Tuesday, March 23, 2010

23 March

I'm packing up to go home NEXT WEEK! I leave a week from tonight, and although I'm very sad to leave Thailand (for now), I'm also looking forward to spending the summer with family and friends in lovely Chicago.

Packing is sad, so in an effort to procrastinate a bit, here are some photos from the bachata/zouk/salsa dancing that I've been doing since October. I've gotten much better lately, and I am excited that this has opened up a whole new world for me. I'd like to thank everyone in the group of Bangkok dancers, especially Mike, Yaya, Tukata and Lin for teaching me so much. Guitar, thanks for inviting me to Temples that first night and introducing me to your friends there. And to Brenda, thanks for being my other half. I don't know what else to say about how great it's been to have you around these past few months.

Brenda and Lin

Mike and me

Tukata and me

With Taka during a salsa lesson

Monday, March 1, 2010

Makka Bucha

I never imagined I would sit among 100,000 Thai Buddhists in absolute silence.


While hanging out on Saturday night, my friend P’Nui invited me to join his family the following day at Wat Dhammakaya to celebrate Makka Bucha day. Makka Bucha commemorates Buddha's sermon to 1,250 enlightened monks; it is the most important Buddhist holiday.


Delighted at the opportunity, Heidi, Suzanne and I met Nui, his mother, sister and nephew at the giant temple in Rangsit on Sunday afternoon. This is the same temple where I witnessed Nui's ordination as a monk several months ago. I don't know how to adequately emphasize the vastness or the feeling of the Dhammakaya complex. It currently has enough space for 100,000 monks to live, and construction is underway to house a full ONE MILLION in the future. It's huge and very modern-looking, though quite strict about its meditation and monkhood rules.


It took us ages to find Nui, who graciously answered our questions and guided us through the meditation. Approaching the ceremonial area, I first noticed thousands of small posts with unlit candles, each about a meter tall and placed a perfect 2 meters from its nearest neighbor. Behind each post sat one of the estimated 100,000 visitors, dressed head to toe in white clothing and sitting politely upon his/her heels over the hot cement. We sat in wai position, listened, chanted and meditated for an hour or more. Then the monks processed an auspicious three times with candles around the main center temple. Finally, small fireworks were lit around the permiter, and flames were passed from one person to the next so that we could each light the candle raised before us.


This was such a peaceful experience for me, and I am nowhere near finding the words to really express how I felt. Maybe someday I will find those words, but for now I wanted to at least write this short description. I am forever in Nui's debt for including me on such special occasions.


The temple website (http://www.dhammakaya.net/en/docs/makha-bucha-the-light-of-peace-ceremony) has a wonderful explanation of the ceremony, some of which I've copied below:

"I'm the candlelight
I am a kind of brilliant light
I am like a glorious light
My mind inside is candle bright"

The sunset over the horizon, giving way to the moonlight. The lantern of the night sky which is now decorated by brilliant light of the hundreds thousands of lanterns, lit by the monks and all participants, as if to say that the light of Dhamma has shone inside everyone's mind. Hundreds thousands of lantern light being lit fabricate the shining sea of Dhamma that casts the darkness of the night sky away, as well as marking the light of enlightenment for mankind."

Wat Dhammakaya
Makka Bucha Day, 28 February 2010/2553
(photo from Wat Dhammakaya website)

Friday, February 19, 2010

19 February

Assumption University Hua Mak Campus

Today I taught my last class at Assumption. It's a day of mixed emotions. I'm relieved not to plan lessons anymore. I'm thrilled to hopefully never again explain the difference between -ed/-ing adjectives. I'm ecstatic that the days of emphasizing subject-verb agreement are behind me.

But I'm sad to say goodbye to some of my students, and I'm utterly depressed that this pretty much begins the countdown until I leave beautiful, crazy, fascinatingly complex Thailand. Has it really been 18 months? Already?


Tonight I'm going to the first few hours of Tukata's bachelorette party (theme: 7 Deadly Sins) before I go to the airport to pick up Norah, Dana, Mary and Amanda. Visitors! Yes!!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Koh Samet

Koh Samet never gets old. Last time Heidi and I spent a weekend there, we went to Ao Wiang Wan instead of our normal spots on Ao Hin Khok. Here are some pretty pics.




Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Love & Care

I recently spent a weekend in Mae Sot, Tak Province, Thailand. I was there briefly last year around the time of my short visit to Myanmar, but this was quite a different visit. Dr. Mac invited me to join a small group on this preliminary visit to Mae Sot, where he hopes to establish long-term physician services.

Mae Sot is a small town in northern Thailand, right next to the Burmese/Myanmar border. Thousands of Burmese refugees in Mae Sot attempt to earn a living and protect their families from the extremely dangerous "black zone" inside the Burmese border.

I visited many different places around Mae Sot, including Dr. Cynthia’s internationally-recognized Mae Tao Clinic. This clinic is… unimaginable. It's a gravel lot dotted with both modern and dilapidated buildings. Handwritten signs indicate "Surgical Theater" and "Blood Collection." People walk for days to the clinic for malarial treatment, amputations, and injuries sustained during Burmese military raids. One American doctor who volunteers at Mae Tao one month each year commented that he does fortunately have access to anesthesia for amputations, though then he lacks pain medicine to give patients dealing with freshly amputated limbs. Mae Tao is an inspirational example of how dedicated caretakers, particularly Dr. Cynthia, can stretch limited resources to help save so many lives. Yet the disparity between this facility and funded, proper hospitals was pitiful. It broke my heart.

I spent most of my weekend at Love and Care, a school for migrant Karen and Shan hill tribe students. These 15-23 year olds are working to complete high school, take the GED or prepare college scholarship applications. The Burmese educational system ends at Grade 10 and falls far below international standards. So these young adults cross into Thailand to continue studying. They go directly to Love & Care school and remain there 24/7 for fear of being harassed by Thai police around town. Luckily local border control normally ignores the school. Love & Care uses whatever volunteer teachers it can find, most of whom are only able to stay for a month or two because obviously there's no pay.

There are 104 students at Love and Care struggling on a food budget that provides 2 meals a day for 60 people. Everyone shares; most are borderline malnourished. Their "meals" are served at 9am and 6pm and generally include rice, broth and fish paste. When available and affordable, a few vegetables are divided among 104 rice bowls.

We bought tons of vegetables, fruit, beans, fish, etc. to address, at least temporarily, the students’ severe anemia and other nutritional deficiencies. Obviously that food only lasted a few days. The doctors are planning to send a supply of multivitamins and iron tablets this week. We also bought seeds and talked about how to best expand their small garden to supplement their diets. I suggested giving each "team" responsibility for one crop to give them a sense of ownership and competition to take good care of the plants, which worked to excite the students. They, of all people, understand the value of growing food so that they actually have some to eat.

The first day I was there, there was no water for the students. A non-profit group had recently installed a new water filtration system, which promptly broke and no one knew how to fix it. This is one more example of the problem I keep learning about as I research water/sanitation issues in developing communities. The global water problem is not caused by a lack of technology or physical resources to provide clean water. It's a matter of getting the supplies to the right people, maintaining them, and actually getting the target community to know how/why to use these things. There's a chronic issue with dropping off supplies without ever teaching someone in the community (such as Love & Care) how to operate and troubleshoot a new system. When I arrived, the school had called a service tech, who then took two days to get there. Awful.

While there, I befriended and connected with the students as much as possible, learning their history and especially talking to the college and scholarship applicants about their future plans. They have so many questions. They're so eager to learn. We even traded dance moves – traditional Karen dances for bachata and salsa lessons, which they tell me via email that they’re still practicing.

This was one of many experiences that makes me question spending my Thai time with my university's well-off students when I could have been helping others who need and appreciate the assistance so much more. But alas, that's a lesson learned. I have my whole future ahead of me to redirect whatever help I am able to give.

As requested, I'll return to Love & Care in March to teach an intensive prep course for the TOEFL and GED exams. I have to schedule a time between the end of my semester and when I return to the U.S. It's very possible that I'll return to Mae Sot after grad school. There's so much need there, and such genuine motivation and appreciation. I feel lucky to have had this opportunity to meet the students, and I hope to help them however I can.

Ribbon-cutting on the new water filter system at Love & Care: http://vimeo.com/9291398

Dr. Cynthia’s Mae Tao Clinic: http://maetaoclinic.org/

Sunday, January 24, 2010

I just spent my Sunday watching G.I. Joe in the Minister of Commerce's living room and checking out his daughter's horseback riding lessons. Arai WA? Arai gohdai.

My friend Nui called a few days ago and asked if I have free time for a tutoring job. Nui works for the minister, who wants an English-speaking big sister for his 9 year old. It's kind of tutoring, and kind of just hanging out and making Nong Kwan comfortable with English. I was invited to meet the family today, so I spent all day with Nui, the father, his bodyguard and his driver. After touring the family's collection of animals (monkeys, parrots, and massive fish and turtles imported from the Amazon), we had lunch at Singha's microbrewery and then spent the evening watching his daughter's riding lessons. It was nice to get to know them in this relaxed way before the tutoring/big sister thing kicks off next week.

Thanks, P'Nui!