Hey Hey!
I am officially am back “home” in Chiang Mai. The past three weeks have been amazing, and super intense. Wow, where to start.
First off, me and the other students have been traveling throughout Northeastern Thailand. We spent the first week or so of our field course in a region of the country refered to as “Isaan”. This part of Thailand is known for being a very dry region, which makes it a poorer region as well. We stayed in a village called “Nong Pho” which is near the Mun River. The day we arrived in the village, we immediately were swept into a dance party/celebration in honor of the village monk who had been promoted to a higher standing in the temple. It was pretty chaotic. I danced around the village temple for over an hour with my backpacking backpack on, haha! And everyone wanted to teach us Thai dances, and they would throw flour in our faces too. Well, after all the excitement, I went to my home-stay with my friend Caroline (she goes to Knox College) because we were sharing a host family for this village. In our host family we had Koon Mae, Koon Paw, and Nong Chu-an (nong means younger sibling). My host parents had quite a few more kids, but most of them were working in larger cities. Also, sometimes it’s hard to tell who is part of a Thai family, because random people just walk in and out of the house all the time, and thai people like to refer to each other as “uncle” “aunt” or other family names even if they’re not related by blood. Anyway, our younger brother Chu-an was 14 and he could speak a little bit of english. Besides that, Caroline and I used Thai the whole 5 days to communicate with them. It was fun to realize that I was using a different language to talk to and understand someone. I got pretty attached to this host family. I think I ate more sticky rice in 5 days than I had eaten my entire life though! My Koon Mae would make pounds and pounds of sticky rice each day and we would eat it at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At night, after dinner, Me, and Koon Paw, and Chu-an would sit and talk. Most of the time, they would teach me how to say things in Isaan Thai (the little Thai I speak is Central Thai) and Chu-an would ask me how to say things in English. Chu-an also would ask me about snow alot. He wanted to know if it felt cold, and how much Michigan had. He also wanted to see a picture of snow, but I told him I would mail him one because I didn’t have it. The house we lived in was set up pretty crazy too. The house stood on stilts, and there was one big main room(where we slept under mosquito nets). During the middle of the day when the heat has unbearable, everyone would go sit underneath the house where it was coolest. Caroline and I would sit underneath the house and read our homework, and next thing we knew, Koon Paw was cutting mangos down from the tree in the front yard. Anyway, we stayed in this village because it was (and still is) a village heavily affected by the Pak Mun Dam. The village of Nong Pho makes most of their living on fishing from the Mun River. When the dam was constructed, many species of fish disappeared from the river, and the income of the fisherman dropped off big time. Many families were forced to send their teenage children into bigger cities (like Chiang Mai or Bangkok) to work low-paying jobs. It was good to hear their stories and how they plan to get back on their feet. It’s funny, because we spent ALOT of time this course discussing dams in Thailand, and I realized that I don’t know that much about dams in the United States. I think something that’s great about studying here, is that it is pushing me to get more involved and more aware of what types of things are going on in my community back in the U.S. Wow, I’m sorry because this is just such a small slice of what I’ve been up to lately, but I have to get going-lot’s of errands to get down before I leave again for 3 more weeks! Hope you enjoyed reading!
lovelovelove,
Betsy