To Chaing Mai

So school is over and I plan to travel for the next two months.  My first stop is Chaing Mai.  This is the second largest city in Thailand and I remember when I was here in 2006 I love it.  This is the town I asked to be placed in, but was told “you don’t want to live there”.  By car, Chaing Mai is probably 3 hours from Sam Ngao, but by bus, longer.

So, my instructions for travel were to come to the school at 7:30 and get on a bus.  A certain student would meet me there to tell me which bus to get on.  Then that bus would take me to Baa tan cuen which is the bust stop on the side of the highway.  I then had to walk past the police box and find the lady that sells bus tickets.  Then get on the bus to Chaing Mai.  Well, that sounds like a solid plan.  What could go wrong?

I showed up at school at 7:30 towing a suitcase and answered “Teacher, where you go?” about 15 times.  The student showed up and pointed to a bus.  She walked over to it with me and said something to the driver.  15 minutes later, the bus took off with me and a monk.  It drove so slow I could have walked faster, but considering I had a suitcase and no real time agenda, who cares?  It drove through both villages and picked up a few people along the way.  It dropped me off at Baa tan cuen.  I looked up and directly in front of me was a lady sitting at a tiny table (on the side of the highway).  I said “bus to Chaing Mai?”.  She made a phone call, told me 9:30 and I paid her.  At 9:25 she said “Chaing Mai” and motioned me and two other people to stand near the median.  A minute later she grabbed my suitcase, said “Chaing Mai”, and took my suitcase 20 feet down the median.  We followed her.  The bus came at 9:30 and took me to Chaing Mai.  I can’t imagine any of that going smoothly in the US.

Tonight I met Rob who lives in Chaing Mai and Annaliese for dinner.  They were both in my TESOL class.  Some of Rob’s coworkers joined us.  I had pizza and it tasted like pizza and it was wonderful.  Another teacher, Adi, and her mother joined us later.  Let vacation begin!

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They named a motorbike after me
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Waiting in the median for a bus
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Baa tan cuen
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Ticket sales center (table)
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My cute hotel in Chaing Mai
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Itty Bitty Hotel pool

Spiritual Stuff

As I’m adjusting to life in Thailand, changes in how I see the world and myself in it are happening.  These changes started long before Thailand.  These are results of many many years of hard work and investigation into what is real.  So the rest of this blog is going to be about things that are spiritual in nature and difficult to explain because they can only be experienced.  So, if this is not your cup of tea, this blog post is not for you.

I’ve been talking about foggy brain since I got to Thailand.  After a session with my teacher and a friend confirming what I was suspecting, I don’t think it’s just too much sugar or too much rice although those things might contribute.  I think things are rewiring in my brain.  I’ve spent my whole life thinking the world worked a certain way and that things I was taught were true, things we were all taught were true.  My childhood helped me create an ego, a story of how life is and I believed it completely.  I’ve spent a long time digging into those stories and finding how believing the world is unsafe makes it unsafe and it’s a story not a truth.  Finding that I’m my own biggest judge and the judgments are not true, but I believed that’s who I was.  But, if I’m not who I thought I was, if I’m not my ego story, who am I?  Sorry to tell you, I don’t have that answer quite yet.  I have glimpses of it, but it’s still presenting itself and the ego is still trying to put it in terms it understands and make it fit in the old story.  But, it appears to me that a lot of the foggy brain is my ego dissolving.  Up to now, I had just been able to expose the lies and discover the truth.  I became healthier and changed my posture and continue to see life with very little judgement, but some of my identity remained with my story. Now enough of my story has been proven wrong and the rest is just dissolving without me having to work through it.  My brain doesn’t know what to do without the story so it just goes blank and fuzzy.  In a place that is so foreign, where I’m lost and alone, the ego is having trouble finding familiar things to hold on to and it’s grip on my identity was already severely undermined with all the years of investigation.

I had someone make the comment that how can I have gone through this much work and graduated from Awakening to Presence class and still be suffering so much.  I immediately was confused by the question.  I don’t feel like I’m suffering.  So, I thought maybe others reading my blog don’t see the fine differentiation that seems to not be there, but in reality is giant.  Most of what I’m experiencing is challenging and entertaining, but not suffering.  It’s not suffering because I chose this and because I’m not believing it should be another way.  The travel from the US to Thailand were suffering, I’ll give you that.  The challenges here have brought up feelings of wanting to go home, being overwhelmed and other stresses.  Most of that is culture shock and I know that so I’m just holding on waiting for it to work it’s way through.  Just because I’ve done all this spiritual work doesn’t make me immune to culture shock any more than it makes me immune to feeling horrible when I’m sick.  I think maybe I haven’t portrayed that well in my blogs.  I don’t think awakening means bliss, peacefulness and lack of discomfort for the rest of your life.  Sorry to those of you who are seeking that. That is why I signed up for Awakening to Presence class 9 years ago.  And when I finally fully got it that it was impossible, I was crushed.   I also think that spiritual leaders that are portraying their lives as without challenge are not telling you the whole story.  Then again, if I had gotten that in the beginning, I might not have signed up.  But on this side I understand fully that Truth is what I want, not perfect happy all the time.

I have written this blog and many others several times.  Half way through my thoughts no longer can be put in words and gibberish comes out of the keyboard as I realize that this is so hard to explain because it has to be experienced.  So, I ask in the future that if you read a blog and think I’m suffering or “poor Rraine”, ask yourself if that is your story.  Can you see it from a different angle, one with humor and lack of the thought it should be different.  Discomfort, pain, exhaustion, crying and other feelings still exist, but if I don’t judge them as “it shouldn’t be” they are just feelings that come and go.  If I judge them, it isn’t for long before I realize I’m doing it and then I can let the judgement go.  I will try to paint this side of the picture more clearly.

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Better

Well, last night I didn’t watch Game of Thrones.  After posting my blog I just felt so miserable that I looked up symptoms of Dengue Fever and Malaria.  I don’t think I have either one of those.  If it is Dengue, it’ll pass in a few more days.  I am not sure if I had a fever or it was just hot.  I had the achy joints and giant headache, but it didn’t mention anything about cold symptoms.  I did debate a trip to the hospital.  I decided that if I still felt this bad in the morning or if it got worse in the night, I’d make the hospital call.  I had the thought that in other things in life if we resist what is, we just make the issue worse or at least believe it’s worse.  I’m hoping I will feel better in the morning or trying to figure out what I did wrong to get to this point.  As I’m doing that, I’m rejecting how horrible I feel now.  Am I prolonging being sick by wishing it away?  On some small level am I contracting muscles, restricting blood flow and further stressing the immune system?  So I laid there and tried to just be miserable with no thought that I shouldn’t be.  I just sweat and whimpered until at some point it cooled down enough to sleep.  I slept until 8:30am which I think is a record here.  I stayed in bed until 9:30 with very little thought.  I feel much better, not great, but better.  I stayed home until it got too hot and now I’m sitting at the air conditioned coffee shop.  Pat’s husband came in earlier with a bunch of other Dam employees.  He bought me cheesecake even though I said I didn’t want one.  It was fairly close to cheescake, just not as dense or rich.  I’m trying to book hotels for my upcoming travels, but mostly just watching the wind blow the plants outside.  I’m glad I didn’t plan to start traveling today.  Now I have the day to sit still and take it slow.

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Tokay

Today I still felt sick.  I tried to pack for the two months off.  Noi came and got me for lunch which was nice.  It’s too hot to be in my house and too hot to be outside.  The restaurant offered no relief – it was hot.  After lunch I finished packing and went to the coffee shop.  I met with Laura one more time before she takes off on sabbatical.   I stayed at the coffee shop until it closed because it’s the only place with air conditioning.  After I came home, I tried to do more of my turbotax when I looked up and saw a large head and eyeball looking down at me.  That is either the biggest gecko I’ve ever seen or a snake.  It’s head was about 2″ long and I couldn’t see a body. I’m not ok with either one hanging out in my kitchen above my head.  I called my next door neighbor over since it was sitting on top of the wall between our houses.  He couldn’t see it from his side so he came over.  “I’ve seen it before, maybe gecko, not dangerous”.  That was it.  It just stared down at me most of the rest of the night and then disappeared.  So, not much useful got done the rest of the night.  I didn’t feel like cooking, it’s hot so how do I sleep, and I tried to do stuff on the internet, but was quite preoccupied with the gecko on my wall.  So, the question of the day to ponder is why is this ok for other people and no big deal and why do I want it to be different.  How can I be one with everything if I can’t be one with this mystery housemate?  I think once I’m no longer sick, it will be better.

Today I woke up at some 0 dark 30 to the monks broadcasting the good word of the day or whatever that is that sometimes happens at way too early in the morning.  It was still dark out.  I feel like death.  I’m so sick and it’s hot.  I don’t care too much about the gecko anymore.  I just am ready to not be sick.  I get it, when I get sick, I ate too much sugar and need downtime.

I only had one class to teach today so I mostly sat at school with my computer open looking like I was doing something, but just zoning out.  I showed Pat a picture of the head and eyeball on the top of my wall and asked what it was.  She said it was a main power switch.  Then I said what about the thing sitting on the power switch.  She got all grossed out and passed my phone to one of the students.  Then within seconds there was thirty 14 year olds squeeling “tokay, tokay” while passing my phone around.  So, by unanimous squeeling vote, it’s a tokay, which is a large gecko.  Even though she was absolutely horrified by it, she told me that it’s normal and they aren’t dangerous.  If they chased it out, another would just come in.  So, the tokay stays.  He better start eating way more bugs.  If he eats the rat, I’ll give him a name.

By the end of the day my head feels like it might explode.  I have to do taxes and book hotels for my trip, finish packing and eat the food I have before it goes bad.  Instead, I decided to lock myself in the pretend safety of my bug netted bed.  The fan is in no way mistakable for cool, but better than no fan.  I’m going to watch Game of Thrones because I downloaded it on my computer and then try to sleep.  I think that is the perfect plan.  Now you all go look up tokay on google and sleep tight!

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Low Key Day

Today I slept in until 8:00am. I would have slept later, but, the roosters won. Still sick, but I did some work for my old engineering company while sitting in the air conditioned coffee shop. Also did some laundry. My new friends Ging and Tip asked me to go to dinner. Even though I felt bad, I think I got the cold from Ging’s daughter so I figured I couldn’t infect them more. And sitting in my hot house by my self sounds less fun. We went to the sunflower garden, but the sunflowers were all gone. Still, the farm had strawberries and a bunch of other interesting things so we wandered around for awhile and then drove up to the dam for a picnic dinner.  The video was from the other night when I watched frozen – forgot to post it.

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Tip and Ging

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Tip and her son, Dam

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Trying to do a selfie

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crepe layer cake

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21 Hour Field Trip

Friday each grade had a different field trip.  I was told to be at the school at 1:30am as I was going on the M3 field trip.  What?  Sure enough, 1:30 am and most of the class and a bunch of teachers were there.  We loaded onto two buses and headed to near Suphan Buri.  I tried to sleep on the bus, but these are not the greatest buses in the world and the roads were horrible.  It was quite difficult to sleep while being tossed around with every bump in the road.  I had no idea where we were going.  Pat isn’t real good at filling me in on stuff.  We stopped for breakfast at a rest stop around 8:00am.  They have a lot of rest stops here, kind of like in America except with a much more elaborate food situation.  Then back on the road.  At some point we passed a zoo and I was excited because I liked the idea of a zoo.  Nope.  We drove a little farther, parked and started walking away from the zoo.  Finally, someone filled me in.  We were going to an aquarium.  It was a pretty decent aquarium.  After that we went to a market that is supposed to be over 100 years old.  It was pretty neat to see.  The old shop fronts lined the streets and the awnings from the shops opened up to touch those across the street, giving it the feel of a typical Thai market, but not as temporary.  It had a lot of different things you could buy, but we’ll call it the fish, sweets and restaurant market.  I assumed after that we’d be heading back to the school since it was such a long drive, but since no one had filled me in, I had no idea.  The next stop was a buffalo park and history museum.  They had old houses and equipment they use to use with the buffalo for farming.  They also had close to 30 buffalo and a buffalo show.  Then we headed home.  The heat had taken it’s toll and I’ve caught a cold.  Add that combo to the fact that I got up at 1:00am and I was hurting.  We stopped at another rest stop for dinner and I found some coconut juice which I think made the difference between just feeling sick and having heat exhaustion.  I love the coconut.  We got back to the school around 10:30pm.  Wow.  Hard core field trippin.

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The 4 food groups?  Dairy, Sugar, Fruit and Sugar?

Pictures

Here are the pictures from yesterday’s blog and some videos.  It seems they didn’t upload yesterday.

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Overseeing me doing laundry

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Counting votes for something

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More laundromat chickens

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This one wants food

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XploreAsia sent me this for doing a write up of my town

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Like a grapefruit, but not sour?  Wonderful

The Lice Massacre

I tried the idea of using my flat iron to burn the lice to death.  I actually felt better yesterday and today so I think it helped, at least until I could get the medicated shampoo.  Today Pat brought lice shampoo to my house and put it on my head.  I was instructed to leave it on for 4 hours.  Really?  4 hours? Well, I want these critters gone, so I sat around the house in my shower cap for 4 hours.  I have to retreat again tomorrow and then in 9 days.

Yesterday near the end of the day I heard someone on the loud speaker and a lot of cheering.  Then I heard the same few words over and over.  I went outside to see what was going on.  About half the school was in a court yard and a teacher was reading out votes out of a big lock box.  Students were tracking the tally on a large piece of paper.  I assumed it was student council election, but I was told election was for government, this was selection for next year’s leadership.  I think it’s somewhat the same thing as student elections except I think a group is chosen instead of a few people.  I got that it was about 20 students, but I never quite got what they do once selected.

Today was Congratulations Day.  I knew I wouldn’t have classes, but I had no idea there were no classes at all.  I arrived a morning assembly and it was all excitement, flowers, balloons, stuffed animals, pictures, and decorations.  M6 is graduating soon and M3 just had (or will have) a big national exam.  So, it was a day to celebrate these two accomplishments.  There were ceremonies, speeches, dancing, singing, a band, lunch, and lots and lots of selfies.  Each grade created a booth and decorated it.  It looked like they were all set up for taking pictures in front of.

There was one ceremony that really touched me.  They put a row of chairs up front and had most of the teachers sit, including me.  They handed us bundles of string.  We made smaller bundles of string and tied a knot in the middle.  Then students came up and sat on the floor in front of a teacher. (Students usually kneel or sit on the floor when a teacher is sitting.  If they pass in front of a sitting teacher, they bend over lower as they pass. It’s a sign of respect).  The teacher then put the string on their arm like a bracelet.  I was not quite sure what I was doing, but I just watched the other teachers and tried to figure it out.  The best I could tell is that it was a chance for the student to say thank you to the teacher and for the teacher to impart words of wisdom or wish them luck.  It was a closure type ceremony for sure.  Later in the day students would bring string up to the teachers they had not been able to get bracelets from.  At one point I watched a teacher put bracelets on three girls and the girls were crying.  Another teacher told me they were saying goodbye to their Physics teacher and calling him father.  Then I started crying.  I asked a couple other western teachers if their school did this and they said they didn’t think so.

Tonight after the lice massacre, I went to Tip’s house for dinner.  We made spaghetti carbornara.  She looked it up on youtube to figure out how to make it.  It was pretty darn close.  Her house is small and cluttered, but much nicer than a lot of houses I’ve seen.  It was clean and felt much more bug free than mine.  Her kitchen was tiny by American standards, but indoor and delightful by Thai standards.  She said I could stay there any time.  They have a guest room with AC.  I joked that I was moving in when hot season comes.  I met her husband who speaks pretty good English.  He’s a dentist and he’s into fish.  He has tons of tanks around the outside of the house with Koi fish.  He  kept saying over and over that I need to come over all the time.  If I want to got to Tak, he told me I should ask Tip and she will take me.  I had met Tip’s daughter before.  She’s 3 or 4 and not too interested in talking to me, but not shy either, just preoccupied with other things.  Then Tip’s son came home.  He’s around 8 or 9 and speaks fluent English with great pronunciation.  He kept showing me things he had made or dragons in a computer game.  After dinner, I stayed and watched Frozen.  The girls in Thailand are as in love with that movie as they are in the US.

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