Amphawa Shenanigans

This weekend Maria, Molly, Kara and I took a day-trip to the Amphawa floating market.  It's not the most photogenic of the floating markets, but it's way less touristy- and you can take multiple forms of transportation to get there.  The journey is half the fun, right?  Well what a journey it was.  Overall, it was a crazy day that seemed a bit like a strange dream.  Did it happen?  I think so!

Transportation:

-Cab.  Skytrain.  2 passenger trains.  Ferry.  2 Song-taews.  Mini-van.  Bus.  Public bus.  Subway.  Klong taxi.  Foot.  

The players:

-The slightly crazed man who told us that he loved us while we were buying these weird Thai empanadas.  He wasn't even the vendor, but just some random guy walking by.

-The man who was hanging on to the back of our song-taew with a head-to-toe denim get-up: jeans shirt, tucked into jeans.  Classy.  And a belt, and long swishy hair.

-The woman who owned the place we ate lunch at escorted us to the train station.  We really only asked where it was, but I guess she wanted to prevent lost Americans wandering around her town. Solution: grab and arm and take us there herself!

-The man who carried a portable fan onto our bus.

-The dude who flashed us.  AWESOME.

-The guesthouse lady who swore that her cat would bite us if we weren't careful.  Do cats really bite people?

-The half-naked child on a tricycle, who was pretending to tow Molly around on another bicycle.

The events:

-We got to sample caramel/onion bread, coconut dessert, and whole, crunchy mini-crabs.

-Molly took out a door knob with her bum while wai-ing.

-We heard "Yeah" by Usher playing alongside a canal, while exploring a market and without a white person in sight.

-Our van got into an accident on the way home after a car swerved in front of us.  Except for a few bruises and some intense whiplash, we were fine, but a taxi and a pick-up were both totaled.

-We then watched the driver smoke a cigarette over a growing puddle of gasoline leaking out from his car engine.  Which he then tried to restart.

-We ate a seafood and pad thai dinner off of boats.

-We found mannequin pieces in an alley.

-Our train went through a market - literally.  They fold up their awnings and remove the boxes of goods when the train came through, but one box of crabs wasn't so lucky...

-We joined a parade with a bunch of Thai school kids, in celebration of the upcoming election.  One of them hugged Molly.

What a day.  Without good spirits, optimism, and a great ability to laugh at ourselves, I guess it could have been a disaster - but we had an awesome time.  Only in Thailand!

A Laotian Adventure

So here are some journal excerpts from my 2 week stay in Laos.  It was an awesome trip and a wonderful country - so glad I chose to go there with Maria for our vacation.

Monday, July 26: Vientiane

“Happy Khao Pansa Day!  Today is the beginning of Buddhist Lent - the day where monks traditionally retreat to the temple on the full moon of the 6th lunar month.  This holiday originated to protect the rice fields from monks wandering through them, which would not only destroy the crop but also commit an act of murder, going against the first Sila (or rule) of Buddhism.  I woke this morning at 6:30 to the sound of drums and recordings of marimba music, and saw a group of about 30 monks walking down the street from the sitting room balcony of our guest house.  Maria and I went around to the different wats in the neighborhood, seeing all the offerings that people had brought and the women in the traditional, floor-length sarongs.
It was a beautiful sight, and I really felt like  I was witnessing something special.  I also felt slightly intrusive, though, especially with my fabulous but large camera.  Does capturing something authentic detract from it?  Make people feel uncomfortable?  Resent you, even? And eventually, can a tourism industry destroy the very things that drew people in the first place?  I think the answer is yes, but I’m not quite sure what a solution would be.  Not to go at all?”

Wednesday, July 28: En route

“I’m sitting in a van traveling up to Luang Prabang from Vang Vieng.  The road is nuts and full of hair pins turns, and shoots through villages clinging to the edges of insane cliffs.  The scenery is out of this world - rock formations jutting up out of the ground, kids using balloons and bottles for soccer balls, women bathing with their sarongs, children laughing, babies crying, slingshot practice and corn husking, cloud-tipped mountains and thatched roofs, and roads so windy that you can’t see what’s next.
We’re stuck at our second mudslide obstacle - good one, rainy season.  We hairily navigated the first one without sliding into any of the other parked vans (either waiting to pass or until the conditions improve) or the edge of the mountain.  Glad we didn’t fall to our death, and that the driver knew what he was doing - looks like I will live to see another day!”

Friday, July 30: Luang Prabang

"...after lunch we climbed Phu Si - the central hill/wat complex of Luang Prabang.  We chatted with these 2 novice monks named Khan and Kham (convenient, no?) about learning English in their temple, universities in Bangkok, how long they're been monks, and what are their favorite foods from the daily, morning alms-giving ('well, we have to like it all - it's our food for the day').  It was a neat experience, since I've never actually had a conversation with a monk, and to make a tangible human connection with some of the many orange-clad boys we've seen everywhere throughout Laos.  The view at the top was stunning - overlooking the town, the Mekong, and the untouched mountains beyond."

Saturday, July 31: Luang Prabang

"After chatting with some high school and university students at the Big Brother Mouse literacy organization, we took a trip that we had organized with some other tourists the day before (shout-out to Paul and Genevive!) to see the Kuang-Si waterfall.  We took the longboat down the Mekong for about an hour, where we tied up, joined another small boatload of people, and waited for a tuk-tuk in a small village.  There was no tuk-tuk, but there were hundreds of these little yellow butterflies that made it seem very otherworldly.  Soon a pick-up truck rolls up: naturally, this is Laos, and we all climb onto the truck bed.  When in Rome, right?  We snacked on egg fruit from a nearby temple as we rolled past rice paddies and buffalos. Cruising along, bouncing around in the back of that pick-up truck was probably the greatest high I've had in a while.  And I guess swimming at the waterfall was nice too.  :)"

Tuesday, August 3: Si Phan Don (4000 Islands)

"After a short boat ride to Don Det, we found Mr. Tho's bungalows from Lonely Planet and settled in.  Hammocks, books from the 'library' (aka, shelf of old books by the kitchen) and cheap eats (pumpkin burger?  Chocolate shake?  Yum?!) consumed our afternoon.  Life is sooo slow paced here and I feel like everything, even my breathing and talking, moves at half the rate of that in the US.  I took a late-afternoon walk to the southern tip of the island.  There were children and parents bathing in the river, dads and sons carrying still-flopping fish up the banks from their boat, families cooking dinner, teenage boys playing this soccer/volleyball hybrid game, and plenty of ducks, geese, roosters, cows, pigs, dogs and buffalo wandering around.  It was the most relaxed, therapeutic day I've ever had.  And since the island only got electricity in 2008, we easily fell into an island sleeping schedule: go to bed after sundown, rise with the roosters."

Friday, August 6: Champasak

"Today we woke up early, got some delicious pork/mushroom/egg buns and a rack of bananas, rented a pair of bikes and set out for the Khmer-era ruins of Wat Phu Champasak.  We decided to bike the 8km there, for economic and scenic reasons.  It was such a good choice - between 7 and 8am, we rolled through fields, towns, over bridges and through clumps of livestock (they're everywhere - the frantic ducks crossing the road was my favorite).  The people of Champasak are literally the nicest I've ever encountered.  'Sabai dee' (hello) is tossed around, from kids to elders, usually accompanied with a huge grin.  It made me giddy with happiness, especially the little children who look at you in awe, wave, smile and giggle when you wave back.  There were definitely less tourists, and maybe that has something to do with the genuine kindness of the locals."

Saturday, August 7: Pakse

"So we decided to visit Khem in Pakse - she was the hyper-enthusiastic Canadian/Laotian woman who shared a bed with Maria on the sleeper bus.  She had given us her address and number, and we really wanted a) a place to go other than the bus station, b) free lunch, and c) to be adventurous and check it out.  It turned out to be more than we could have hoped for, and we were very glad that we visited.
She was so kind and welcoming, and her family curiously looked on as we chatted over coffee.  She told us about her life during the Secret War, when America dumped millions of tons of bombs on Laos during the 70s to try and get rid of the communist Pathet Laos forces.  Even though she couldn't talk about it for years, she openly told us that she saw her fair share of death - women hanging out of trees or dead babies along the road.  She escaped to a refugee camp across the border in Thailand when her family's make-shift mattress bomb shelter wasn't secure enough, when at the age of 17, she married a man twice her age.  He was abusive, but gave her 3 kids and an escape to Canada nonetheless.  After 20 years she divorced him and started a new life for herself in Canada.  Now, she has an online business, provides for her family, and divides her time between Toronto and Laos.
At her house, we watched "Betrayal," a documentary about the war, and ate a fabulous lunch: spaghetti with meat and mushroom sauce, cheesy bread and iced tea.  When I commented on how much I liked laap (Laos spicy meat salad), she went over to her family eating and chatting on the floor and got a bowl for me!  Basil-y and delicious.  Her brother drove us to the bus station as her family waved from the driveway, and I felt humbled, grateful and simultaneously ashamed at what my country has done to these wonderful people."

Click here to read more about the cluster bombs in Laos

Lovely lovely Laos

Laos is truly a spectacular place.  This past Saturday I returned from a two-week trip throughout the country, along with travel buddy and good friend Maria.  We took the overnight train up to the northern border and covered the capital and surrounding cities for the first half, then took an overnight sleeper bus to the south for the second half and trained in back to Bangkok a week later.  With almost no developed tourism industry, the trip was hassle-free and very smooth - no one was down our throat with travel deals, no one scammed us out of our money, and never once did I feel threatened or uncomfortable (except that one crazy lady who was grabbing our arm and yelling something in Laos...fairly innocuous though).  If anything, people went out of their way to help us - from pointing out that I left my camera cover in the pick-up truck to shepherding us onto the correct bus.

With two weeks of stories and musings, I have a lot of material to work from. Instead of boring all you wonderful people to death with a play-by-play of my trip, I’ll share excerpts from my journal that may be slightly more interesting along with a few bulleted lists.  I’ve totally fallen off the “sunday update” schedule and probably won’t be using Picasa albums, but definitely check out my Facebook page for more pictures.  I’m a picture fiend and take way to many for my own good.

For now, it's off to Cambodia!  I'll be back in a few days, with a complete update - promise!

Peace~

Ko, Dohng, Wat

So the title means "Island, Jungle, Temple" which pretty much sums up my past two weeks.  Two weekends ago we went to Ko Samet as a group for our first non-Father Kelly excursion; during the week Christina, Maria and I adventured downtown to Wat Saket and the Golden Mount; and this past weekend we went as a group (with Father Kelly this time) to Kanchanaburi.  The space in between was relatively average - Bangkok has become my temporary home, and the novelty has worn off a bit.  Certain things have become routine - and while it may seem less exciting on a day to day basis, I think it indicates that I have adjusted to my environment.  Which is definitely a good thing.

(I just like this picture.  It's not really related to anything.)

Ko Samet is an island off the coast of Thailand about 3 hours away from Bangkok.  It's a rather touristy spot, since a lot of Bangkokians and visitors go there to escape the city, but it was a lot of fun to spend a few nights on an island with 14 beaches and parties galore.  Alejandro, Jeff, Kristin and I shared a sweet bungalow for about 12 dollars each - not too shabby! Check out the view from our porch to the left.  Food was pricey but pretty good, and I officially fell in love with papaya salad (which has carried over to Bangkok - I cannot go more than a few days without a beautiful, citrusy, peanuty heaping of it).  And there was one restaurant that served up a mean mango smoothie.

Some shenanigans definitely went down:

• Partying at a beach bar called NaGa, where you flip a coin to determine if you pay for your drink.  Very dangerous, especially because they sometimes let you flip again (I paid 0 baht for alcohol that weekend).
• The bar tender's pet praying mantises, crawling on your face.
• Skinny-dipping at 3am.
• Walking down the beach at 10pm, stumbling upon a congregation of people and flame throwers, spotting an ongoing limbo competition in the middle of this craziness, realizing that you got what it takes!, limboing under a flaming pole in a bikini, and being rewarded with cheers from the crowd and two shots.  (mark my words - it was the craziest 2 minutes of my life.  Did it actually happen?  IT DID).
• The guys rented motorcycles and rode around the island, skinning their knees a few times but definitely having a blast.
• While walking around, we found a half empty reservoir, a helipad, and ripped electrical lines in the middle of the island.  We were expecting to see Jack Shephard emerge from the wilderness but alas, did not.
• Most docile but still fantastic: fried crepes on the beach with bananas and chocolate.  Yum yum.

It was a great weekend that really brought the group together, regardless of how "non-authentic" and touristy it was.  I suppose we kind of are tourists, as much as I want to deny it.  I've been thinking about that a lot recently - what is "authentic" Thailand?  The culture of a country includes so much - even the Westernized, touristy aspects.  I think that sometimes, we go looking for original authenticity and miss the true, modern culture.  And while hearing Justin Bieber playing as you're traipsing through a night market is frustrating, it would be unfair to ignore the reality of Western influence.  It's not all about monks and rice paddies, right?

Later that week, Garvey, Maria and I wanted to do something interesting and historical (now I can't call it 'cultural' anymore) and took the khlong taxi downtown.  We visited Wat Saket and the Golden Mount, which is perched atop a manmade hill in the center of Bangkok.  We went around 5pm and it was beautiful, especially with the recording of the chanting monks, the breeze, and the sound of little prayer bells chiming in the wind.  It's a very prominent place in Bangkok, originally as a cremation sight, later as the highest point in the city, today as the location of the Loy Kratong temple festival.  

The funny thing is, though, that I had to do this research after our visit - since almost all of the signs were in Thai.  And I realized something as we were standing up there - this is not my country, my heritage, or my religion.  I really am an outsider, and have no context to fit Wat Saket, or many of the sights I see, into.  I don't have a body of knowledge about temple architecture or Buddhist ceremonies like I would about United States history or Christianity.  This really seems to apply to everything here, from knowing the rules of the road to how to chose ripe rambutan.  It's been a wonderful experience that feels a bit dreamlike - but by being in a completely different culture, I've really come to reflect on my own.

Third big event: an overnight group trip to Kanchanburi with Father Kelly.  It's a province about 3.5 hours away, home to national parks, waterfalls, treks and monkeys.  We stayed at a resort (hard to accommodate 35 people otherwise) with good food.  Swimming pool was nice.  Bus was average.  Rooms were cute.  Et cetera, et cetera.  Nothing too thrilling, really.  Mostly, though, we went to see the historic Death Railway, which was incredibly fascinating.  We visited Hellfire Pass and took a walk through the woods along torn up sections of the rail bed, and later visited the war cemetery in the town of Kanchanaburi.  We also walked across the bridge over the river Kwai (from the book and movie of the same name).

A bit more about the Death Railway -

During WWII, the Japanese wanted to strengthen their campaign in Burma and eventually penetrate further West, and started planning a railroad to connect Bangkok, Thailand and Rangoon, Burma.  Instead of complying with the estimated 5 year time span, they wanted it done in 16 months.  Thousands of prisoners of war and conscripted Asian laborers where forced to build the railway by hand, through mountains and over rivers.  Over 100,000 workers died (about 10,000 POWs and 90,000 Asian workers) from starvation, dysentery, abuse or infection.  By the time it was completed, the Japanese were realizing their defeat - and used the line to pull troops out of the region.  Soon after, major sections of the line were bombed by the British to prevent Burmese radicals from seizing control.  Some parts were brought under control of the Thai government, and some were neglected due to rushed and shoddy construction.  

It's crazy to think that I have never heard about this incredible travesty in all my years of education.  What a morbid story - between the loss of life, the uselessness of the railroad, and the terrible conditions that these people were forced to work under.  It makes you realize how many events throughout history are untold, concealed or forgotten - and it was really shocking to learn about something as grave as this.  

On the reverse, it was stunningly beautiful.  We had headsets during the walk through the woods, and as a survivor is telling you about the use of bamboo for both beds and whipping, and how shoes were precious because you would get less maggots in your open foot wounds, you look out through the trees at the gorgeous mountains that divide Burma and Thailand.  One survivor described the confusing play between horror and beauty, and how the stunning landscape was a source of inspiration for him every morning.  What a place of extremes.

On a completely different note, this week is midterms.  Which means that Saturday marks the end of midterms (for me at least), and we have a huge chunk of time to travel.  I'll be going to Laos for two weeks with my friend Maria, and although we won't have cell phones or computers, I hope to touch base in internet cafes along the way.  Stops include Vientiane, Van Vieng, Luang Prabang, Si Phan Don, Champusak and maybe Phonsavan.  Should be a grand adventure!

Love from the BKK~ 

"I feel like Anthony Bourdain"

Hello!  I've been a bit behind in my blogging, but since the hectic first weeks are now behind us, I think (hope?) that it will be a bit easier now.  This past week was rather average, except for 2 wonderful eating experiences.

Friday we went to Chinatown - a crowded, bustling neighborhood that was more gritty than downtown Bangkok.  Ashley, Maria and I explored for a few hours, roaming the crowded streets and tight alleyways. The neighborhood was really neat, but the highlight was definitely the lunch.  This is where the blog title comes in: because we seriously felt like Anthony Bourdain.
It was the most "authentic" place I've ever seen in my life, and pictures don't quite do it justice (mostly because we were touristy enough, and after a few quick photos elicited gaping stares, I figured I should probably stop).  We wandered down this tiny alley, where a few different women had set up individual restaurants with a couple tables each.  Restaurant isn't quite the correct adjective, though - food was cooked on an open, homemade fire pit, girls were chopping veggies at the table next to us, and we were sharing this small patch of pavement with dogs, lizards and cats.  Our table was tucked beneath corrugated metal roofing, next to people's ramshackle houses, with occasional drips of water from the balconies above us.
There was a three-way language barrier, from Chinese to Thai to English.  Furthermore, we were a rather motley crew: Maria looks Thai but doesn't speak Thai, Ashley is Chinese but doesn't speak Chinese, and I was the token unidentifiable white friend.  After a game of charades, we got out seafood medley over rice.  It was delicious, and probably tasted even better since we saw it being cooked right in front of us.  When Ash wanted some more fish, a woman thrust a steak of it in her face, and threw it on the wok after a nervous nod from Ashley.  It was definitely a great choice for lunch, and it was so unlike anything I've ever experienced, that it barely felt real.  Craziest meal I've ever had.
After lunch we roamed the food market, where we sampled and shared chestnuts, whipped chocolate-ice, lotus seed bun, cassava roll, dates, raisins, egg tart, mango...and all in small, cheap portions.  It's so nice to be able to buy a handful of something, or single items - I feel like this is entirely absent in the states.

Two nights ago we went with Ajan (professor) Alex to one of his favorite restaurants.  He has been giving us free, optional language classes twice a week, and we decided to grab some food after one of the lessons.  The restaurant was a fairly standard Thai place, but was still packed at 10pm - definitely a popular dig.  Alex ordered an assortment of dishes that he has grown to love.
Alright, so here's the deal: I had 10 types of animal that night, for about 2 dollars.  And we're not talking huge, binge-like portions - we all shared the dishes, which were fairly light and healthy.  1st: catfish, served fried with papaya salad.  Then shrimp, squid and clam in the tom yam soup, which is a traditional dish with lemongrass and coconut milk.  After, fried duck and pork strips with a spicy dipping sauce.  Next, frog legs, roasted and fried, with garlic and bay leaves.
And then!?!?! Alex goes out to a food cart passing by on the street, and orders a few bags of unidentifiable objects. As he approaches, we catch sight of the snacks: alas, they were bugs.  And creepy crawlies.  And so, I ate lizard (photo), cricket and bamboo worm for dessert - definitely didn't see that coming! They seemed to be roasted and salted, and didn't really taste much like anything.  Crunchy I guess? We went outside to explore the rest of the vendor's wares, which included coconut jellies and warm milk cake.  This guy was selling bugs and desserts!  What king of business model is that?!  Only in Thailand...

And in the spirit of good food, the rest of the photos are from the night market by campus.  It's open a few days a week and sells food, clothes, shoes and goldfish.  Great place to explore when you're feeling bored or wanting to spend some baht.

On another note, here are some some cultural differences that I've been noticing:

• no one uses knives: fork and spoon only.  I couldn't begin to tell you why...knives were invented for a reason!  
• short skirts are more acceptable than spaghetti straps - I was recently "cockadoodle-dooed" at, which was a bit uncomfortable.
• bathrooms usually don't have toilet paper or paper towels, which is sometimes inconvenient, but must surely save a lot of trees.
• people don't really talk on the bus, metro, or transportation in general - so we're usually the obnoxious white kids who are REALLY LOUD.
• the king is tremendously honored, and insulting him could land you a spot in jail.
• pale skin is considered beautiful, and stores sell "whitening cream" instead of self-tanner.
• most stairs are at completely random intervals!  You really need to watch where you're going, because that baby step always gets ya.  Sidewalks are very irregular too.
• many Thais don't have kitchens, and eat all their meals at small, quick restaurants or street vendors.  Therefore, there are hundreds of cheap, delicious, exciting food options everywhere you go.
• shout-out to the Anderson twins: sometimes people serve drinks in plastic bags with a straw, to save on all the individual packing.  Genius, I suppose, but a bit precarious!

It's off to bed for me.  Tomorrow morning we're all going to Ko Samet, and island about three hours away, for a long weekend.  It's our first non-Kelly trip - and is sure to be absolutely insane.  More to come on that!

Good night, good morning, peace and love from Thailand~

Assimilation 101

Ah, Thailand. What a country. Even though our guest lecturer told us that we're all still in the "honeymoon phase" of our experience and that culture shock with inevitably set in, I will remain in my blissful bubble until then. This place seems to have it all - and while I'm not blind to the challenges that Thailand surely faces, it is a wonderful place with so much to do, eat, try and learn.

Yesterday, seven of us explored the vast monster of JJ Market. It's one of the largest markets in Asia (35 acres), and we spent hours roaming through the stalls that held everything from puppies to shoes, furniture to neon signs, quails' eggs to house plants. I felt like a child on Christmas! Buying anything was so overwhelming - how do you settle on something when there are thousands of vendors? We also got a great lunch at this little dive where we were the only farangs (foreigners) in sight.

Friday we went to this cultural performance and elephant show that was planned for our Loyola group in a botanical garden/resort complex. Can't say it was the highlight of my Thai experience. (Photo: why are hula hooping elephants in our budget?  Tourist much?)  But then! We all went to a hotel in Pattaya and spend the afternoon at the beach and pool. Dinner was served overlooking the ocean, and it was a great way to relax and bond as a group.


Last night we celebrated my birthday at a bar, then a nightclub - with techno, live percussion and just a wee bit too much tequila. Is it possible to reject shots that people buy for you? I have yet to be successful in this regard. Everyone was so nice and made my birthday night really special, with cake, well-wishes and love. Due to the craziness ofyesterday, my actual birthday (today!) was a pretty chill one, but definitely cool to be spent in Thailand.

Some other thoughts:

Motorcycle taxi is my new favorite activity. I've started looking for reasons to take them because they are just unbelievably awesome. The coolest moment of my life to date occurred aboard one of these fabulous contraptions, riding back from the night market about 15 minutes away. Here I am in my ABAC uniform, riding side-saddle (necessary with the pencil skirt!), eating a tray of papaya salad, while zipping through traffic, side-streets and walkways. Literally the closest I've ever been to being in a movie - if only there was a soundtrack!

Learning Thai has been an interesting experience, especially trying to practice with the local Thais. Some of the sounds don't even exist in English, which makes it a bit difficult, along with the different vowel tones within words. I've been making a noble attempt to use phrases whenever I can, but people just laugh at me. If it wasn't a common experience for the Loyola crowd then I would feel offended, but it's been happening constantly - not exactly the most encouraging reaction! I've noticed, though, that they don't seem to be laughing at us but with us - and trying to "save face" is a big thing here. It's more like "Oh, look at this poor girl pronouncing everything wrong: let's just laugh it off together!" ....or at least I hope so?

Beware: Thai massages may transform you into a new person. We got them for 150 baht for 1 hour - about 5 US dollars - and it was a nice balance between gentle and deep tissue. It's going to be very hard not to get them too frequently - I could very easily slip into a regular massage schedule.

I've become sooo cheap here, and now I've started to think about prices in baht. If we all thought in US prices, we would end up buying everything - the exchange rate is incredibly in our favor. To get an idea, you can get a fabulous meal for a little over 1 US dollar, and shoes from the market are about 3. An hour-long cab ride is less than 10, and 1 liter of filtered water is 3 cents. Going back to the states is going to be depressing, and I can't imagine how much I used to pay for everyday things at home.

That's it for now!  I'll probably stick to the Sunday night posting schedule since it's been working out so far.  Back to class in the morning - woot woot!  I need to wake up bright and early to be at BangNa campus by 8:45.

May your day be less humid than mine, but with an equal dose of adventure~

Greetings from Bangkok~

Sawat-de ka!  Hello!  We've been in Bangkok for less than a week, and I already feel like so much has happened.  Every hour holds something new to explore, or a silly mistake to make, or something exciting to learn, and I think that the next 5 months are going to make for an incredibly enriching experience.

I'm living on the older Assumption University campus, Hua Mak, with all my fellow Loyola peeps, and attending classes at the newer campus, Bang Na, about 45 minutes away.  Classes are so wonderfully relaxed compared to the states - and apparently the professors love us because we actually pay attention and are fluent in English.  I'm taking Thai Politics and Government, Ethics, Thai Language and Culture, Buddhism (if a section opens up), Social Dance (thai dance, apparently?) and Scuba Diving (so. PUMPED).  Everyone is already 3 weeks into the semester, so we have a bit of catching up to do - and have been thrown into the fray rather quickly.  But I guess it's an experience, right?

Before we arrived in Bangkok, we had quite the travel experience.  I flew from Boston to New York, where I met up with the rest of the group, then a 15 hour flight over the North Pole to Hong Kong.  We spent the night there, then flew to Bangkok the next morning - later that night, we started class.  And my bag got lost which was a bummer! But it's safe and sound now.  The first few days felt a bit frazzled with a totally new environment to get used to, from the language down barrier, the food, the classes, and the transportation.

But even everyday experiences can be such a thrill, such as:

• Riding a motorcycle taxi to the Big C convenience store.
• Getting fresh pineapple from a street vendor for about 30 cents.
• Having "Auntie Sam" buy you and your friends yogurt-apple smoothies at 10pm.
• Taking a river boat the Klong to get downtown.
• Triumphantly finding your class, after asking 3 separate Thai students where it is and being redirected twice.
• Going to fantastic, cheap, fun bars without being carded.
• Befriending international students from all over Asia.
• Stumbling upon (and I'm not talking about the internet toolbar) a fantastic market while exploring the neighborhood.

For the first few weekends, we have pre-planned excursions that get us acquainted with the city and the rest of our group.  And since we only have classes Monday through Friday, there's plenty of time for extracurricular trips.  This past Friday, we took the Klong river boat to Wat Pho, which is one of the more famous temples in Bangkok.  The boat was fantastic, except for the fact that the canal water is so toxic that you should try not to get splashed at all costs.  Apparently if you fall in, you need to be seriously scrubbed down....but it was a handy (and cheap!) means of transportation.  The architecture and statues at Wat Pho were stunning, especially the ridiculously gigantic reclining Buddha statue.  Buddhism seems to be such a wonderfully peaceful and introspective way of life that I really want to explore during my time here.  Later that afternoon, we went to Khao San road, the backpacker's mecca.  It's one of the most traveled areas in Thailand, known for it's hippie-esque feel.  Although it was neat to check out, there are much better markets for locals that we are sure to explore later, with less tourist traps and westernized goods.

On Saturday, we took a rather random trip to Siam amusement park.  From buddhas to roller coasters within less than 24 hours!  It was pretty similar to a park in the states, although there were a lot less people and they styling was a bit different.  When a storm blew in and the sky opened up, we relaxed on the lazy river in the rain.  It was so wonderful to finally cool off from the 95 degree, humid weather - and I love swimming in the rain regardless.  They also have the world's largest wave pool, which was fine until a lady started taking pictures of us.  I know we stand out, but seriously?!

Today was a chill day, and we took a walk around the neighborhood to explore what is in our own backyard.  We found an amazing market, with everything from squid on a stick, to curtains, to bear-shaped pancakes (sooo good), to faux Prada wallets, to street sushi (sketch?), to perfume balls.  We'll definitely be back again, when we're hungrier and have more money in our wallets.  It was such a great atmosphere, and was populated almost exclusively by Thais- very different from Khao Sun road the day before.

I also got to meet up with Bethel, a friend from Loyola, who is spending the week in Bangkok with her mother.  I took a cab downtown which turned out to be wonderfully affordable (about $8 for an hour ride) and not sketchy at all.  So far, I have felt much safer here than in many places back home, and everyone has been very friendly and professional.  I also saw the area where the riots happened a few weeks ago - amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, the burned mall stood in the background.  It's crazy to think that something so publicized and hyped-up seems to be almost an afterthought.  I got to go shopping with Bethel and out to an Ethiopian restaurant - very strange to be eating Ethiopian cuisine in already-foreign Bangkok, but it was delicious.

That's all for now - good morning from tonight.  11 hour time difference!  :)