Letter from the Editors
On Monday we enter the tenth week of our program--unbelievable! We’ve had innumerable adventures so far, visiting communities in Baw Gaew fighting for their land rights against a eucalyptus plantation company, the community of Khon Saan protesting the establishment of a rubber factory, and Huay Rahong contesting the borders of their land with a Wildlife Sanctuary. We’ve seen the mountains of Laos from Thailand and jumped in the Mun River in Ubon Ratchathani upstream of the controversial Pak Mun Dam. We’ve had the opportunity to speak everyone from the Electricity Generating Authority of Thailand (EGAT) to organizations protesting the Pak Mun Dam to villagers of Khan Puai living with the impacts from the Pak Mun Dam. All in addition to encountering our various adventures around our home base, Khon Kaen.
This newsletter highlights some of our wild, crazy, funny, thought-provoking, heart-warming experiences thus far. Here in Thailand you will encounter many smiles, get the update on precisely how to get coffee, and consider the trend of development in Thailand. You’ll learn quite a bit about the food scene, from picking out meatballs to finding the perfect dessert. You may also consider gender, and how it is configured in the U.S. and in Thailand. Completing this newsletter is a whirlwind of “crazy things” that happen in Thailand that aren’t so “crazy” here, but may be balked at in the U.S.
So many diverse experiences, so many events and ideas to consider! Who knows where our paths will lead us next? Into week ten!
The Editing Team
Table of Contents
Communicating in the Land of Smiles, Annie Srivanichraper
Thai Coffee Scene, Cara Reaume
Overcoming Arachnophobia, Alice Chen
The Imagery of Development, Holden Bussey
The Photo Phenomenon, Ellen Swain
Khon Kaen Food Stalls, Katrina Harrington
Eating Meatballs at Bus Stops, Sophie Westover
Not Your Average Daytime Soaps, Sarah Kaufman
Comfort Zone Control: Tips to Escape the CIEE Bubble, Shelby Kaplan
Thai Roommate Bonding, Allie Quintano
Bat Cave, Emma Arnold
Equality in Thailand, Maren Meyers
Thai Casual, Sara Diaz
Communicating in the Land of Smiles, Annie Srivanichraper
You are chatting with someone, and all the signs of a good conversation are there: a pleasant smile, the attentive head nod, maybe a chuckling laugh or two. The average American might interpret these actions as an affirmation that what is being said is understood and well received. However, in the Land of Smiles, a smile can hold a variety of meanings.
Based on my experiences in Thailand, it is clear Thai culture aims to avoid making the individual feel uncomfortable. Thus, sometimes when speaking with a Thai, you are left not knowing whether something is really okay, if they truly understand, or if they are thinking, “Yes, I know! Just stop already.”
After months in Thailand, I have picked up the Thai habit of respectfully smiling and nodding, when in reality, I could be feeling rather uncomfortable. It is possible that I do not fully understand what the other person is saying, did not receive the answer to the question I was asking, feel weird about asking them to repeat themselves, do not know how to deal with a bad situation, or think, “I get what this person is saying, but I don’t want to interrupt them.” This demonstrates that communication is not always impeded by a language barrier, but by something as simple, or rather as complicated, as a smile. Smiles aren’t the only barrier to communication, though.
Throughout the past two units of CIEE’s Development and Globalization program, it has struck me how difficulties in communication are also illustrated in the relationships between villagers and government bodies. This past unit on dams, water, and energy included a village that has lost their livelihood due to the construction of dams, an electricity generating authority in support of the dams, and five different opposition groups against the dam. In our land rights units, there was a communication barrier between villagers and the Head of the Wildlife Sanctuary, who felt that villagers took an accusatory tone during talks. In each of these units, there is potential for all groups to work together. However, they have not managed to do so. Is it an issue of pride, arrogance, or disdain?
This lack of communication and compromise is not unique to Thailand; It is an issue that takes place in America as well. I would like to think that it is so much better, but in reality, it is perhaps just as bad. Americans watched in dismay, as they wondered why Congress could not come to an agreement during the government shut down, and while determining the national budget. How can America hope to be taken seriously when our own lawmakers cannot come together to make a decision? Sometimes we may want think that the American government is free of these complexities and is arguably superior, but is it really?
Don’t get me wrong; I love my country. I critique it because it saddens me to see our nation have so much trouble due to insufficient communication and lack of ownership across parties. The same issue plagues Thailand in varying degrees.
Why should different stakeholders try to find some common ground and look at it from the other perspective, despite the possible losses? Because in the end, even in Thailand, we have the same desire: we want the best for our countries as a whole.
While it looks pretty, a smile can confuse and impede the veracity of communication.
Thai Coffee Scene, Cara Reaume
As someone who can only function in the morning once the caffeine from a cup o’ joe has entered my bloodstream, I was mildly concerned coming to Thailand. The potentially limited availability had me worried. I didn’t really have any basis for assuming that Thailand was devoid of coffee. I was just aware of how comfortable I had grown with two coffee makers in my house combined with shops on almost every corner of my college town. This abundance of coffee was a constant source of comfort. I also knew that Thailand was a developing country. What if they hadn’t discovered the joys of java yet? This kept me up at night, but boy was I wrong!
I was greeted in Thailand with an immense range of coffee types from which to choose. Pretty much every coffee shop has the basics: black, latte, mocha, cappuccino and espresso. Most places then have liquid ‘chocolate’, a variety of smoothies and teas and different flavored milks (hazelnut, strawberry, oreo) – this is something I have yet to explore, but feel that, as a frequent inhabitant of coffee shops, I must soon try. In almost every coffee establishment, each type of coffee comes in three options for your taste buds’ pleasure – rohn (hot), yen (cold, or iced) and baan (frappe), getting more expensive, respectively. Prices for a coffee generally range from 30-60 baht ($1-$2), which by American standards is very reasonable, though the quantity of coffee received here is much smaller. I’d estimate that it’s about ¾ of a ‘small’ at an average coffee shop back home. However, it is interesting to note that the average price for a meal at one of the many food stands I frequently visit is 35 baht. So, a cup of coffee is equal to or more expensive than a meal. Worth it.
There is definitely an array of atmospheres to choose from when pondering which coffee establishment to support. On one end of the spectrum are tiny stands on the side of the street that offer the added fun of keeping one eye on the road to avoid getting hit by passing motorcyclists. One stand I enjoy serves coffee in a bag, which, not uncommon in Thailand, involves the precious liquid being wrapped in plastic, then paper, then plastic again. This ensures minimal leakage and maximal landfill supply. Then, there are little ‘huts’ of coffee, which look like a small box surrounded by stools. One of my favorite spots, Finview Coffee, is a slightly bigger wooden box with a few tables inside – a cozy nook, though the lack of air conditioning prevents long-term studying. There are also average sized coffee shops that are charming, independently owned and usually conducive to doing homework that requires mild concentration. Warning: on certain occasions, any and all coffee shops mentioned may spontaneously begin to play loud, obnoxious, pop tunes. Think One Direction, Taylor Swift, and The Like. When either this or the other strange music genre comes on – covers of Christmas songs by Thai singers – your cue to get your coffee in a to-go cup and get out has arrived.
A strange characteristic of Thai coffee shops is the ambiguous and volatile opening/closing times. Often, a sign outlining operating hours is posted, but hardly adhered to. A shop might open at 10 am one day and 1 pm the next. Others have no set hours at all. One thing for certain is that no local coffee shops open earlier than 9 a.m., or even usually 10 a.m. Alas, in the early mornings I struggle. However, the wait till mid-morning is worth it, as Thai coffee is hardly ever bad. It’s not relatively good either, but at least it’s consistent – in taste and most definitely in sweetness. Thais love wan (sweet), and unless you specifically ask for no sugar, you can expect to be flooded with spoonfuls in every drink.
My drink of choice as I write this newsletter, an espresso baan for 45 baht.
Overcoming Arachnophobia, Alice Chen
Spiders are quite literally one the most scariest things on the planet. They have eight legs, two fangs, and a vicious attitude. They hide in the dark corners of your house, crawling out when you least expect it. Their tiny bodies and long legs lurk in the darkness waiting to sink their fangs into your skin. Still not convinced? Well consider this: the brown button spider, found in many parts of the world, will literally eat whole snakes. WHOLE SNAKES!!!
So now that you are in complete terror, let me tell you about my experience with arachnids in Thailand. The hot, dry climate in Isaan is the perfect breeding ground for spiders. These cold-blooded creatures can come out any time of the day and not have to worry about dying or getting blown away. They are literally everywhere, especially daddy long-legs. All I have to do is look in a corner and sure enough there will be a clump of webs with a spider hanging in the middle of them. I don’t cringe as long as they stay in their corners and out of immediate eyesight. Sadly, there is very little I can do about spider behavior. I knew I would have to face them eventually.
My first experience with spiders in Thailand came the first week we moved into our apartments. My lovely roommate wanted to take me to this night market, and I of course agreed. So I grabbed my helmet and jumped on her motorcycle. About halfway through the ride, the side of my forehead started to get itchy, and the itch appeared to be moving across my head. What was this weird phenomenon occurring on my hairline? Well I got my answer soon enough. A spider drops from my helmet onto my face! I think the reason I did not cause a crash was because I was utterly stunned and was only barely able to move my arm to swipe the spider off my nose. This was definitely the closest encounter to a spider I have ever had and would prefer to never have again…ever. Unfortunately, my arachnophobia will soon be challenged again.
My next spider-scarring event came on our last homestay during the water unit. Do not get me wrong; I absolutely loved staying with my family. In fact, this was the hardest homestay family for me to leave, except for the spiders. Many of you have probably read about our journeys of discovering bucket baths and squat toilets, but I am going to add one more piece to the adventure: the accumulation of spiders on the squat toilet. This is probably one of the least pleasant places to have spiders, but there is absolutely no way I could have avoided this situation. So here I am squatting face to face with three massive daddy long-legs as I do my business. Closing my eyes is not an option—what happens if they start to move? I need to be prepared for evasive maneuvers. Thankfully, no spiders dropped on my head this time, but the same cannot be said for my roommate. Cara, I sympathize with your traumatizing experience.
Next week, we will be heading onto our fifth homestay of the trip in Loei Province. Will I encounter spiders? Most definitely. Will I be better prepared for an attack? Probably not. Will I still shriek whenever I see one? Maybe, but I am hoping that these encounters in Thailand will make me immune to my fear when I get back to America. Yeah okay, that’s just wishful thinking.
I am too scared to actually take a picture of a spider. Thus, this picture of a Giant Huntsman in Thailand was found on Google. Huntsman spiders or Crane spiders are apparently very common.
The Imagery of Development, Holden Bussey
In coming to Thailand, I had visions of white sandy beaches and lush, tropical rainforests. While some areas of the country do mimic this, with the tropics to the south and the rainforests to the north, the natural geography has left Isaan an expansive plateau, with Khon Kaen dropped in the center. Sandwiched between mountains to the west and to the east, Isaan in the dry season is extreme. Neither lush nor green are accurate descriptors of the brown, almost bleak nature of Isaan’s terrain this time of year.
Through our travels to villages around this region, green dots seems to pop up out of nowhere. Irrigation has allowed for rice to be grown in two seasons, instead of the traditional single wet season crop. Rice paddies provide some greenery on the otherwise dry landscape, yet I have started to notice more and more another source of green space. While the paddies retain the picturesque image of the Southeast Asian countryside, a perfectly manicured western landscape seems out of place in this region. The more observant I am, the more I notice this type scenery throughout Isaan.
What I find interesting is that this landscape is not associated with the traditional businesses or attractions it would be in the west. Instead, these perfectly manicured gardens and flowers attract visitors to industrial entities that we would usually want to hide. Power plants, dams, and other industrial facilities are seemingly marketed like they are meant for public amusement. Thailand is by no means trying to hide these examples of development. On the contrary, they are showcasing them to its citizens. They are symbols of the transitions happening in this part of the country.
As Thailand develops, the need for energy is increasing. While Khon Kaen is growing daily, the real demand for energy comes from Bangkok and the industries of the central plains. However, the power is coming from various locations, with Isaan being the perfect setting for power generation. It is not all roses though, as there are an incredible amount of drawbacks for those residing near these power plants.
In this past unit, we studied the enormous impact the Pak Mun Dam has had on the environment and nearby citizens’ way of life – compromising their fisheries and denying them flood plains to farm on. However, upon visiting the Electrical Generating Authority of Thailand (EGAT) compound nearby, located on the even larger Siridorn Dam, we were met with sprawling greenery, sprinklers gushing water and, to my shock, a golf course. EGAT is running a full on tourist destination.
This struck a chord with me, as it correlated with a thought I’ve been having about the modernizing of Isaan; The government is attempting to glorify development in order to attract Thai citizens to the built environment that is becoming ever more present in this region. As an outsider, it is bizarre, as these companies impeccable image is masking the reality that with every new power plant or dam, villagers are displaced, livelihoods are lost and the environment is all too often degraded. While many of these consequences are inevitable with development, it feels to me like Thailand is trying to hide this reality from its citizens. While every tourist we encountered at the dam had a beaming smile, I can’t help but think back to the villagers who have had to start anew. While they are still living in the ‘Land of Smiles’, in discussing the dam, their faces are grim.
The symbolism of scenery in Isaan extends past the context of agriculture. The landscape is also representative of a facade controversial industrialization.
The Photo Phenomenon, Ellen Swain
We all have that friend who insists on taking photos of everything. Well, during my semester studying abroad in Khon Kaen, Thailand, I feel like I am surrounded a lot of those friends. At almost every event I have attended, I have seen Thai people taking photos of something. This is probably the same as in the United States, but happens more frequently here. Most commonly, the pictures are of food, and I have noticed that it is mostly young people of “Generation Y” that are the photographers. The older generation is apparently pickier in their photo topics. The frequency of photo taking is fascinating and it is all I noticed for the first few weeks of this semester—smart phones, everywhere, taking pictures of everything you can imagine. So just what is it that motivates so many Thai people to take such an abundance of pictures? I won’t lie; I have no idea, but I have theories.
My first theory is that Thai people want to capture their fun activities for future reminiscences. Working all day in the heat is exhausting, and after a long day it’s nice to do something fun with friends and family. And in this modern era, who doesn’t take pictures at fun events?! It’s a great way to document memories and preserve times of laughter. Younger generations seem to share most of these pictures with others through social media. After becoming Facebook “friends” with many Thai people, I have noticed that majority of my newsfeed consists of statuses and pictures in the Thai language. Speaking with my Thai roommate helped me get to the bottom of this notable habit and form my second theory: Thai people want to “show off” to their friends, proving they lead a fun and exciting life. This is not hard to believe, as many of us want a desirable life, and pictures are wonderful proof of that.
My third theory comes from selfies. A “selfie,” in which the photographer is also the subject of the photo, is one of the best ways to upload an intimate, attractive photo of oneself. With social media increasingly present in our daily lives, it is of the utmost importance to create a profile that will represent you in a flattering light. Unfortunately, many people actually judge your character by your social media profile, so it only makes sense to upload the most striking photos of yourself. And who knows your angles better than yourself? A few weeks ago, while innocently waiting for my food at a cafe, I noticed a girl sitting at a nearby table shamelessly taking numerous selfies. She would snap a photo of herself, review her work, and reposition for a new picture. She continued for almost ten minutes. This is very different from American culture where it can be almost embarrassing to snap pictures of yourself, as it seems to imply that you have no one else to take a photo of you.
The popular stereotype of Asians taking many pictures unfortunately has been reinforced during my time in Thailand. However, I thoroughly appreciate the shamelessness these Thai show in their photo taking. Those that like photos embrace it, which is something I can respect. Since it is such an interesting habit, I knew it would be best to try to understand the reasons behind it, hence, my three theories. I can only hope that these theories help other farang (foreigners) understand this fascinating custom found amongst the Thai. And who knows? Maybe there’s an article out there about how Americans don’t take enough pictures.
Taking the time to capture an image of what may be perceived as a typical activity is not uncommon. In fact, it is a representation of the strong social media culture.
Khon Kaen Food Stalls, Katrina Harrington
As a Khon Kaen University study abroad student, I have become enamored with the food stalls here. The food culture here is completely different than that of the United States, which isn’t shocking by any means, but nonetheless it is quite enthralling. From the information I have gathered while I have been living here, no one really cooks or has a full kitchen. It is cheaper here to grab some food from a stall then buy all the ingredients and make a dish at home, which is shocking for me! Whereas in the United States it would not be financially feasible for me to eat out every meal.
These food stalls are also a little mysterious; they are not open consistently on the same days or times. Every once in a while I have a day where I go to get food and they are closed for more than one of my meals; I feel pretty defeated on those days! They are also more consistently open later at night, as Thai students enjoy very late meals, and meals to supplement their alcohol after a night out (which I suppose also happens in the U.S). Hey, that would be great if more food options were open later in the U.S for those party animals. The food in the food stalls is variable: some have great vegetables and condiments laid out in front to see, although some others look a little bit scary with old, salted meat sitting there for who knows how long. From my experience, I have had more good food than bad from food stalls, and they are a whole lot faster than a sit-down restaurant. But it’s always a bummer when you order something that is over salted or under cooked, or just plain awful.
Luckily the awful meals are fewer and far between, but the desert stalls… there you can’t seem to go wrong! I have been pleasantly surprised by the sweets here—they are awesome. In Khon Kaen there are many stalls and stands that have an array of options and toppings for your dessert or ice cream. Right by our classes there is a donut, crepe, and pastry stand! They are all so delicious and extremely deadly if you are trying to watch your weight! I try and limit myself to one dessert a week, but lets be honest, that doesn’t happen! Food stalls are a necessity here and way of life, and without them we would all just go hungry! I definitely miss making my own meals at home, but I know for sure I will miss the convenience and variety of food stalls here in Khon Kaen.
11pm and I can get my hands on a customized crepe!
Eating Meat Necklaces at Bus Stops, Sophie Westover
As an American in Thailand you see and taste many strange unusual foods. From roasted cockroaches to unidentifiable fruits, there are many edible treats I had no idea existed before. It’s not that these foods are gross or weird; it is just that they are different. I am sure that a Thai in America would look at some of the foods we eat and think the same thing. A Thai person might look at pickles for instance, or moldy cheese and wonder why in the world anyone would ever put that in his mouth.
I understand that food preferences vary globally, and so I have been open to trying new dishes. One particularly daring day at a bus stop in central Thailand some friends and I decided to go on what we called a “culinary adventure.”We were starved, and had a six-hour bus ride ahead of us but didn’t know when the bus would come so had to get something fast, and since we were all running out of money, cheap. The typical food stalls serving Pad Thai, drunken noodles, and stir-fry were out of the question because you never know how long the cooking of the food will actually take. We surveyed the area and narrowed down our options. Two small food stands remained. One was serving artificially colored meat on sticks, which we ruled out immediately. The other, run by a young man looked more promising.
Dark looking balls of meat were strung together on a long string like Christmas lights over his stall. The only way I can describe how it looked was like a long necklace with large beads. We hesitated for a moment, but our tummies were grumbling. Together the four of us, two of which are vegetarians, decided, “When in Thailand, do as Thais do” and made the decision to go ahead and try these mysterious meat necklaces.
We asked for 20 baht worth (about 70 cents) and got about 10 of these round pieces of meat. The man selling them smiled as he handed us a plastic bag containing a quarter head of raw cabbage, pickled ginger, and cilantro. Curiously, we all sat down and inspected what we had just bought. The meatballs were about and inch in diameter and looked similar to a sausage. We could tell they would be spicy because of the flecks of red pepper we could see were ground into the meat.
We assumed that the cabbage, cilantro, and ginger were supposed to be eaten with the meat so we each carefully assembled our bites. Leaves of cabbage, then the ginger and cilantro and finally the meatballs. We looked at one another nervously, not knowing what we were about to experience. “One, two, three” we said and unison and took a bite.
Surprisingly they were pretty good. Especially with the ginger and cilantro. They just tasted like sausages. We came to the conclusion that they were ground pork sausages with red pepper and rice. Not bad at all. We each had 2 more.
These meatballs are one of the many Thai treats that you may be initially hesitant to try but pleasantly surprised upon doing so!
Not Your Average Daytime Soaps, Sarah Kaufman
One of Thais’ favorite activities is watching soap operas. These dramas, or lahkon, are on the popular television stations at night, unlike the American equivalent, which are on during the afternoon. While I am not an American soap opera expert, it seems that the style of lahkon varies from American soap operas. Thai soaps are one and a half to two hours. Most episodes contain a full story, as opposed to the cliffhangers present in American soaps. I have, however, seen some Thai soap series that do not have a full story for each episode.
The episodes that contain a full story all follow a similar pattern—there is a good guy and a good girl, and the two are in love or fall in love. There is a bad girl who tries to steal the good guy. There are other common themes or characters that I have notices in the episodes that I have watched—comic relief complete with bizarre sound effects, gunfights or knife fights, man-on-man combat, hostage situations, manhandling of women, women being mean to each other, rich families, supernatural beings (ghosts, zombies, vampires, etc.), and complicated romantic relationships. I am not sure what all of these themes say about Thai society, but any or all of these appear in almost every episode that I have seen.
Since most of the lahkon are like television movies, they feature very long introductions. Instead of a simple theme song and opening credits, each show has a five-minute long theme song, complete with opening credits, and a visual summary of essentially the whole show. It is very similar for the end of each show; the same 5-minute theme song plays while a different visual summary of the whole show appears on screen. A list of at least thirty sponsors scrolls across the bottom of the screen while all of this happens.
One of my favorite shows was played every night at my last homestay. The overall idea was people living in a jungle and a good group of people fighting a bad group of people. This show had it all—hostage situations, bad humor, attractive women firing guns alongside attractive men firing guns, zombies, vampires, ghosts, a wizard who could shoot magic out of a dagger, bad wigs, men dressed as women, karate battles, and a man in a gorilla suit (who was supposed to be an actual gorilla in the show). Even though I couldn’t understand what the characters were saying, the overdramatized acting and story line help me decipher what was happening on screen. When something funny happened on screen (signified by a humorous sound effect), I laughed alongside my homestay brothers and grandmother. When a gun battle was happening between the good guys and the bad guys, we all sat and watched intently, waiting to see who would win. Especially at homestays, watching soap operas seems to be a great bonding activity that is not affected by the language barrier.
Thai soap operas involve acting that is so overly dramatic it becomes comical.
Comfort Zone Control: Tips to escape the CIEE bubble, Shelby Kaplan
One of the biggest difficulties of our Thailand experience is fully immersing in the culture. It becomes all too easy to get attached to the group since we spent a significant amount of time working together—whether it is during Thai class, unit facilitation and homestays, or speedy snack breaks between sessions. It takes some definite planning and initiative to actually go out and meet locals. Stepping out of your comfort zone (the CIEE bubble) and introducing yourself to new people can be one of the most terrifying, yet rewarding actions you can take here. You will make more connections than you could ever imagine, but you have to make that first move and give people a chance. Even if you feel insecure about speaking Thai or small cultural misunderstandings, people will probably still appreciate that you are trying and are typically interested in getting to know you since you are clearly farang (foreigner).
A first step to branching out is making yourself approachable. It is great that the CIEE group becomes so close throughout the semester and quickly provides a safe space, but consistently going into public spaces with a large crowd of Americans is hard to manage. It might drive you nuts because we spend the majority of our time together, and could scare locals from trying to meet you. Try grabbing one to two friends, or maybe a Thai roommate or a Thai peer tutor, to go out with. Exploring the city in small numbers, especially in small numbers of Americans, creates a less stressful environment. If you go in small numbers with other CIEE students, Thais are more likely to approach you and you may feel more freedom to approach them. Also, if you take the time to get to know your Thai roommate and Thai peer tutor they are typically pretty keen and excited to introduce you to their friends.
Once you have made yourself approachable by escaping the constant confinement of the American group, the next step is to continue dialogue and make plans with the new people you have met. Exchange phone numbers and Facebook names whenever you meet someone new and interesting. Meet up with said new people for a drink, lunch date, or excursion. Do not be afraid to choose a relaxing day with your roommate over a small CIEE trip to a tourist trap, or a night on the town with a few new Thai friends (who may not speak much English) over one with the student group. These times might be overwhelming and different, but very much rewarding as you will develop new friendships, improve your Thai, and really start to feel like you belong.
One of the best ways to truly grasp the essence of an atmosphere is by venturing outside the classroom and interacting with those most familiar with the culture: locals!
Thai Roommate Bonding, Allie Quintano
One of my favorite parts about the program here is that we are paired with a Thai roommate. The Thai roommates are Khon Kaen University students, and we are matched with them according to a questionnaire we fill out prior to arriving. The questionnaire addresses our interests, hobbies and the level of English we would be comfortable with our roommate knowing. Many of the roommates have been working with CIEE for a while and have had American roommates in past semesters. Because we all live in the same apartment building, I have found a sense of community among all of the Thai and American roommates. Often, American and Thai roommates will be hanging out in the lobby of the apartments doing homework, just talking, and probably on Facebook. Everyone is very friendly and welcoming.
Many of the highlights of my memories so far have been experiences I shared with my roommate, Pailin. The first day I met Pailin, she took me on her motorcycle to the store to purchase any items I needed. That night, she took me to the university night market to eat dinner. I think back to our first day together fondly, because it created the foundation for how we still communicate and interact with each other.
Since then, I have gotten to spend much more time with her and her boyfriend, both them sharing experiences with me and me with them. One night, we three went to a local coffee and dessert shop nearby. We sat at a small table outside and I noticed a box on the empty table next to us. I quickly found out this box contained “Connect Four”, the game where two people compete by trying to be the first to get four of their own colored pieces in a row. We spent the rest of our time taking turns playing and shared a big bowl of some kind of medley of all things scrumptious, along with a piece of toast covered in deliciousness. Occasionally two of us would team up to play against the other, and we would all laugh together when someone made a mistake. I was so happy just to be in Thailand at that moment enjoying this game and dessert with two very special people!
While I greatly value what I am learning through the unique academic experiences here in this program, the times spent bonding with my roommate are invaluable. These moments are what really make this whole experience here in Thailand feel real to me.
Time spent with my roommate has led to many unforgettable experiences and opportunities to share our Thai and American cultures.
Bat Cave, Emma Arnold
On homestays, oftentimes we are at the whim of our families.
The language barrier is real here. In – community in – province, my lovely host family tried to explain things to me several times before I inevitably nodded and pretended to understand. In the rare occasions when I did understand what they said, I just nodded more vigorously.
Hence, on my last homestay I found myself in the back of a pickup truck, flying down a road surrounded fields of rice, with absolutely no idea where we were going. A couple minutes earlier, myself along with five other students and our host sister had climbed into the back of the truck. After a long day, I was exhausted and quite hungry.
After about a 20 minute ride, we pulled up to a large food market on the side of the road. I was thrilled. In Thailand, big open air market places have some of the most delicious food in the world. Not only do they have practically every type of meat on a stick, but they are also a cornucopia of fresh fruit, smoothies, curries and noodles, and all sorts of sweets. But as I stood to hop out of the truck, my host mother waved her hand at me, telling me to sit.
She ran off, and a couple of minutes later returned with several bags of food. She retreated into the cabin of the truck, leaving us in the back, and we were off again.
When we stopped next, we had arrived at our final destination. The truck pulled into a field at the base of some tremendous rock bluffs, and we hopped out. “Tha kang caow” my host father said pointing, “bat cave”. As my gaze followed his finger, I craned my head backwards until I was looking straight at the largest rock face. There, set in the middle of the rock, hundreds of feet above the ground, was a gaping cave. It looked like a gash in the rock face, narrow with pointed edges.
Our host father motioned for us to follow him, and led us back to the field by the truck. “Giin kaow”, he said, “eat!”. Our host mother had set up a picnic in the field. On top of bamboo mats, a feast was laid out. Elated, we all sat in a circle and ate until we were well beyond full.
Just when I figured our evening was over- ride through the fields, seeing a bat cave, and a delicious picnic dinner- I was surprised yet again. As we were sitting, our host mother suddenly pointed to the sky. I looked up and was met with the most spectacular sight.
At first, I thought a large swarm of bugs was flying overhead. But as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that the moving black mass was not bugs; it was bats. They streamed across the sky by the thousands, in unison forming a single stream. This stream of bats curved across the sky, slowly stretching from the mouth of the cave across to the edge of the horizon.
We stood and watched for at least 15 minutes, until the stream of bats slowed then ceased. Then we took a minute more and just stared at the empty sky. And then, we hopped back into the bed of the pickup truck, and zoomed across the rice fields in the dark.
Equality in Thailand, Maren Meyers
Very soon after I arrived here in Khon Kaen it became apparent that sexuality plays a very different role in Thai society than in American. Granted, my observations are limited by the short two-month time period we’ve been here and by my status as a foreign outsider, but several first-hand experiences have lead me to believe that people who label themselves outside the heterosexual gender identity are not perceived as abnormal by any means—a phenomenon LGBT community members fight futilely to achieve in other countries.
Within Thailand, one can find many different gender roles, identities, and diverse visual markers of masculinity and femininity, but the first and most obvious example to a foreigner is “Kathoey,” known more commonly as ladyboys. Simplistically put, a ladyboy is a male who dresses and carries out the identity of a woman. In the United States, many would say transgender, however, the term doesn’t completely define who they are.
My first real interaction with ladyboys occurred very early in the program at a popular local bar called Follow, where this third gender makes up a large portion of the staff. Here, at a place where the music is loud and people come to socialize and have a good time, ladyboys not only seem to be taken as completely normal, but almost as lionized members of the social scene; not for their unique sexuality, but for their unique beauty. The refreshing fact that a staff so ladyboy-concentrated attracts the same kind of crowd as any other bar speaks to the acceptance of all genders by all genders.
My second and more insightful interaction with a ladyboy occurred in a small farming community called Baw Kaew—a small protest village in Chaiyaphum Province. I had the privilege of staying the night with a family of four: the mother, P’Rat, and her children comprised of one daughter, one son, and one ladyboy. One would never have guessed she was physiologically a male if it were not for an older neighbor in the tightly knit community who commented on her beauty and brought up the subject unprompted. The nature of the talk wasn’t accusatory or mocking in any way, as I’ve experienced the elderly American generation to be towards the LGBT community in the US. Rather, he simply pointed out a fact we didn’t already know. He was completely okay with who she is and wholly comfortable speaking about it openly, candidly and positively. In my experience back home, discussions surrounding such topics are all too often uncomfortably muttered within families and communities. The acceptance of this pervading demographic of Thai citizens seems to be accepted equally in the city and rural country, whereas in the US many people seek out cities in order find happiness and acceptance among the more socially liberal.
Before coming to Thailand, I did not realize that the country is becoming well known on a global scale for its beautiful ladyboy population and, by extension, it’s reputation positive self-identity and willingness to bend social norms. While my experiences don’t qualify me to speak towards equality on a legal or political level by any means, I feel confident in saying many social communities around the world would benefit by taking a page from Thailand’s book.
Sara Diaz and I with Fa, the younger sister of our family in Baw Kaew village.
Thai Casual, Sara Diaz
One of the things that I knew I really wanted out of a study abroad experience was to be somewhere completely different than where I was from. If you are considering studying abroad in Thailand, you probably have a similar goal. After about the first day in Khon Kaen, I could tell that I would not be disappointed when it came to this matter. After about the second day, I could tell that my expectations would be surpassed.
While the whole “people are people everywhere” mantra is valuable and true, some of what is perfectly commonplace here in Thailand would be pretty high up on the weirdness scale most likely anywhere in America. Certain things that happen here don’t even cause passers by to bat an eyelash (and after two months here, neither do I), yet they may merit a 911 call in the States. There are also things that would only elicit a great deal of slack-jawed disbelieving stares. Regardless, the following is a non-comprehensive list of things that I happen to encounter on a semi-daily basis in Thailand that would basically never happen in America.
Let’s start with the general topic of food. First of all, Thai food is incredible. So cheap, so delicious: a winning combination. However, there are some quarks. First of all, street food is huge here. Street food is common in many places in America, but not like this. Fried bugs are a big thing, and not just for the novelty of eating fried bugs. A worm and cricket combo platter is the drunchie (drunk munchie) equivalent of fries and McNuggets. When purchasing these, you have two main options. The first method is to pick these up from a traditional roadside vendor who will fry them up by the bucketload in a wok. Alternatively, you can grab some grubs from one of the many mobile vendors who drive around on a motorcycle with a pimped out, neon-lighted sidecar blasting strange music-like noises. I am not ashamed to say that I partook once or twice, but as soon as it stopped being funny, I could no longer justify it. To be honest, however, the bugs aren’t even my main food-related concern—the copious amounts of exposed meat, both cooked and uncooked, is. I would by no stretch consider myself to be overly concerned with hygiene. I’m probably not even adequately concerned with hygiene. When I’m browsing for food in the 100-degree heat, however, and I happen upon a chunk of uncooked meat on a hook, I have a hard time turning off my American incredulity.
Our next topic will be poorly titled “transportation.” Motorcycles, or “motorcyces” in Thai (which are really just vespas), are the most commonly used modes of transportation around Khon Kaen. Usually, you will see one or two people to a motorcye, which would not be such a strange sight in America. I would say that at least two or three times a day I see three or four people squished onto one seat. So far my most impressive sighting is six people to a motorcye. Having been one passenger of three passengers packed onto one of these seats, I can honestly say that I have no idea how any more butts can possibly fit, yet again and again I see the ingenious peoples of Thailand find a way. Similarly, the song taews (open-air mini-bus; essentially a pickup truck with a metal structure over the backcreating two rows of seats, bars to hold onto, and steps off the back) are always overflowing with people. I saw this quite literally. During crowded hours, they often give off the impression of bursting with human beings. People hang off of the back steps just inches from the passing road beneath them, and the only thing keeping them from death is the grip of their sweaty hand. The most striking part about this is that this is public transportation, often provided by the university. My university in America didn’t even let us access our second story balconies in our dorms.
I will close with my favorite example of the topic at hand—fire. This manifests itself in two main ways. Firstly, everyone burns their trash. Everyone. Everywhere. Whether you are in Khon Kaen city or in a rural village, the smell of burning rubbish is a constant comfort. The second and perhaps most illustrative example of this entire subject is the casual roadside fire. Driving along a highway, you will see fires of considerable size, and they will be, literally, right next to the road. You will probably press your hands and face up against the window and gasp audibly the first few times you see this, only to eventually realize that none of the Thai people you are with seem to even notice. I’ve even witnessed a man drinking a beer on a pile of brush about 20 feet away from the flames. The best explanation I’ve heard for any and all of these occurrences is, “it’s just the way it is.” Roll with it.
Included for your information is a list of other oddities:
· Dogs everywhere
· Cats everywhere
· No sidewalks
· Unless you specify otherwise, almost every drink comes with about a cup of condensed milk
· Vendors running to the place next door for change
· Hours of operation are not really a thing. Sometimes they’re there, sometimes they’re not.
Fried worms on your walk back from the bars is a must-try for every adventurous traveler.