After leaving the jungles of Palian and the mountain range of my village, it was a drastic mind warp getting used to resorts, idyllic beaches with emerald water and fruity alcoholic drinks brought to your door.
We arrived first at the Amari. The most beautiful and tranquil place I have ever seen in Thailand, let alone stayed at. I felt like a movie star and we got to act like it because there was like 5 other guests.
2 days of recuperating from the go-go-go life of trying to find a way to fill the buckets in my bathroom was not enough. I felt pains of regret as I left my little air-conditioned heaven and king-size bed all for me.
A bath tub for two and a shower in SEPARATE locations, recessed lighting, cable, four pillows and free water and bathrobes. Need I say anymore.
But leave we did, because the island life was beckoning us from the shores of Trang, from PakMeng pier which is where we departed from two days ago. We headed to koh ngai, an island I had never visited in my two years here and was super excited to check out.
Good thing we arrived with daylight to spare to enjoy the sunset. The next day it rained ALL DAY! And then we left this morning. Islands are like prisons during the monsoons. That sucks. Good thing the sea scape was so breath-taking, good thing there was air-con and good thing they have the most extensive list of cocktails I have yet to see.
I was excited to perch myself INSIDE; I was excited, at least, and inspired to write. It was easy to do with the rain still coming down in buckets.....
Andaman treasures, landscapes
still forming broken off, surviving
sea hawks searching, a pair of wrens
perching,
watching,
waiting for the second of sunset
still building, grass thatched roofs
the water keeps going still further
out beyond the line of my comprehension
revealing what was underneath as I swam
out an hour ago.
Where did the fish go?
I wish i was lighter, that I blended in
more, wispy I wish I
was a song that enhanced the mood
here even more, something like Enya
not Dido.
not elevator style
not jack johnson.
I will have to get back to city living and city thinking for the moment as we head to Chiang Mai for two weeks and the possibility of yoga classes is making me smile.
Also, thanks to Julie and Eric for letting me sleep on your floor. I am such a cheap peace corps volunteer :)
Jenny
Showing posts with label Jenny. Show all posts
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Friday, May 9, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Palian- Julie's post
After the train ride into Trang, we took taxi mini van to Jenny's village of Palian. It's very remote, an hour outside of Trang, up in the mountains of this region. First, I have never seen anything more spectacular or beautiful than this area. We were in the jungles of Southeast Asia.
However, the terrain and the beauty of the surrounding areas can easily be described by pictures, but the people of her small village were much more complex and richer than the environment. I'd rather spend time speaking to the richness of the people I was fortunate enough to get to know over those few days.
First and foremost, I have never met nicer people in my life. It seemed as though the hundreds of people that lived in the village know Jenny intimately. As we rode our motor bikes through the hills daily, we'd see children roaming outside as they waved intensely and called out, "Jenn-eee, Jenn-eee!". It was beautiful.
Each night we spent with her host family eating dinner. They were her second family during her stay in the Peace Corps and hosted her during her first two weeks of her service. The family consisted of the 73-year-old Grandmother, mother, father, teenage daughter, 2-year old daughter, and 3-month old son. Their house was open to the elements. Although it had walls, many of the walls did not go all the way to the ceiling. They showered with buckets outside. There's no hot water in any part of the village. There are no telephone lines, although they recently have gotten cell phone towers, so nearly everyone has a cell phone.
Her host family's house had no doors, let alone screens. We ate on the concrete floor each night as they asked us questions while Jenny translated and vice- versa. Her host family's extended family came by nearly every night to see us, and speak with the family. Everyone in their family is within a short walking distance and the commitment they have to each other is remarkable.
What I experienced there pretty much can't be described in any words. It was extremely powerful to be among such strong people. Strong in the sense that what binds these people is not possessions, but each other, their family and community.
The first day we got there was pretty rough as the sun was beating down and the humidity felt a hundred times worse than in Bangkok. We were in the jungle after all. The rest of the days were better as the Monsoons came rolling in and dropped the teperature.
That first day we went to a local Thai mother's noodle shop outside of her house. Quite a few of the women in the village sell noodles, rice, coffee, snacks, or desserts to supplement their incomes. There was many places to choose from for breakfast and lunch each day, and we ate for $1-$3 USD each meal for the three of us. It was unreal. $0.33 for noodles or fried rice and a drink. I couldn't get over that.
The most stunning part of the entire trip to this area was getting to see this Muslim culture. It was so warm, so inviting, and we were treated like we were family. I never expected to be treated as outsiders, but just the amount of smiles we got as we rode motor bikes down the roads was incredible.
There were so many experiences we had with the local people that going through all of them would take too much time. I wish I had journaled more while I was there but I just wanted to take it all in and really relish in the culture. So, everything came out the way it was supposed to.
Here's a journal entry from Sunday 5-4
The beauty of being in a place like this is realizing how little is needed in life to live a comfortable and full life. Jenny's host family has been the epitomy of how a family unit should operate. Their devotion to one another, to Jenny, AND us is somewhat foreign to me. I've never met nicer people. They have hearts of gold and show it through their actions rather than words, much unlike the United States. Yesterday at the waterfall I got to transform my outlook on this trip. I had the realization, as I do many times in life, that finding your way in life does not always come easy. One must let go of some things in order to find that thing they're looking for. The only thing that we can change is our perspective and being with Jenny's second family made that transition easier. They made me feel so much at home. They eat on the linoleum floor, full of sugar ants. The 73-year-old grandmother, mother, father, and 3 kids. Over the course of the evening, brother-in-laws, sister-in-laws, cousins, aunts, uncles...they all came over to say hello to us and to Jenny. How receptive and curious they were of Eric's braces. No one even knew these type of devices were available to people with disabilities. They asked many questions and were so sincere.
We are so far removed from this type of interaction in the United States, even coming from a tighter-knit family than most which values the importance of familial community, especially while we were growing up. Yet here, I've realized it's still different than that. It is a deep connection to the land and to each other that distinguishes this small S.E. Asian community from America. This guise we have in "our"world of security and semblance, it's all a constructed veil hiding the essence of our being. Just behind that thinly constructed thing we call security lies the true beauty of life. It's up to us whether or not we wish to move beyond that and to see what's truly important. What matters is not things, and yet we constantly say that to ourselves. Things like, "Possessions aren't important in life." Yet, we tend to say that a lot, but when do we really truly mean it? We know it's the right thing to say but who could really live without walls in their house, or ants on the floors, and mosquitoes flying and beetles roaming? How about a bucket to wash with and only cold water, or maybe no kitchen table, no washing machine, and no telephone? Could you kill your cattle for food, and harvest rubber from the rubber trees as your job?
All these necessities we live with in the western world seem to be just conveniences that distract us and keep us occupied just long enough to keep us sedate. Keep buying more, keep reaching, keep striving for something you don't have. Look for that job security because it's the only thing that can give you peace of mind. All of these things we seem to look for, or that hold importance in our minds...really they're all just this huge facade.
Changing your perspective means the real work would have to be done. The soul work required to find your individual purpose in life. Because really, is your job your purpose in life? Truly, is it your purpose? I found that in Jenny's village, no one looked at their job (mostly rubber farmers) as their purpose. No one's job was their purpose, as they didn't like or dislike their job- it was just something they did to make a living. I found that they grabbed onto the true meaning of life much more easily than most of the world, because the distractions of the modern world weren't there.
However, the terrain and the beauty of the surrounding areas can easily be described by pictures, but the people of her small village were much more complex and richer than the environment. I'd rather spend time speaking to the richness of the people I was fortunate enough to get to know over those few days.
First and foremost, I have never met nicer people in my life. It seemed as though the hundreds of people that lived in the village know Jenny intimately. As we rode our motor bikes through the hills daily, we'd see children roaming outside as they waved intensely and called out, "Jenn-eee, Jenn-eee!". It was beautiful.
Each night we spent with her host family eating dinner. They were her second family during her stay in the Peace Corps and hosted her during her first two weeks of her service. The family consisted of the 73-year-old Grandmother, mother, father, teenage daughter, 2-year old daughter, and 3-month old son. Their house was open to the elements. Although it had walls, many of the walls did not go all the way to the ceiling. They showered with buckets outside. There's no hot water in any part of the village. There are no telephone lines, although they recently have gotten cell phone towers, so nearly everyone has a cell phone.
Her host family's house had no doors, let alone screens. We ate on the concrete floor each night as they asked us questions while Jenny translated and vice- versa. Her host family's extended family came by nearly every night to see us, and speak with the family. Everyone in their family is within a short walking distance and the commitment they have to each other is remarkable.
What I experienced there pretty much can't be described in any words. It was extremely powerful to be among such strong people. Strong in the sense that what binds these people is not possessions, but each other, their family and community.
The first day we got there was pretty rough as the sun was beating down and the humidity felt a hundred times worse than in Bangkok. We were in the jungle after all. The rest of the days were better as the Monsoons came rolling in and dropped the teperature.
That first day we went to a local Thai mother's noodle shop outside of her house. Quite a few of the women in the village sell noodles, rice, coffee, snacks, or desserts to supplement their incomes. There was many places to choose from for breakfast and lunch each day, and we ate for $1-$3 USD each meal for the three of us. It was unreal. $0.33 for noodles or fried rice and a drink. I couldn't get over that.
The most stunning part of the entire trip to this area was getting to see this Muslim culture. It was so warm, so inviting, and we were treated like we were family. I never expected to be treated as outsiders, but just the amount of smiles we got as we rode motor bikes down the roads was incredible.
There were so many experiences we had with the local people that going through all of them would take too much time. I wish I had journaled more while I was there but I just wanted to take it all in and really relish in the culture. So, everything came out the way it was supposed to.
Here's a journal entry from Sunday 5-4
The beauty of being in a place like this is realizing how little is needed in life to live a comfortable and full life. Jenny's host family has been the epitomy of how a family unit should operate. Their devotion to one another, to Jenny, AND us is somewhat foreign to me. I've never met nicer people. They have hearts of gold and show it through their actions rather than words, much unlike the United States. Yesterday at the waterfall I got to transform my outlook on this trip. I had the realization, as I do many times in life, that finding your way in life does not always come easy. One must let go of some things in order to find that thing they're looking for. The only thing that we can change is our perspective and being with Jenny's second family made that transition easier. They made me feel so much at home. They eat on the linoleum floor, full of sugar ants. The 73-year-old grandmother, mother, father, and 3 kids. Over the course of the evening, brother-in-laws, sister-in-laws, cousins, aunts, uncles...they all came over to say hello to us and to Jenny. How receptive and curious they were of Eric's braces. No one even knew these type of devices were available to people with disabilities. They asked many questions and were so sincere.
We are so far removed from this type of interaction in the United States, even coming from a tighter-knit family than most which values the importance of familial community, especially while we were growing up. Yet here, I've realized it's still different than that. It is a deep connection to the land and to each other that distinguishes this small S.E. Asian community from America. This guise we have in "our"world of security and semblance, it's all a constructed veil hiding the essence of our being. Just behind that thinly constructed thing we call security lies the true beauty of life. It's up to us whether or not we wish to move beyond that and to see what's truly important. What matters is not things, and yet we constantly say that to ourselves. Things like, "Possessions aren't important in life." Yet, we tend to say that a lot, but when do we really truly mean it? We know it's the right thing to say but who could really live without walls in their house, or ants on the floors, and mosquitoes flying and beetles roaming? How about a bucket to wash with and only cold water, or maybe no kitchen table, no washing machine, and no telephone? Could you kill your cattle for food, and harvest rubber from the rubber trees as your job?
All these necessities we live with in the western world seem to be just conveniences that distract us and keep us occupied just long enough to keep us sedate. Keep buying more, keep reaching, keep striving for something you don't have. Look for that job security because it's the only thing that can give you peace of mind. All of these things we seem to look for, or that hold importance in our minds...really they're all just this huge facade.
Changing your perspective means the real work would have to be done. The soul work required to find your individual purpose in life. Because really, is your job your purpose in life? Truly, is it your purpose? I found that in Jenny's village, no one looked at their job (mostly rubber farmers) as their purpose. No one's job was their purpose, as they didn't like or dislike their job- it was just something they did to make a living. I found that they grabbed onto the true meaning of life much more easily than most of the world, because the distractions of the modern world weren't there.
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