape.



                                                 The Kok River in Chiangrai


 A lovely walkway along the river. This time of year, Thais from Bangkok come up north to get out of the heat and enjoy the cooler weather we enjoy in the north of Thailand. New Year's Eve is very crowded out in the restaurants and pubs with all the tourists these days.





                           There are so many varieties of palm trees and I love 'em all!

Sunday, 27 December 2015

Changing Countries

https://www.google.co.th/maps/@20.8016104,98.7850768,4.99z?hl=en


The thing about changing countries is that one sees the world in a new perspective. Instead of looking at the map from south of Thailand, I'm looking at it from the northern tip of Thailand, in the tip of the "elephant's ear" right where the border of Myanmar and Laos touch Thailand.

They call that the Golden Triangle. And, of course, charge tourists to go there on a very interesting tour, which I opted out of.

Chiangrai is a very pretty little city with not much going on, but at least the Thais have figured out that we Westerners LOVE our coffee. Coffee shops are proliferous. To me, the old stingy Scrooge that I am, the price of coffee is outlandish. I mean, two cups per day would run me between 75 to 100 bhat.  That's almost $4 Canadian! But, the coffee is very good. There is a nice Thai coffee grown here, too.

They mostly sell cappuccino and espresso coffee when you ask for "real" coffee. The Americano is just espresso watered down, but it comes out very strong. They usually only fill your cup 2/3 full, so I ask for another cup of hot water and top it up myself.

So, looking at the world now, China is just the other side of the border that runs between Laos and Myanmar. Wouldn't it be nice if there were no borders? Then, for example, Canadians wouldn't need to pay the highest visa price in Laos. It's $42 U.S. for a Canadian to buy a visa to Laos! That's like three nights in a hotel with your own private toilet.

Is my Scrooge-ness showing again? I guess the visa would be worth it if they gave you a nice long time but I think you only get 30 days.



 This gentle giant is one of the beautiful glories near my studio. We're out in the "real Thailand" here, surrounded in that stuff we remember as nature. Lots of friendly people who actually say, "Hi,".







This is a shot of a granddaddy tree along the road. It's hosting all kinds of other growth like a garden in the sky.






 What the heck is all this shtuff, anyway?





 I wonder whether these humongous trees have a cooling effect on the temperature? There are lots of deciduous trees in this area. 





The view from off my balcony.

It's a nice place to visit but not easy to sleep here! A cacophony of noise erupts every night right around 1:30 am. The barking lizards seem to be the loudest, joined immediately by the roosters who imitate the lizards and the doves. Then there's the cats who sound like babies being tortured. Barking dogs are sort of just background noise. Those lizards get so loud, I have to shout at them to shut up out of my window. They stop when I turn the light on in the kitchen.



 Another view from my balcony...



The bed area of the studio with chair and wardrobe. Note the tiled walls. Give it a cold castle effect.

 TV with kitchen area and window at the back and washroom to the right of that. Note air con above. It's brand new but the weather is so cool I haven't turned it on in the week I've been here because it wasn't needed. In fact, I needed another blanket. B-r-r-r!




Friday, 25 December 2015

On the Road in Malaysia


 I took the bus from Seremban to Hadyai, shooting pictures out of the window along the way. Unfortunatly, the memory card in my camera malfunctioned and I have temporarily lost most of the pics.




Although they are oil palms farmed for their oil, they do look pretty in the rainy season with their leaves shining in the sun.         




                         Did you ever just want to take pictures of clouds?

Upon reaching the Thai border, I was told directly by the bus driver that I had exactly 20 minutes and no more and that if I didn't get back to the bus, he would leave without me. WHAT?

It was sort of funny and sort of not. I'd never had a bus driver say THAT before. So, I knew there was a temptation to start getting a little stressed out when the person in front of me started taking a lot longer than usual. Everyone else just breezed in and out. Not this person in front of me.

I was getting a little tiny, itsy bit stressed, but not really, when it was my turn. The Immigrations officer stopped to read my passport. They had noted that I was entering Malaysia for only ONE WEEK and then required to report to Immigrations in Kuala Lumpur.

"I was supposed to get a teaching job in K.L.," I told the officer, "But they couldn't get a work permit for me because I'm... too old." I tried to smile or at least to show my teeth. But, it didn't help. He sent me to another room. Ok, not so bad. I explained to them that I was hoping to get a position in Vietnam. (Though nothing was definite.) THEY wrote on my passport:

"En route to Vietnam via Thailand."

But, to my joy, they also gave me a whole month in Thailand. I could get back to my bus in the nick of time. Maybe that bus driver saw my little black border cloud over my head. Or maybe I have it written on my forehead: "Border Crossing Loser" or something. But, I got to Hadyai.

Hadyai was when my first cold set in as a result of the freezing air-con bus.

I spent one night at my usual guest house (The Cathay Guest House) in my usual room. Then, decided to head north the following morning.



Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Bike for Dad in Bangkok

I got to Bangkok in time to see the "Bike for Dad" bike ride that took place downtown for the King of Thailand who is presently in hospital. The King is 88 years old. The Thais dearly love him and rightfully so. He has been an enormous help and strength to his people, a real king with real apathy for his kingdom. He is such a good example of a leader.


King Bhumibol Adulyadej or Rama IX took the throne on June 9,1946. He is the world's longest reigning monarch.




Saturday, 28 November 2015

Krabi





 I left Seremban at 8 pm on Monday night. My taxi driver had showed up a bit early, so he offered to drive me to the petrol station to get his tank filled to kill some time. I discovered then that there are two different fuel tanks in the taxis and the one in front takes a cheaper fuel, which I assume is diesel.

My bus left at about 10 pm and we got to the border at about 4 am. The border was slow going. However, I was very pleased that they allowed me into Thailand with a smile. When they asked where I was going, I said, "Krabi", although I hadn't fully decided on making the trip up the coast. Still, upon arriving in Hatyai and filling up on padsiyu at my favourite restaurant, I made the decision to go. Of course, the bus agents overcharged me somewhat, but, I figured I may as well get used to the Thai style of business. (I had forgotten that you're really supposed to barter and not accept the first price they offer. In fact, one should just walk away if one wants the price to drop dramatically. And it will! In most cases, to a third of the original price.)

The mini bus was an hour late. My time was an hour ahead of Thai time, so I had a bit of a wait while the black flies were making mincemeat of my legs and toes. The flies don't even seem to land and bite but, they quickly light and bite without you feeling it until they're gone. Then you get this nasty sensation and annoying itch, though you can't see any mark on your skin!

To be honest, the bus was a nightmare. I know I'm getting old and all that, but seriously, it was the most uncomfortable ride I've had since riding in the back of a truck in Borneo. First off, the driver drove around and around in Hatyai for an hour, trying to pick up more passengers and I finally complained that they were two hours late, so I wanted my money back. (We left shortly after that.)

My knees were jammed right up against the seat in front of me, and although the headrest was padded, the material on the seats was very uncomfortable. But, the worst part was the ride. There seemed to be very little if any suspension and we hit every bump in the road, of which there were ample. I mean, we were literally bouncing out of our seats, which can be annoying when you're trying to catch a few winks.




Once in Krabi, I was let down at another bus agent and told that the cheap hotels were around the corner. That is, if you consider 1,200 baht to be cheap. I don't. I thought I'd be able to find a guest house for what they had in Hatyai which was 200 baht. Not likely. So, I walked around, pulling my little suitcase, going in and out, checking for the cheapest price, since I was on a tight budget.

Finally, I found a room for 450 baht with no air-con and no hot water. So, I asked if he could lower the price and he gave me a "special" price of 400. That's double the price in Hatyai at the Cathay Guest House which has hot water, albeit the toilet is a squat toilet.

The bed was GREAT. I loved the bed. There were two of them and a nice overhead fan. What more could one ask for? I was exhausted and slept like a baby.

The bottled water was free. That was a good thing because the food is expensive by my terms. Of course, all the Western tourists that flock the town are probably enjoying such cheap prices. A nice meal with a "real" cup of coffee is about 100 baht or 10 ringgit which turns out to be about $3.50 Canadian. In US dollars, that's just about $2.50! And we're talking about an entire breakfast or dinner.

So, really, I shouldn't complain. There's a beautiful walkway along the river with picturesque karsts rising off to the side and beautiful trees everywhere. The people are just lovely and the market is fun. I love the baby coconuts and the durian is to die for!

Tomorrow, I'm planning to finally get to the beach. 




Friday, 6 November 2015

10 Reasons to Teach English in SE Asia




Traveling to and living in a completely different culture than your own is a terrific way to experience an inner metamorphosis and teaching English can provide the means. As an English teacher working in SE Asia, you may learn things about yourself that may come as a surprise. You may begin to look at life differently and possibly shape different priorities for yourself. Your entire personality could undergo unexpected changes. You may even get over your shyness and conquer some of your fears. Who knows? Anything can happen on an adventure of discovery into parts unknown as yet. One thing for sure, you will never be the same.

1.       Get Rich
Yes, teaching English can be very lucrative. An English teacher living in SE Asia may not become rich by Western standards, but by the economic standards of the country they reside in, they will be considered very rich! A normal foreign teacher usually earns 4 to 10 times as much as a local tradesman. Plus, in most countries in SE Asia, housing is included in the contract or there is a stipend provided to cover housing costs. That’s the cherry on top. So, as long as one doesn’t have a lot of heavy debts back home, one’s money is free and clear to spend on whatever one’s heart desires.
Plus, if one does have any foreign income, it will be worth 3 to 40 times its value. If you compare exchange rates with your native currency, it will blow your mind how much money you suddenly have. For example: An American can exchange their American dollar for Thai baht and end up with 36 times as much money. (1 REFERENCE http://www.xe.com/currencyconverter/convert/?Amount=10&From=USD&To=THB)
2.       Fall in Love
I would pretty much guarantee that, sooner or later, if you have easy access to your heart, you will fall in love with all of your students. Yes, all. Even the naughty ones are endearing somehow. Although (don’t get me wrong!) nobody is suggesting that there should be romantic relations between teacher and student. However, there is a very unique bond that exists between a Western teacher and his/her students. It’s a little bit like holding a baby bird in the palm of your hand that draws the love out from every hidden corner of your being. On the whole, Asian students seem to have a great deal more respect for their elders than most Western-raised kids and in SE Asia, foreign teachers are considered to be VIP’s garnering the utmost in obeisance. After all, we are rare birds who come from strange, faraway places. All that is not to say that you won’t end up with a real rotter in one of your classes who makes you want to tear your hair out and beat him within half an inch of his life. These sort of annoying kids develop our character.
3.       Get Happy
Happiness is: sharing the wealth of your English knowledge with those less fortunate than yourself.  There is a wonderful satisfaction derived from pouring out the precious elixir of English to thirsty sponge students. At the end of the day, the English teacher is happy in knowing he or she has done their best to contribute real value to the world. And, not only is there that feeling of accomplishment, but there’s a continual flow of happy vibes and exuberant energy passed on to the teacher from the students. One is in the position to reap a harvest of joy beyond one’s wildest expectations. Add to that the gift of a deep sleep that comes from total exhaustion.
4.       Extreme Learning!
Placing oneself in a classroom in SE Asia automatically opens new doors that will present umpteen opportunities to learn things you may have never imagined. A new teacher, in particular, will find themselves being stretched out on many different levels. Questions will arise. And more and more questions. Not just questions about English grammar and syntax, but far-reaching questions that are suddenly affecting your life. For many of these questions, there will not always be easy answers. The exposure to a different culture also opens teachers up to new perspectives, practicalities, problem-solving abilities and mental conditioning. In most cases, there’s only one way to gain this kind of wisdom and that’s by becoming an English teacher in SE Asia. In my humble opinion, there’s no better way to acquire a greater knowledge of the English language and skill to teach it to others than to teach it to others.
5.       Tropical Fruit
Imagine being able to buy fresh tropical fruit every day, straight from the trees or plants. Jack fruit, rambotan, papayas, mangos, bananas, pineapples, coconuts, dragon fruit, guavas… My personal all-time favourite is the durian. You really haven’t lived until you’ve eaten a durian, or two, or three. They say that durians smell like hell and taste like heaven. It’s just a matter of getting past hell and into heaven and, sadly many Westerners don’t venture past the hellish smell. In KL (Kuala Lumpur) there are “All-You-Can-Eat-Durian” shops, frequented by those who just can’t get enough of that exotic, soft, pudding-like, pungent delicacy. For the true durian addict, they haven’t eaten enough unless their sweat smells like durian and every cell in their body has been saturated in it. If you are ever fortunate enough to have the pleasure of imbibing half a dozen durians in one sitting, it will change your life. (Reference 2 https://www.google.com/?hl=my#hl=my&q=all+you+can+eat+durian+kuala+lumpur)
                                                                
6.       Year-Round Access to Vitamin D3
Not only will an English teacher in SE Asia have access to all the tropical fruit their heart could possibly desire, but they will also be able to absorb as much natural vitamin D3 as they like, directly from the sun. Being a Canadian, I have gone through many a cold winter and suffered the results of a lack of natural vitamin D3. Some of the usual symptoms are: achy bones and joints, lethargy, weight gain, even depression. Going for several months without enough sunlight can do nasty things to nice people.  As an English teacher, you can escape sun deprivation! Of course, ultraviolet rays must be treated with respect, particularly on sensitive parts of the body, like the bottom of the feet. And, with all the bad reports on sun screen, I find coconut oil a safer bet. Besides, coconut oil in combination with vitamin D3 has been known to dissolve cellulite. (REFERENCE 3 http://www.losecellulitenow.net/does-coconut-oil-reduce-cellulite-find-out-5-effective-ways/)

7.       Cheap Beer
It’s not a rumour. The beer is definitely cheaper in SE Asia, particularly if you enjoy the local brew. In Siem Reap, Cambodia, they have a street named Pub Street where a lot of beer-drinking takes place by a lot of Western and Japanese tourists. At such low prices, there are virtually no holds barred.
8.       Employment Visa
Never underestimate the value of the privilege of carrying an authentic “Employment Visa”.
Most SE Asian countries will allow Westerners only a one-month visa on arrival. That means the tourist must leave the country after thirty days, which can become an inconvenience and expense if he or she had wanted to stay for a longer period of time. (The exception, Malaysia, grants a three-month or ninety-day visa to most Westerners on arrival, at no cost.)
By getting hired on to teach English, you will be granted an Employment Visa which will allow you to remain in the country of your choice until the work contract has expired. Most schools require the teacher to apply for a year-long visa because that’s usually how long the contract is for. The teacher is not allowed to work at any other institution during that time. At the end of the year, the visa can easily be renewed if required.
 Most schools not only tackle the complicated hassle of the visa application, but will also cover the expense that comes with it.
9.       Sleeper Trains!
Have you ever dreamed of traveling by train in a sleeper car, but you simply couldn’t afford to do so? Have you ever thought about what it would be like to take a long, leisurely train trip through exotic, tropical terrain? Well, in SE Asia, you will finally be able to afford to! Trains are much cheaper than in Western countries. They are even cheaper than a bus. Although trains are generally slower than what we may be accustomed to, it poses no problem if one is not in a hurry to get somewhere. Lying down as you travel seems to make the passing scenery that much more enchanting. The soothing rocking motion lulls you to sleep like your mother used to do when you were a baby. It’s so nice to fall asleep in one city and wake up in another.
10.   Adventure!
Teachers have lots of holidays. (In Malaysia, there is a government holiday almost every month! Tons of Islamic traditional holidays are upheld by the government as well as Hindu, Chinese, Buddhist and Christian holidays. That’s a boon for full-time teachers!) That gives you time to go out and see the sights, pick up a bit of local colour and enjoy the customs and quirks of the natives. You can either jump on a train or bus or rent a motorcycle or car and go to the beach, go scuba-diving, rock-climbing or paragliding, ride an elephant or visit an ancient Buddhist temple, the twin towers in Kuala Lumpur, or take a ferry to one of Thailand’s gorgeous islands. And, while you’re at it, taste all the local dishes. SE Asia offers a wide variety of native cooking to please any palate. It may be a good idea to pick up a dictionary in the language of the locals to help explain oneself in words they can understand. It’s a lot of fun to try to communicate, especially when we have to use our hands in creative ways to put across the message. It can be imperative to know exactly what it is we’re eating.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Coffee Addicts Advice

If  you are traveling in SE Asia, you might discover that finding a bag of freshly ground coffee beans is not an easy task. The shops are full of coffee, yes ---instant coffee. And, although you can find coffee at Starbucks or an exotic coffee shop, most of us addicts need to have coffee in our place of residence on hand at all times. At least, I do. So, what's the answer?

Well, if you are in Thailand, you'll find "real" coffee in most of the 7 Eleven stores. What I do, in a pinch is to get the plastic-wrapped paper cup of coffee that says, "Cappuccino" on it because, inside the cup there is a little coffee bag full of real coffee grinds that's not too bad at all. Now, you can either use that and fill it with the hot water at the shop, or just buy it sealed and do it at home. But, you have to make sure that it's the real deal, so you may want to check inside. The coffee bag is nice and big, so if you take it home, you can use it for a big mug of tasty "real" coffee.

However, if you don't want to use that kind of bagged coffee, you'll have to go shopping in the grocery stores for ground coffee or coffee beans if you have a grinder. In Thailand, you may find a bag of coffee that's a normal price if you look hard and long.



In Malaysia, although you may not find coffee at 7 Eleven, you can find real coffee at Tesco. Yes, folks, believe it or not, Tesco is the one place that has a large variety of coffee on their coffee aisle. Unlike Jusco or Aeon that only have one brand of ground coffee in a black bag for an outrageous price. It's not very great-tasting either. I bought the "gourmet" one and it was perhaps a little nicer.

But, in Tesco, you'll find several imported coffees, including French coffee and Brazilian coffee and the store brand. They're pretty good, like a Westerner takes their coffee, you could say.

However, when all is said and done, what we really want is organic coffee from real coffee beans that haven't been sprayed with tons of pesticide. In Malaysia, you can find organic coffee at Ikai in their "cold storage" shop. Organic coffee is a rare find, however, even in Malaysia.

Even in China, I found it difficult to get anything other than Nescafe. You sort of get used to drinking instant coffee after you've been in China for a while.

But, if you happen to be in a Western country, heading to SE Asia, BRING YOUR OWN COFFEE. Even if you do find real coffee over here, it may not be the brand you love and it most certainly won't be organic.

I found a one-cup coffee press which I take with me wherever I go and it sure has come in handy. Or, the alternative is to simply get a coffee filter holder and bring along some filters. You can buy them here, too.

Of course, you needn't worry about finding a Starbucks or McDonald's in Thailand or Malaysia. Cambodia, Myanmar and Laos probably don't have many if any of them, yet. But you can find a decent cup of coffee in Laos sort of like European style, which is very nice and cheap. China? Forget it. They don't know what coffee is, at least where I've been. You can find Starbucks in the bigger cities though, just not so much in the South which is where I spent most of my time. (Although I have to say that last time I was in Kunming, specialty coffee shops were opening up with lots of variety in them at a very high price, if one is on a budget.)












Sunday, 18 October 2015

Ghastly Ghostly Haze!








Every year, Indonesian farmers have their annual “burn-off”. They burn palm oil palms by the hector.

Why?

Why is the question I and many other inhabitants of SE Asia ask. WHY? Well, we know “why”, but what we want to know is, “WHY?”

It’s so inconsiderate. It’s so damaging to our health. It’s so inhumane, so selfish. It’s plain, downright narcissistic. And all just to save money. And mostly because they are just plain, downright lazy.

How much easier is it to pour on the petrol and light her up than to chop down the dormant trees and hack them up for compost? In fact, they could probably use the wood for lots of other purposes. They could probably come up with all kinds of creative ways to make money out of those trees. And, save the rest of SE Asia the pain that their smoke causes. 

SE Asia suffers: students missing school, loss of tourism, financial loss, climate change. People here are not able to breathe. They get head-aches. 95% of the air is smoke. How can you suck that into your lungs without causing bodily harm? We're all breathing Indonesia's second-hand smoke! 

The selfishness of the few causes the many their quality of life. Quality of air. It's not fair to the children. Not fair to the adults.

They say we're looking at another six months of it. Just when we thought it was over! When will it stop? When it finally stops, it is only to start up in another six months! There's no mercy. It's barbaric. Archaic. 


Where is the Indonesian government? WHY? Why aren’t they stopping it? Don’t they care about the health of their own people? Their own children? Not to mention, Singapore and Malaysia, their closest neighbours. This stuff goes all the way up to Thailand, for heaven’s sake.
  
The fines should be heavier than the profit they make by burning. Throw them in prison. FOREVER.