Thursday 10 January 2013

RUN BKK

The adventure continues.

I was relying upon hilarious tales documented in my travel diary to write this post about a jam packed two weeks spent between Bangkok and Koh Samui. But apparently I was far too blissed out on private pools, hot stone massages, jet boat rides, high tea and chocolate milk to write a single anecdote, typical. 

As anybody who has visited the insanity of Bangkok would know, this place is bat shit crazy. Actually its not even just Bangkok it's Thailand. And thats why it was so awesome. There's nothing like accidentally catching the eye of a toothless Thai man holding a tiny monkey only to have him come up and thrust the furry little monkey in Becka's lap, on three separate occasions. Classic.

But im getting ahead of myself, lets start at the very beginning as its a very good place to start. 







1/ The Grand Palace 2/ Intricate details in the Grand Palace 3/ More gold in the Grand Palace 4/ Looking out over the Grand Palace 5/ The steep climb to the top of Wat Arun 6/ View from Wat Arun 7/Traffic and crowds infront of Chatuchak Market

 Before embarking on our volunteer adventure in the jungles of Sangkhlaburi, the volunteer company took us on a tour of the big ticket Bangkok sights and sounds. It was a stinking hot day (luckily us southern hemisphere dwellers thrive on the heat, the English participants not so much...) but the ridiculous detail and magnificence of the temples kept us going. So much gold and such ornate and delicate decorations on every building and temple kept my camera glued to my eyeball capturing every detail and character of Thailand's rich and extensive history.
This day we had our first real authentic Thai meal on the banks of the Chao Phraya river and our first of several hardcore tuk tuk rides. We explored the tourist mecca of The Khaosan Road and made a list of all the goodies we would be back for in four weeks. That night after dinner we found ourselves upstairs at a random live music joint and knocked back a few too many shots before getting up at the crack of dawn for our eight hour bus ride into the mountains. It would only be four short weeks until we were back Bangkok!



1/ Mimi, Becka and I Before the Lady Boy show 2/ Mobbed by Lady Boys

After bus-ing it back to Bangkok Mimi, Becka and I took the worlds most awkward taxi ride to a stupidly expensive and fancy hotel, that looked much cheaper on the internet, and spent a couple of nights there before Becka and I dashed off to Koh Samui and Mimi took the long slog back to the chill of England. Our main objective was to see a Lady Boy show, and though the show itself was lack lusture the gals in it sure weren't. My god they know how to work a diamond encrusted ball gown! Though my face in the above photo resembles a photo of a petrified five year old me standing next to a clown, I promise it was more of a "check these bitches out! they got swag" face.









 






1/ Main street of Koh Samui 2-5/ Our luxurious accommodation 6/ Getting a hot stone foot massage in this palace! 7/ Sawadee Monkey Island 8/ Long boats and crystals waters in Angthong 9-12/ Our adventure in Angthong National Marine Park 13-14/ Pristine views 15/ The Big Buddha 16/ Our blessing to the kids of the Dreamhouse, 2555 is 2012 in Thai years 17/ Muay Thai champs (spot the Aussie) 18/ Koh Samui putting on a show for our last night 19/ Monkeys!

Koh Samui: full of old men carrying monkeys, candlelit dinners on the beach,
private pools, Muay Thai, and Chang singlets.

The highlight of our Koh Samui trip was the boat adventure to Angthong National Marine Park. After much deliberation we decided the one hour jet boat ride to the park, though more expensive, would be the better option than the three hour journey on a steam boat. In retrospect I think I might have preferred the steam boat. It didn't start well when we had to wade waist deep through crashing waves holding our bags over our heads to get to the boat and awkwardly scramble up into it. Being a novice on the old jet boat scene I was all too keen to agree with Becka that a seat up the front of the boat would be best. I spent the next hour with my heart in my throat and knuckles white from gripping onto the edge for dear life. Jet boats + powerful waves; not ideal. After back on dry land later that day and regaling the story for the parentals back home it was quite amusing. But the expedition was smooth sailing after that. We snorkeled in beautiful crystal blue/green waters, hiked to the top of islands to be rewarded with magnificent views, went canoeing (with great difficulty) and swam in cool waters of paradise! Needless to say we sat on the inside of the boat on the return journey.
Back on the island of Koh Samui we shopped up a souvenir storm, got many massages and visited the Big Buddha temple and left a blessing for the kids of the Dreamhouse. On our last night we finally gave into the toothless man with the monkey and paid our two bits to have a photo with the cheeky little critter, who then started eating my hair (the monkey, not the man). What more could you ask for from Thailand?!










 1/ Decorations throughout the city for the Queen's Birthday 2/ Adorable bits and bobs 3-5/ Getting the full fish treatment 6/ Gangnam Style flashmob 7/ Tuk Tuk rides 8/ Cricket or Scorpion? 9/ Our unlucky victim 10-11/ High Tea in TWG 12-13/ Iconic Tuk Tuks

 Back in Bangkok for four more days we hurried to complete all the stuff we had wanted to do since planning the trip. This of course included eating a deep fried cricket, having fish feed off our feet, sneaking in a few more tuk tuk rides and purchasing yet more Chang singlets (a person can never have enough Chang). We aslo stumbled upon a delightful fancy high tea cafe where we sipped tea and ate buttered scones with a view of Prada and Dior (only in Thailand). We shopped yet more at MBK, Terminal 21 and nearly died in Chatuchak Market before Bangkok started to get the better of us. It is a great city that I would highly recommend a vist to at least once. But it is definitely a city that starts to get the better of you and everyone is just a little too batshit crazy to handle with lice and an intense head cold in the middle of summer.

Thailand rest assured I will be back!




Wednesday 7 November 2012

A little hello from the Dream House

As promised i've put together some adorable footage of our time at the Dream House.

Just watch.

Now just try and get that last song out of your head.







Footage shot by Ezra and myself.
(also, im aware i clearly have no grip on final cut pro, 
even though i spent three years doing an arts degree...)

Tuesday 30 October 2012

nèung, sŏng, săam!

It's been a little quiet over here on 'the rush', probably because i've been spending far too much time watching all three seasons of Community, but mostly because Becka I spent six weeks volunteering in an orphanage in Sangkhlaburi, Thailand.

The experience was equal parts 
nerve-racking, confronting, challenging, amazing, inspirational, fun and hilarious.   

In the four weeks we spent in Sangkhlaburi it became our home. We were besties with the hotel owner, were locals at the 7eleven and knew where to get the best kickass pancake roti in town (and were heartbroken when she wasn't there). We ate at Toi's almost every night and developed an obsession for Massaman Curry and Morning Glory (stir fried water spinach). After a week of going the long way round to P. Guest house like chumps, we found a short cut (even if it did mean climbing a hill). We took a weekend trip to Kanchanaburi, saw the Death Railway and sipped cocktails out of a bucket at Sugar Member. We were regulars at Blend Cafe, getting our daily dose of caffeine and wifi. We ate countless bagels and became addicted to chocolate milk at the bakery. We knew that the best place to get your laundry done was at Weaving For Women, where she would repeatedly fix the rip in the seat of a number of your pants because you spent so much time sitting on the floor. We walked the wooden bridge and made it all the way to second temple on the Mon side with a ridiculous hangover. We were taught Muay Thai by a former champion and nicest guy in town. We partook in karaoke, in Thai, after smashing a bottle of vodka in the 7eleven. We rode majestically upon the backs of elephants and bamboo rafted like a boss down the rapids and only sat in the river a little bit. We got wise to Thai's having a little giggle at us when learning the word falang meant foreigner. We got used to never really being dry, and we even used a squat toilet more than once. Let's face it, by the end of it we were basically Thai. 

And the people we shared those adventures with? Mimi, Ellen, Chris and Felix, possibly the best crazy little makeshift family we could have hoped for. (Side note, Ellen is from Adelaide too, she caught the same flight to Bangkok as me and Becka, and went to primary school with my brother, small freaking world!). Thanks to these guys for making the four weeks a hilarious fun time. I dont think I will ever be able to wipe the image of the running chicken from my mind. 

Cute Family Portrait (minus Felix :( who was in Bangkok)

Then of course there was the Dream House. Run solely by Vic, the Dream House orphanage is a home for both orphans and impoverished children. As Sangkhlaburi is located in NorthWest Thailand along the Thai/Burmese border all of the children come from Burma and are victims of the military rule. There are currently 28 children at the Dream House and a new bigger Dream House is being built, by volunteers like Mimi, Chris and Felix, for Vic and the kids just down the road.
For children who come from such a sad and violent background, the kids at the Dream House couldn't be a more happy, energetic and joyous bunch of kids. On our final day I already began to miss them. I think I gave about a trillion hugs that day. The kids are aged between two and seventeen, with Happy as the youngest and Josh as the oldest (yes her name really is Happy, and Josh where's my facebook friend request!?).

Happy, Cherry, Joshua, Joy, Rain, Heart, Promise, Mary, Josh, Luke, Nathan, Lovely, Jonathan, 
April, Honey, May, August, Blessing, Laura, Daniel, David, Jeremy, Jordan, Jess, Ezra. 

I can't say enough about these kids, I just love 'em to bits!
And Vic, there aren't enough words to describe just how amazing and inspirational Vic is. Not only is she able to look after 29 people on 9 baht per meal (28 cents AUD) she is also in the middle of completing a Doctorate! The woman is a machine! Becka and I had many eye opening chats with her over the chopping of vegetables which just confirm what an amazing human being she is. Vic has devoted her entire life to giving these children a better chance and she couldn't be doing a finer job of it.
In the coming days I am hoping to put together an online fundraising site to raise money to send to Vic for her to use on food/clothing/household items and the improvement of the kids sleeping quarters while they wait for the new Dream House to be built (which could still be three years away). I will let you readers of 'the rush' know when it is up and running. 

Our typical day at the Dream House was this: Before the kids came home from school we would help Vic with any housework and general chores she had, like ironing and sweeping etc. Someone would go and collect the two young'uns (Happy and Cherry) from nursery school, and we would all then prepare dinner by chopping up huge quantities of vegetables. By three thirty most of the kids would be home from school and we would just hang out with them. Us helping them with English and them teaching us a little Thai. Once Becka and I bought some wool from town and brought it in to make friendship bracelets and pompoms (but we will never speak of the pompoms). Turns out the kids are ace at making most kinds of crafts, all I could do was plait the wool, Ezra on the other hand was weaving some intricate patterns into his! We bought paper and coloured pencils another day and made masks and crowns, leaving the house covered in paper and sticky tape. Or they would just paint our nails. I dont just mean paint them one solid colour, ho no, I mean they would paint patterns and flowers on our nails all colour coordinated and perfectly executed. Their work rivaled professional high end nail salons and these kids were only nine or ten! Our day at the Dream House ended with a group singalong and prayer. I think that was my favourite part of the day. Everyone sitting in a circle and singing songs, some with cute little dances. I have video footage of some of their traditional Thai and Burmese songs, which I will edit and hopefully upload soon. The favourite game to play was kind of a name remembering song/game. It was difficult to get the hang of at first (and way to difficult to explain here in prose) but it served me well in learning and remembering everybody's name. 

After ending the day on a super adorable note, with singing and dancing, Becka and I, and the two German girls doing the childcare program with us, were whisked away in the back of a van to another orphanage. We were there to teach English to a bigger group of kids who hadn't come into contact with many foreigners. It was the first day of this that I knew I could never be a teacher. Becka and I were split up and I was left alone to teach a bunch of wide eyed expectant high schoolers the ways of the English language. They didn't speak a word of English and I dont speak a word of Thai, obviously it didn't go well. I'm sure I was mere seconds away from simultaneously vomiting and fainting until Vic stepped in and saved me. It was definitely the most challenging part of the trip, goodness knows how hard it was for the German girls who barely spoke English themselves. But once I found the safety of flash cards the lessons went ok-ish. I had Vic to help me each day and Becka had a rotating catalog of Dream House kids who could speak a little English. Though im not sure I really taught them much in the way of the English language, they appeared to enjoy listening to me say the word banana and if nothing else hopefully they will remember the difference between 'head' and 'hands' and 'cheek' and 'chin'. 

Im sure I could rave on about how awesome our four weeks in Sangkhlaburi were at great length,
but for now I will just let the photos speak for themselves.

Our Grand Palace in Sangkhlaburi
locals
5 star accomodation
Sangkhlaburi
en route through the jungle to the Dream House
with an entire family on a motorbike
Welcome to the DREAM HOUSE!

an enormous clap of thunder happened as I took this picture (Happy and I reacted accordingly)
Heart, Laura, Nathan
Joshua / August
Happy's got swag
Honey painting Becka's nails
Vic and Happy
Happy, Me, Nathan / Rain
hot hot hot chillies
the resident grumpy cat at Dream House
Cherry wearing my glasses and being a super hero / and walking home from nursery school
Promise, Becka
cat in laundry
Joshua and Rain captivated by 'temple run' / Felix handing out chocolate and being very popular
Happy and Becka moustache you a question
apparently i'm crap at Muay Thai,  I can't possibly see how...
nearly sliding off
elephant trekking / i was the only one brave enough to get in the hot (boiling) springs
floating houses on the lake


the wooden bridge ( the longest wooden bridge in the southern hemisphere) 
family photos with me, Ellen, Mimi
The Death Railway in Kanchanaburi
views from our weekend trip to Kanchanaburi
sitting in on one of Ellen's classes
just being a hoe in the Dream House garden
Happy loves to have her photo taken
Cherry getting in on the action 
if only this photo had audio, Happy has the cutest freaking laugh!
the kids sleeping huts
Happy "helping" with the cooking
Becka,  Josh,  Ellen
a delicious noodle dinner at the Dream House
the dog whisperer
just like the lion king
this photo was actually taken by one of the kids!

Our time in Sangkhlaburi went so quickly, its hard to believe we've already been home for six weeks now. Even though there were tough times where I was close to throwing in the towel and didn't think I could continue living in Thailand, there were many more amazing, enjoyable, inspiring, amusing times. We met some awesome people and had the time of our lives. I couldn't imagine not having this experience to look back on. Plus we've got a mountain of inside jokes that will last a lifetime! 

These guys = the best




Stay tuned for photos from our two week adventure in Koh Samui and Bangkok!

xx


photos by: myself, Becka Dry and the kids of the Dream House