“Same Same but Different”

(Sunday, Jan 31^st, 6:04 p.m.)

(When looking at the pic above note the Monk near the end of the line)

I have to admit that it with some sadness and just a little bit of joy, to announce that this will be my last log entry. Tomorrow, I fly home to my own personal “Shangri-La” or “Torontolah” as I like to call it.

I’ve got a couple of days and credits to write about so it’s going to be a long one and for this I apologize in advance.

Not really…I just like the sound of my own voice (I know Brad, I know, I’m typing…but I am moving my lips while I type so that should count.)

Get a coffee and a plain donut before the shift starts and read on.

Where to start?

Said goodbye to the group yesterday evening and boarded Air Asia for a 1.5 hour flight (less 10 minutes).

Arrived in Bangkok and the first thing that I will comment on is the perception of enormity. Unfortunately, I don’t have my guidebook at hand right now but I can tell you it is a “Big Ass Airport”.

My guess is that you could put Pearson International in Bangkok’s food court – but I could be exaggerating…whom me?

So we get in a cab to head to the centre of Bangkok. I wanted to end the trip in style and whined about it until I got my way. This is our first key to the tip of the day:

ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS (one more time for good measure), ALWAYS insist on a metered cab no matter where you travel. This advise will become important later but for now just let me tell you that the set price is in 99.99999999999% more expensive than a metered fare.

Got the message?

Okay, so we get in a cab and the estimated meter fare to the centre of the city, about 45 minutes away is about 170 Baht around $7 bucks CDN. How they do it considering we pay a minimum of $40 CDN to get us home from Pearson.

The first thing that will strike you as you head to the city is the enormity of the Billboards along the highway. Petra, you will appreciate this most…imagine the Olympic size pool you swim in…increase the length by about 50% and take off about two lanes.

Big and Colourful.

Bangkok is without a doubt a Metropolis. A Metropolis without any real sense of the technical term “advancing green light”; as we seemed to be travelling in circles.

At first I thought the driver was trying to rip us off (which wouldn’t have been a matter considering the cost of the METERED fare).

My fears were all-for-not. Some times you have to travel down the dark alleys to get to the place you are going. This was one of those times.

Was that profound? Patti?

I can’t tell you how excited I got when we arrived at our new hotel “The Landmark”. Our room, while a little small, had two luscious single beds with one big bonus. I was actually able to crawl into mine with a “Yahhhhhoooooooo” (I didn’t really say that out loud) and quickly discovered that my feet did not hang over the foot of the bed.

The sheets soft and sweet smelling, two pillows!, well-stocked inexpensive wet bar, an average view from the 10^th floor and…. wait for it… remote control that operated a working television, lights, air conditioning….

I’ve got to settle down, I’m talking and typing way too fast and sounding way to spoiled.

…it is a cool room. Did I mention that there is a Dim Sum restaurant on my floor?

Seriously, HFH did an awesome job arranging accommodations for us but this is my own time and I am doing Bangkok “Vegas Style”.

First order of business once checked in was food.

The primary difference you will find about the people in Bangkok is that they are Culturally diverse. In Phang Nha the majority of faces, excluding the Swiss and German thong wearing tourists; were Thai Nationals.

The first thing that we noticed was that the street shops had a large representation of Indian and Saudi cultures. This was perfect for us as we had found an amazing Indian restaurant where we munch happily on Garlic Nan, Chana, Saffaron rice and a chicken dish (can’t remember the name). It was a little pricier than we were used to but we just didn’t care as curry oozed out of the corner of my mouth.

After dinner we wondered the streets through local Saudi markets. Fish tanks with jittering Prawns; large mouth fish and fruit that I have never seen before. Vendors tried to bark us in to taste there wares but with bellies full we would have none of it.

At this point I have to make an apology of indifference to the community of Patong Beach (last entry).

We didn’t have any fear as we travelled down the backstreets reminiscent of Riddley Scott’s “Blade Runner” movie. There were kiosk vendors hidden in the smallest pockets of the walls. The sequence of vendors kind of went like this.

Noodle house, Bar Girls, Booze kiosk, Bar Girls, Bar Girls, Hookers, Bar Girls, Bar Girls, Tattoo Parlor, Hookers, Hookers, “Happy Ending Massage Parlor” and a Hair Salon?

So my apology is this…you aren’t as bad as Bangkok when it comes to the flesh trade.

Brad, remember the time when you got tickets to the Scotia tent at the Grey Cup celebration? Remember the line of Cheerleaders that pom-pom us in? Well imagine the same thing but this time we are on a main street and the Cheerleaders are very hungry.

Okay, enough about “the trade”. I will wait for a conversation over cocktails in conference room “A” another time.

After a bit of wandering we were back to the room and quick to sleep.

We had a bit day of tourism ahead of us the next day which started with an iced – coffee and a butter croissant at Starbucks…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Back to the hotel and into a cab for our first stop “The Grand Palace”.

SCAM ALERT!!!!!!!

We had read about this in the tour book and were just a little embarrassed when it happened to us.

Our METERED driver dropped us off in front of the Palace where we walked to the gate in appropriate attire (shirts to elbows-pants to just above the ankles).

We were greeted by a National who seemed both official, kind a fluent in English; he then explained that the Palace was closed to foreigners until 12:30 do to a special ceremony for the Thai People…we later found out that this was total crap!

The nice man introduced us to a “Tuk Tuk” driver (a motorcycle powered Rickshaw) and for 20 B return he would take us to the golden mount where we would pay no admission fee.

We agreed…sounded reasonable…sounded fun…why not?

On the way to the Golden Mount the driver was kind and conversational; aside of time that he touched my belly and referenced the smiling Buddha. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

We pull up to the temple, wondered amongst monks chanting and Golden Buddhas and got some shots that I am proud of.

Then the fun started. We wanted to climb the Golden Mount, which is basically a revolving staircase that peaks with a temple and a pretty good view of the city.

“Oh no”, our driver said, “The Golden Mount is closed to foreigners for a special celebration”. This was getting a little odd. I disregarded his advice and proceeded to the climb and “Suuuuprise, Suuuuprise, Surprise!” As tourists we proudly walked to the top and mixed with Nationals and other tourists the alike.

Back down to the base of the temple the driver ignored our query about “Tourist Hours” and then said,”I have one more place to show you” revealing a little coupon book with ESSO labels. “If I take you to this place and look for 5 minutes, I get free gas”.

My answer…”NO – Palace”. The driver was not happy with my answer he persisted “5 Minutes to pay gas”.

My answer… “Palace” At this point he asked us to leave the Tuk Tuk and he would not be taking us back. We got out and he sped away without collecting his 20B.

I guess I should have called that section of the entry “Banged in Bangkok”.

Turns out that we were only about a 15-minute walk to our original destination. We found this out after inquiring at a nearby hostel where we stopped for a cold Chang Beer.

We walked through narrow streets with woodworking shops and got a little closer to the culture.

When we arrived at the Palace we went back to the original gate where we had been turned away. We were met by another official looking man who informed us that the Palace was closed to foreigners until 3:00 do to a “special ceremony for the Thai People.”

Like they say….”Fool me once….”

I noticed that the first advisor was standing just a few meters away. I had had enough. “My friend”, I said pointing at the first con man,” Your friend told us to come back at 12:30, let’s talk to a true official.”

Then I noticed the first guy notice me and took off across the street and disappeared in a heartbeat.

“Okay, Okay, no problem my friend.” He said waving his hands “No problem go down to the next gate”.

We did and entered the Palace after paying our 350B.

Honestly, I loved the experience. We got to see a little more of the city, got knocked down a few pegs on the tourism arrogance scale and I get to give you the second piece of advise.

Which is:

If you are going to a tourist destination, proceed with your original plan. The only things that should stop you are a man with a bayonet or a man with a shaved head and a bright orange robe.

Lesson learned.

The Palace was beautiful and worth the oddesy. Afterwards it was a short walk to the reclining Buddha – I am in awe.

Did I mention how hot it was? OH MAN!

Our next destination was to the weekend market for some photos and shopping. We quickly found out that taxi drivers are not fans of the metered ride system. The market was only 10klms away but to them, considering traffic, they may as well have been driving to Toronto.

We were denied a couple of times and then a local advised us that the best way to travel when inside of the city is by public transit. He was so right.

Bangkok has a variety of means of public transit. You can choose to travel along the river on a long boat that operates as a bus, the sky train, the subway or…the bus.

We travelled by boat and sky train and loved every minute of it.

It wasn’t long before we were at the weekend market but we were just too tired, hot and the kiosks are knit so tightly it is difficult for a “Smiling Buddha” like me to traverse. So we opted for BMK, which is both a mall like the Eaton’s Centre and a Cultural Centre.

We had been going all day and didn’t stay long deciding to return to the hotel for a shower and some Supper.

So here I sit. Still haven’t showered but will do so soon and then it’s off to eat.

I wonder if I can get a “Big Buddha” discount? Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Before I go for the last time. Just a few things.

I want to thank HFH for this amazing experience. It is without a doubt a strong cause that helps others while helping yourself.

To our hosts Tom and Anne; I have made friends for life and hope that some day I can show you how proud I am of my country.

As a side note: I would like to suggest to our team that for an investment of $300 each we could easily fund the cost of a flight for Tom and Anne. We could land them in Toronto maybe stay at a farm for a couple of days, experience the big city, take them to Niagara and perhaps explore the majesty of the Muskokas.

Let’s talk.

Regarding the Team:

Bob and Norah: your leadership got us there and you kept us motivated and for this I thank you.

John and Annie: Although I teased you about your affection for each other you should both know that you are personal heroes of mine.

Trevor (Trouble) and Deb: I can only hope that I some day find what the two of you have. Your energy and love for each other can only inspire. Trevor it was great finding my evil twin on the site.

Laura and Erin: Sure you may have been a little like the odd couple but I think despite the age difference you have discovered Sisters for life. By the way Erin, it wasn’t me corrupting you; it was quite the opposite. Laura, ah Laura, are you visualizing it? Do you know the message? By the way…I will be sending your husband Bill the pics of you slathering lotion on Kyle and Nick’s back.

Tristan and Charlotte: So nice to meet you. It was great having team members that were familiar with the territory and I hope our paths will cross again in the tropic of Thailand.

Kyle and Nick: Kyle I have to admit is was difficult not to inundate you with sage advise on a regular basis. As you are the same age as my Son it was difficult to control but you are so damn responsible, you never really gave me a chance. I know that with the loss you have experienced it has been difficult for you. Please know that we are all very proud and you can count on us – your extended family.

Nick?...Nick…Nick…Nick. You my friend have gusto unparalleled. Your enthusiasm for making new friends is both admirable and frightening. Everything you set your mind to you take head on. But please remember. I was about your weight and muscle tone when I was your age…keep eating plates of food like that…I’m just saying.

Nicole: It was a thrill seeing you covered in dirt and sweat. You kept the group engaged with your songs and sense of humour. It was truly a great experience to travel with you. I’m sure that if your Mom had the opportunity to write this section she would go on and on but I have already written too much. Enjoy Hong Kong!

And I’m getting WAY too mushy!

I hope that in the future the team will have the opportunity to meet again. I would strongly suggest that our next meeting not involve mixing concrete or laying bricks.

We can save that for another time.

Thanks for reading.

Sincerely looking forward to being back with my family and friends.

Michael J. Sheffer blogging out.

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Tip of the Day: Never Make Eye Contact with a Russian in a Patong Beach Bar”

The drive from Khao Lak to Patong Beach (on the island of Phuket ) takes about 2 hours. I will be staying here for just one night and then it is off to Bangkok for a couple of days.

The rest of the group will be staying here for a couple of days so this was our last evening with our new friends. Very sad.

Patong Beach is renowned for two things: the breath taking sunsets and the absence of any core moral values. I can tell you with absolute certainty that both attributes are true.

Since our HFH host knew that we were going to be breaking from the group they offered a private tour to watch the sunset. The experience was rather spiritual in nature.

I set up my tripod on top of a hilltop overlooking Patong Bay (I think). As the sun started to set on the horizon the crowd, consisting of locals and foreigners, started to ohm chant. I witnessed colours that I couldn’t describe but you can share from the picture above. Then in an instant the sun crested to thunderous applause.

I couldn’t help thinking that at the moment that the sun disappeared every witness, despite income bracket, colour, creed or religion shared a common experience. At the risk of sounding too dramatic; at that single moment we were all common.

We wanted to show our appreciation to our HFH hosts by taking them out to dinner at a steak house. They were apprehensive at first to accept the gesture of dinner but finally agreed.

Beef here is a rare commodity. Beef is shipped in from Australia and for about $120 Canadian we were able to thrill our hosts with a steak dinner which was truly a foreign concept.

I must admit that I have bonded with our hosts, Anne and Tom, and have made friends for life. I hope some day they will be able to come to Toronto so that I can show them the opulence, comparatively speaking, of our city.

After dinner we were taken back to our boutique hotel “The Gallery” and then I met up with a few of my team members for a night out at Patong Beach.

Oh my lord!

The best way to describe the Patong Beach district is to imagine what the ancient city of Sodom and Gomorrah; strip away all moral values add in intense heat and humidity and then hit yourself in the forehead with a ballpeen hammer.

To say that prostitution here is a problem would be an understatement.

We headed out bar hopping and stopped at various bar/malls where we paid way too much for drinks (on average about 200 Baht a beer). Visually imagine a long street packed with kiosk bars, each of the bars had stripper poles where lethargic Thai women danced and tried to lure in customers.

Everywhere you look there are aged men entertaining young Thai women. Flesh has a price here and the price is cheap.

There is no doubt in my mind that Patong is a place for the lonely.

Sad to say that I won’t be taking any photos here for fear that some tourist may get upset if I capture an image of them and their “Girlfriends”.

Nonetheless we had a blast.

But you are probably wondering about the title of this blog entry…

Well, at the last bar we went to there was this guy sitting across from me. I remarked to my friend Nicole that he was “checking me out”. Nicole thought that his attentions were being focused on her.

I guess my theory was correct when the bartender gave me a shot of some kind of alcohol supplied by the “oogler”. Poor Nicole….I mean…oh crap what did I do to deserve this.

Kyle, the youngest member of the group was offended that I had been offered the drink and made every attempt to solicit a free drink from the perv across the bar but to no avail.

Having taken the free shot from the guy across the bar I reciprocated by sending back a shot to him and a woman sitting beside him. This way I could thank him for the drink and at the same time subtly explain that I was just not that kind of guy. Then I would make a quick exit.

My plan failed. They both came over and after sitting down explained that they were husband and wife from Russia. My skin started to crawl for reasons that I will explain to you privately.

After a very brief conversation about ‘manly’ things like hockey and the summit series I motioned to my friends that it was time to leave.

This city is just too very weird for me.

We all came back to the hotel about 1 a.m. and needless to say I had a very restless night.

Experiences good or bad, this is simply the most life changing experience; outside of the birth of my Son that I have ever had.

Thanks for reading.

Hope all is well.

James Bond Slept here with the Monkeys

(10:07 a.m., Thursday, January 28^th)

Goodbye Khoa Lak and hello Phuket.

I’m currently travelling with the group in an air-conditioned van heading for Phuket. I think this will be the first time that I have been dry for the entire trip.

Yesterday was one of those days that left me jaw agape. We had a daylong R&R event that led us to places such as Phang Nga Bay, Koh, Ping-gan (James Bond Island), Koh Pan Yee and Khao Kian.

Say those destinations 10 times fast.

Our day started as we boarded two long-tail boats to head to our first destination. Long-tail boats are rectangular in shape and sit low to the water. The neat thing about these boats is that a large truck engine powers them.

Welded to the drive shaft (the “spiny” part) is a large shaft about 3 meters long where a prop is affixed. The truck engine is mounted at the back of the boat on a pin mechanism. This makes the boat very maneuverable and fast.

Quite an experience.

Ping-gan was really interesting. It is the location the James Bond movie “The Man with the Golden Gun” was filmed. I could clearly visualize the first time that I saw the movie as a kid with particular attention to a large cylindrical rock formation where James Bond’s evil superfluous nippled nemesis hid his solar collector weapon.

Back on the boat we had a quick ride to Koh Pan Yee, which is a self-sustaining floating village. The village’s primary source of income is tourism of course and you can spend hours walking down dark alley’s, sarongs and silks blowing in a gentle breeze, offensive but sweet smells of open barbeques roasting squid and other indefinable meat.

Kind of like the “Street Meat” we get in Toronto.

It was amazing flipping from attraction to attraction where to photograph was the most difficult part. The perspective of small islands dotting out of the algae green water against a blue grey sky was without a doubt the most awe inspiring site. Especially when a small fishing boat would nudge into your focal point.

Once back at he pier we were taken to Wat Suwankua. This is a sacred Buddhist temple that is has been hewn into the rock. Inside of the cave you will find a reclining golden Buddha. Amazing.

The fun part of this sacred place is that it’s primary residents are Monkeys. I’m not taking about a few Monkeys. I’m talking Monkey pandemonium!

For 50 Baht I bought a jar of peanuts (monkey food) and sat down where I the residents sat around me and gently to the treats from the palm of my hand.

And then I met her.

One particular Monkey (a female) sat beside me and I started to feed her a peanut at a time. This obviously was not good enough for her as (just like a woman) she dove both hands into the jar and tried to pull them away from me. Looking into her eyes I saw such determination. This little critter was going to take all of my peanuts at any cost.

After a few tugs she finally got her hands full and backed away from me where she pushed all of her captured treasures into her mouth.

Back at the hotel the group broke off and some of us went out for dinner.

After dinner a few of us went to the 12Bar where we had a touching good-bye with our favorite Barmaid “Nong”. My friends Nicole and Eryn sang songs with her, we had a single cocktail and then it was back to the hotel to pack..

So here I am traveling to Phuket in an air-conditioned van heading for the Sodom and Gomorrah of Phuket Island.

This should be interesting.

Sun Sets on the Build Site

(10:48 p.m., Wednesday, January 27)

Today marked the last day of our HFH build.

We spent the morning backfilling the bathroom area and parging the front of the house. Well, most of the team did.

After carrying multiple buckets of sand and backfilling a portion of the bathroom; I was assigned to the decorating committee. My sole responsibility was to blow-up and tie a variety of balloons for decoration purposes.

Sure, give the smoker the air job!

It was fun; the balloons weren’t of the highest quality so it was a little frustrating when the bags of air would float on to the sharp blades of grass and pop. Good thing we are working in a country that isn’t governed by a dictatorship; else everyone would have been ducking for cover.

Lunch arrived at about 1p.m. and we were treated to a “friendship meal” which consisted of various fried foods representing both North American cuisine and Thai. The family and HFH host had personally prepared the food and we all munched happily.

After lunch we hung the balloons and personalized paper plates and there was a touching ceremony as a gianourmous novelty key was handed to the occupying family.

There were a few wet eyes as we said goodbye to our host family and National workers.

Back at the hotel we waited for our appreciation dinner. It was a great treat for us when the host family arrived at the dinner to join us. The funny thing is that the entire time we have been here we have rarely eaten with the Nationals. It was explained to us that the Thai people are generally very shy and they preferred to stay in their own circle.

Personally, I think it had something to do with my body odor after a day of sweating. I’m just saying.

Then it was Karaoke time.

I tried to dazzle them with my vocal skills but I currently have a bit of a sore throat and we are encouraged not to drink when socializing as a team.

Besides these reasons the Karaoke machine was set in the key unique to the Asian people….yah…that’s it…the music wasn’t set in my key…yah, that’s it.

Most of the group joined into the singing and one touching moment came when one of our HFH hosts sang a song in his native language. The theme of the song was that we should never feel lonely because they will always be thinking of us.

And trying to wash my smell out of their noses.

Karaoke finished we piled back in one taxi – 14 of us with half of the team riding on top of the taxi. I noticed that when we drove by the taxi yard, a few drivers were pointing at our vehicle. I am sure they were laughing at our expense considering the perilous occupation of the truck.

But hey, they were safe up there and we had a great time.

So ends the sweat equity portion of my journey. We are here for one more R&R day and then we are off to Phuket and Bangkok for more fun.

So keep reading kids, this is the point of the journey when I throw caution to the wind and experience the sites and sounds of the metropolises of Thailand.

Thanks very much for reading.

Hope all is well.

Thai Version of “Toad in the Hole”

(5:15 p.m. Tuesday, January 25^th)

Remember those precious moments when you would wake up on Sunday mornings and Mom would be in the kitchen frying you an egg nestled in a pre-cut hole that resided inside of a thick piece of freshly cut bread? Butter seeping into every pore of the golden brown toast; your senses coming alive with the country fresh aroma permeating the air?

Yah, me either. Maybe I witnessed that event on a “Leave it to Beaver” episode but I would like to keep the memory just the same.

I can tell you with absolute certainty that there is no “Toad in the Hole here”.

But I did manage to take a pic of a little critter at the site that sparked the memory.

For some reason there was an unusual amount of Toads around the site. Big suckers with all knowing eyes.

Stubborn too.

They seemed to be oblivious to our movements and had to be encouraged out of their resting places. Nothing worse than half a toad in the hole I always say. Well, maybe not always but I just said it so it counts.

The build is progressing nicely with only a half day remaining on the site. We managed to pour the posts and foundation for the exterior bathroom and the bricks are nearly to roof level.

Tomorrow we will only have a half-day and then there will be an appreciation ceremony to complete the build.

I came to the realization this morning on the way to the site that at this time next week I will be back in the cold at my desk with my good friends. Time doesn’t seem to move too quickly here perhaps because every moment seems to be a luxury.

Big treat at the site today was when our hosts had arranged to have the “Ice-cream Scooter Man” pull up with a pontoon full of sweet cold confection. I didn’t feel like having a cone but really enjoyed watching the team member squeal with glee just as we had done when we were kids.

The second big highlight was when I gave one of my luscious 3-ply toilet paper rolls to one of the locals. Most toilet paper rolls here are 1-ply and large portion of toilet paper rolls are used as serviettes in the restaurants (seriously).

The consideration is that by supplying her with 3-ply I may be upsetting the eco-system here as most plumbing is on septic systems.

On the plus side: when the locals hear that the restaurant has the softest “mouth towels” in town; business may sky-rocket.

Mosquito Update: I have still yet to receive a single bite. However, as evidence by the photo above they are watching me closely. I know that they are waiting for the most opportune time, which convinces me that I should keep up with my swatting techniques.

Perhaps they have decided to opt out of sucking my blood and have paid off the Spiders.

Bastards!

The big new tonight is that we are going for Hamburgers “American Style”. It was specified that we would not be going to McDonald’s so this could be interesting. I hope not as interesting as the Pizza we had the other night.

If the Hamburgers are a good interpretation I am considering buying one for take out so that I can leave it by my bed sided and stare at it when I am missing home.

Who am I kidding…it will never make it back to the hotel.

Thanks very much for reading.

Hope everyone is well.

Back to the Build and Finally Caught up on my Blogging (second post today)

(11:30 p.m. Monday, January 24^th)

Arrived at the site today at around 8:30 a.m. where we found that the National workers had kept the construction pace going all weekend. After Friday’s accident new structural safety measures were put into place.

Walls were braced, support lentils (sp) were poured and wood support frames for the doors and windows had been built.

Ah-Ron was at the site ready for work and the original site Engineer had been assigned to a new build…in Cambodia…. lol…just kidding.

We were amazed that Ah-Ron and Kang were actually joking about the event as if nothing had occurred. I admired their perseverance.

The only thing working against us today was the heat. Under sunny skies the temperature was about 36C but it felt like it could have been 46C.

I guess the other thing working against us was that the cultural days we had taken were a little busy and most of us were drained and sun burnt.

The team slugged away and managed to build one wall up to the point where construction on the roof will begin.

A second attempt to provide us with an Italian meal was served at lunch. Ah-Ron’s wife cooked us a pot of Spaghetti with a few tomatoes and Tuna. It was actually very tasty and you could tell that it was flavoured with appreciation.

It was a longer than usual day but we are still ahead of schedule. Or tools were packed up by 4 p.m. and we were back to the hotel.

I broke from the group for dinner tonight and took the opportunity to clean my camera gear (which is taking a beating) and walk through the local market to take pics.

Once the group returned I shared a few images with them and then we finished off the night with a beverage at the 12Bar.

Not a crazy eventful day but fulfilling nonetheless.

Thanks much for reading

Hope everyone is well.

“Love the Country…the Pizza, not so Much”

(catch-up entry Sunday, January 23^rd)

As Canadians we should be thankful for our commitment to our multi-cultural society.

Because we embrace so many diverse cultures we have readily accessible exotic culinary delights. Feel like Indian food? take the subway to the Danforth. Change your mind when you get there? Walk back a couple of blocks and go have Greek. Food choices are endless.

Now I know that I have been going on about how wonderful the Thai food is here; and it truly is but once and a while a Canadian boy has to “chow down” on an all beef burger just to remind himself how clogged his arteries really are. Sunday was one of days.

But first let me tell you a little bit about our second cultural day in Thailand.

We had a few things on the agenda today.

Our first stop was to a small fishing village just outside of Kao Lak where there is a large park which evidences the power of the Tsunami that devastated the area. In this park are two large fishing boats that remain as a testimony to the power of the wave.

The team were given the chance to climb all over the boat.

Afterwards we were taken to a small pier where we wondered amongst a variety of small fishing boats adorned with colourful flags flapping in the wind. Got some great pics.

Adjacent to the fishing village is a Government sponsored memorial to the Tsunami Museum. The focal point of the museum is a large polished sculpture of a wave that optically looks like it is about to crash into a tiled wall on the other side. The tiled wall bore the names, country of origin and (in some cases photos) of the victims that died on that fateful day at the beach on December 26^th.

Canadians included.

We were given some time to walk about and explore before lunch was served at the beach.

I’m finding that the heat is curbing my appetite a little so while the team ate happily, I took the time to sit with our HFH hosts to talk about there reflections of the tragic event.

You can see the pain in their eyes when they talk about it but the Thai people seem so polite that even when they are accounting the event they smile. The smile has nothing to do with disrespect.

They just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. How amazing is that?

After the memorial we were taken to my first Buddhist Temple.

The Temple was modest in design in and structure and not really what I had expected. Imagine a large courtyard with a temple in the centre where I had the opportunity to take a few pictures of a Buddhist Nun. I had no idea that there was such a thing. I had always imagined that the cloistered where specific to the male gender.

Behind the temple were a few auditorium like structures that are used for prayer. The Sheffer inside of me suspected that there was more to see so I wandered from the group and went behind the auditoriums to see what kind of trouble I could get myself into.

I was well rewarded as I had the opportunity to view the modest huts that the Monks kept residence in. There was a real treat when I spied a Monk clean a big ass machete. He glanced up at me through the stippled light of the palm trees above and I bowed to him then motioned for permission to take his photograph. He smiled back at me and then stop his work and posed for me.

Damn! Another perfect moment spoiled by Canadian courtesy! I have to learn to curb that.

The shot turned out well despite the pose. I bowed once again and was on my way.

Later that evening the group decided to go out for dinner and experience a little variety.

We were taken to an “Italian” restaurant for some “authentic” Italian food. Now keep in mind that I hadn’t eaten lunch and had a very light breakfast so I was reminiscing about zucchini salad and home made pizza.

I was soooooo hungry. At one point I noticed that the table cloth in front of me was set on a diagonal and when I flipped it up it looked like a slice.

Unfortunately the consistency of the pizza that came wasn’t far off from the table cloth corner. I know, I know I am being hyper critical but combining a “foodie” with a unbearable appetite is a dangerous thing.

I have been assured that there is a Pizza Hut in Phuket. Not the greatest compromise but a compromise nonetheless.

Back to work tomorrow.

Thanks for reading.

Hope everyone is well.

Back to the Build and Finally Caught up on my Blogging

Cultural Day One…Naaah Nah Nah Naaaaaah Naaaah

(Saturday, January 22^nd)

Sitting here I can’t figure out how I can log an entry without bragging about today’s majesty.

But you know what? This is my life changing experience. So “suck it up and read on!”

Wake-up call was at 6:15 this morning for our day’s adventure. We were taken to a Pier where we were given snorkeling gear and piled into a speedboat.

Today was our first “Cultural Day” and we were travelling to the Similan Islands – or as I like to call them, the “Oh My God I think I died and went to Heaven Islands” I think I might write to the Thai Government and recommend the name change.

The boat trip across choppy waters took about an hour and 15 minutes without a lot to see other than Blue Ocean and sky.

We were taken to four Islands in total and snorkeled amongst the rainbow coloured fish and coral.

The experience was breath taking (not literally as it would have made it difficult to snorkel)

The only issue that I had with the trip is that our group had been extended to a cast of German, Russian and French tourist. Most of the “outsiders” seemed to be intolerant of our Thai hosts, and of us for that matter.

Now, a piece of advice for my photography friend; for all of my French friends please skip over this next section.

Here is the advice…avoid travelling with French tourists at every cost! You will spend time setting up the perfect shot and every time a French tourist will run in front of your shot so that they can pose on a rock and “look sexy”.

“Regard-moi maman! Que je suis belle!”

ARRRRRRRRRGH says I!!!!

Nevertheless, I did manage to get a few good shots but the photography issue was shadowed by the myriad of European men in there tight speed-o swim where.

You know… tan lines are one thing but there are some outlines I just don’t need to see. Needless to say, I wasn’t very hungry at lunch.

OH! Keeping on topic…there was one very funny experience that combined the photography issue and the speed-o. On the way back home across the choppy water a French man who was sitting across from me (still wearing his little speed-o) kept getting up to stand on the bench to take pictures.

He was sitting beside one of our team member, Charlotte, who is lovely and a little shy. On her other side was here common-law husband Tristan.

The French man didn’t realize, that with the motion of the boat his hips were thrusting, forcing his speed-o to gyrate in front of poor Charlotte’s face. The look of disgust on her face was priceless.

Despite the fact that she was obviously uncomfortable it supplied a great deal of entertainment for me.

Highlight of the trip was Meang Island, or Island number 4.

We walked on beach sand that I have never experienced before. If you want to experience the texture go to your cupboard and grab a bag of flour; get a foot tub and pour the flour in. Then saturate the flour beyond the consistency of a flour paste and put your feet in. So soft and luxurious.

Now if you try this experience, please do not be offended if I don’t except freshly baked muffins from you but I will be happy that you shared.

Once back to the hotel the evening was pretty quiet with some light shopping and a few cocktails.

All in all other great day.

Thanks for reading.

The Emotional Highs and Lows of Thailand

January 21st

First of all I would like to apologize to all for not making entries for the last couple of days. Between our schedule and my lack of sleep it’s been difficult to put words to paper.

I’m going to make 3 separate entries today as penance for my slothful blogging.

Okay, apologies over…let’s get over it and take a seat around the campfire kids.

We have to start our tale around 12 midnight Thursday. After checking my e-mail I decided to go to bed. I have been keeping my nightclothes out on the balcony and just grabbed them and quickly changed.

After turning and tossing I finally fell to sleep after about an hour and was woken to yet another value lesson while staying in Thailand.

The lesson is this:

“ALLWAYS check your clothes before you put them on when you have been airing them outside!!!!!

Unbeknownst to me I had crawled into my small bed with a freshly laid Spiders nest. That’s right I said Spiders nest.

After being bitten several times I ran outside and ripped the nest off of my pajama top and tossed it over the balcony; which was probably a bad idea since it would have been required for the clinic to see if there were any toxicity issues.

After a deep cleansing shower and covering my body with Gold Bond medicated powder I then realized that I had no where to sleep. There was no way in hell I was going to get back into bed thinking that the little critters had staked out their claim.

The resolution was to try to sleep sitting up at my desk but that just didn’t work. Plus my mind was telling me that thousand of little legs were tap dancing on my back. This made it difficult to engage in any activity like reading or watching a movie so I opted to walk the halls and smoke copious amounts of cigarettes.

I figured I would smoke the beasts out.

Finally at 5:30 a.m., knowing that I would have to get up for the build at 6:30, I gave up and took all the sheets off and slept in a little ball at the foot of my bed.

At breakfast that morning I noticed that I had a deep purple bruise on my forearm where one of the bastards had taken some DNA.

Rather than spark panic with my fellow team members I gently suggested to our team leader that she should recommend to the group that they shake out their clothing before wearing them…and then I was entered into the logbook again. Damn!!!!

Later that night I showed the bite to one of our hosts who confirmed that the bite was toxic. I knew it wasn’t a problem because the pain and the size of the bruise had subsided.

The Thai people are famous for there sense of humor and when I showed the bite the reaction was concern at first. After explaining to them that I was fine the reaction was…”this is good! Tomorrow you wake up and be Spiderman”

I am typing to you hanging from the ceiling right now.

Friday at the build site was to be a half-day but unfortunately we only had the chance for about an hours worth of work.

One of the local workers, Ah-Ron, was pinned in the septic hole when a pile of bricks fell.

When you read the next section you have to understand that accidents occur at any construction site be it in Thailand or Canada.

With Ah-Ron pinned the team rushed to his aide and we all had enough first aide training that we knew how to evacuate him from the pit. And we had to evacuate him. We couldn’t wait as we were advised that it would take approximately two hours to get an ambulance to assist.

Hearing this, we cleared the debris and Bob, the Team Leaders Husband, picked Ah-Ron’s slight frame up and passed him to Nic who braced his shoulders and neck and me bracing his legs and feet.

We loaded Ah-Ron into the back of the site truck and sped off to the Hospital near Phuket and when I say sped I am talking dirt and gravel flying up into our faces to what seemed like and aggressive facial peel. As we sped down the two-lane highway Nic braced Ah-Ron’s head with his knees while I held his knees together.

Kang, another local worker was with us rotated between praying and following our instructions to keep Ah-Ron engaged. We were concerned about concussion. Bob kept us all calm.

We take so many things in Canada for granted and one of the most obvious during this time is that Hospitals are not quickly accessible. Think about it. If you had an accent at home how long would it take to get an ambulance or for that matter, drive to the nearest hospital?

It took us about 20-30 minutes at lightening speed. I’m not really sure of the time it took but it seemed like an hour.

Our support for third world countries is so important and I don’t think I truly understood that until today.

Thankfully, there was no significant damage to our friend.

Personally, the most touching thing for me came when Kang came out of the emergency room and asked me to come in to see Ah-Ron.

I walked into the room and Ah-Ron weakly motioned to me to come to him where he took my hand and held it tightly. He had tears in his eyes and was speaking to me in Thai. I had no idea what he was saying but it didn’t matter we had developed a bond that I wasn’t even aware of. I was over-whelmed with emotion.

Big Baby.

Leaving Ah-Ron at the Hospital we drove back to the site where we informed the team that he was okay. It was important for all of us to remember why we are here and continue with our good work; but it was decided that we would pack up for the day and return on Monday to continue.

After about an hour on site we left for lunch at a local restaurant. By the time that we finished the site truck rolled up and Ah-Ron stepped out to our applause.

After lunch we were taken back to the hotel to change and shower and then we piled back into our transport and were taken to a local elementary school for some activities.

Once there, we were taken to a covered auditorium where we waited for the Children to come and greet us.

What an experience.

The kids were sat on the floor in straight lines organized by grade level. Wanting some good photo opportunities I sat with them. I’m not sure what they thought of this. Having a man my size sitting with them was probably a little strange at best.

Norah was presented with Roses from the class representative and then the kids showed us the singing and dancing talents. Cute beyond all measure.

Afterwards we showed them how to make snowflakes out of paper and sang the Canadian National anthem for them. The children reciprocated by singing the Thai National anthem.

I think….

The team presented a box of sports equipment and a few books and then we played with them on the soccer field and swings.

At one point I had three small kidlets crawling on me as I pretended to be the Hulk for them. If the circumstances were any different I probably would have started reminiscing about the spiders the night before- but there was no love with the Spiders.

We said our good-byes and headed back to the hotel and dinner.

After dinner “THE MEN” went to the Kao Lak arena where we spent the evening watching Muay (moo-eh) Thai boxing. There were 10 bouts in all and each was full of ceremony and lightening fast action.

The first bouts pitted two small children (approximately 8 years old) against each other. Nic remarked to me that he thought that some of the children that we had met earlier where in the ring. This disturbed me but John reminded me that we put Canadian Children in the Hockey rink at a much earlier age. I don’t know if the comparison was valid…but I did see his point.

Dad…got some great action shots for you.

We left the arena shortly before midnight and headed back to the hotel: where, after a detailed examination of my nightclothes I crawled into bed and slept with anticipation of Saturday’s cultural day.

All in all a great day for self-reflection and cultural awakening.

Have I told you how much I love this country?

“Day Three and I Hardly Have to Pee”

(10:23 p.m. January 20^th)

Do you know what one of the really cool things about working in this heat is? Despite the fact that I am drinking litres and litres of water on the build site I never have to make a trip on the Scooter (the way they transfer you to the bathroom).

I noticed this fact on day 3 of the build – it’s now day four.

I just sweat it out.

I just had to get that out in the open – but not literally.

First of all a retraction: Actual deaths as a result of the Tsunami (discussed in yesterday’s entry was around 5k for all of Thailand) not that numbers really count in this case really matter considering that there was loss of life. However, I must appease those of my friends who are better let’s just say more accurate. It is a matter of principle.

Okay, last night – awesome Cabaret! Not nearly the quality we would expect from the “Sweeny Sisters” (sp) but entertaining nonetheless. I had a minor technical issue with my camera last night so I would like to wait to describe the details until I can get a few pics for you.

Day four on the build and it was still all about laying those bricks. The home is coming along quite nicely and we all seem to be starting to acclimatize to the heat. It is still uncomfortable but there are fringe benefits (see the first paragraph).

I went for a little walk before we started to build today and noticed a small error that made the site Engineer very happy. Before we had arrived on the site they had laid the water main across the road near the site. They didn’t dig a trench to sink the water line; instead they had just laid it across the road covering it with mortar. As a result traffic had eroded the mortar at the joint and it was completely exposed. Which could have been disastrous. Yup, I’m good (he says polishing his nails on his lapel).

I inquired with our HFH liaison today if foreigners could purchase land in Thailand, I’m in awe of this countries beauty. The answer was “No, unless you marry a National…guess I’m going to stay in Toronto for a little while (sigh)

Spent the most of the day either applying mortar or moving bricks. The team worked tireously, spirits were high.

We broke from work around 3:30 and headed for home.

After a brief break we were off to dinner, which tonight was probably one of the most memorable dinning experiences ever. We were taken to a beach side restaurant (Baah Nan – Lay) on Khao Lak Beach. We were informed that the cook was related to one of the site workers.

Before the meal we had the opportunity to witness a beautiful sunset and then sat down to a meal that massaged our taste buds until we couldn’t take no more…okay maybe I had a few too many shrimp but I felt it was my duty to respect the cook.

After dinner we went back to the beach where we were treated to the spectacle of the “Thai Balloon”. The Thai balloon is a paper cylinder that is illuminated with fuel. The hot air from the fuel raises the cylinder into the night sky. The idea is that you write all of your bad thoughts on a piece of paper, which is carried off into the night sky.

We didn’t follow the tradition to the “letter” and were instead told to make a wish instead. It was a beautiful site to see 7 cylinders (one for each pair) floating off into the night sky.

Then it was back to the hotel and here I sit.

Tomorrow (Friday) is a half-day on the site and then we are going to visit a local school in Phang Nga where we will apparently be joining the Children in some activities – God I hope it isn’t Muay Thai Boxing, cause that would just be wrong. Not the boxing part; but the part where some 10 year old kicks my butt in the schoolyard. Too many painful memories.

Speaking of Muay Thai, tomorrow night “the boys” will be going to a Muay Thai tournament. For 1300 Baht we will witness 10 fights ringside and we get a free t-shirt to boot! Hoping for some great pics.

Saturday and Sunday will be off days and the team will be heading off for a “Cultural Day” on the Similan Island. I have to remember to get a wet bag for my camera.

Sunday my plan is to rent a scooter and tour around.

On an administrative note: I need a little ego stroking. Thank you very much for those of you who have subscribed and became “followers” of Thaitanic Adventures”. For those of you who have not subscribed…and continue to read….well, I’m just saying.

Well kids, time for bed – early day tomorrow.

Thanks again for reading…(even you non-followers- lol)

Hope all is well.

Mike Sheffer and His “Buddha Belly”

(8:40 p.m. January 19^th)

Can’t make this entry too long tonight kids. The group is meeting in a half an hour to go to the “Angel Cabaret”.

Oh! Before I forget…thank you for the concern Aline for the concern about the “Ants in my pants” (re: yesterday’s blog) it is funny that my Sister had the same concern and based on her advice (which I won’t get into) I am safe.

Had another early start today. Before heading to the site I had a chance to take the pic above. Each morning about 7:30 these three monks walk the main street. Merchant come out with a food offering were they receive a blessing in exchange for a contribution to their meal.

We were at the site by 8:30 and our task today was to mix mortar and build the walls of our hosts home. Septic pipes were also laid.

The group was in great spirits (as usual) although you could tell that the heat was getting to us all.

During one of our breaks I noticed that Tom (one of the HFH employees) was swinging a stick as if he was on the links smacking one down the fairway. I grabbed a broken shovel and tried to show him my technique for hitting the “long ball” which he accepted with great enthusiasm.

I felt guilty afterwards reflecting that I have now attributed to a generation of bad Thai golfers. Oh well.

One interest fact I have learned from the workers on site is that they are truly fascinated with my belly. They take every opportunity to approach me and give my stomach a rub. This is a behavior that I would never accept in Canada but the Thai people have this infectious smile and I can’t help letting them rub away. Who knows, maybe I will become an icon here and have my breakfast donated to ME every morning.

We finished work early today and were given the honour of traveling to our hosts current home. I can’t say much about it; only that it validated the work we are all doing. It truly made me appreciate what I have at home.

Back at the hotel most of us went for a refreshing swim and then took a short walk to the Tsunami Museum. The focal point is a Police boat that they have left in an open field. The boat had drifted 2 klms from the beach and there it still rests. I had realized the true scope of the devastation. Approximately 20,000 people died in this region and the one photo they had was quite disturbing.

Again, validation.

So, another day almost ended. Just have to post and then it is off to the Cabaret for the Girl/Boy show. Hope to have a few good stories for you tomorrow.

Thanks very much for reading.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Mosquitoes 0 – Fire Ants 2

(10:30 p.m. January 18^th)

Turns out my friends advice back home about the rampant and bloodthirsty mosquitoes in Thailand was wrong, so all my training was for not.

I will however explain to you later about a nasty little creature call the fire ant.

Today was our second day on the job site. Our task was to cover the floor of our host’s home with concrete.

We were up at 6:30 a.m. and after a light but tasty breakfast we were into our cab/trucks leaving Khaolak and off to the site.

Mixing concrete here is not nearly as back home. There are no fancy concrete mixers, no shoot that delivers the concrete to the location and definitely no pre mix.

We were supplied with two large tubs used to mix the solution for the floor. The grey soupy cocktail consisted of the following: 8 parts fine sand, 6 parts gravel, 4 parts water and lots of good ol’ Canadian sweat (that was the part that bound every thing together.

The team acted as a well-oiled machine forming mixing teams, shoveling and water teams.

Once the concrete was mixed we formed a line and buckets were passed down the row to the HFH site workers who smoothed out the mixture on the floor.

Lunch was served under a canopy near the site and we all happily munched on the best Shrimp Pad Thai I have ever tasted.- so fresh and fragrant. In the corner of each of our dishes was a little pile of chilies and we were advised that if we didn’t like the spice to just brush it off. I removed half and mixed in the rest. I am happy to say that my sinuses will never be clogged again – ICHYWHAAWOW!

My friend Dale was right when he told me before I left that Pad Thai in Thailand was nothing like that at home. There was virtually no Coconut milk in the dish and the taste was unbeatable.

After lunch we went back to work, which proved a little more difficult. The Sun was in its full glory and labour proved to be difficult but everyone remained in good spirits. Some of the team members broke off to start building the septic hole.

Now, here is a piece of Sage advice.

When in the Thailand wilderness never pick up any dead wood from the ground. I quickly realized this when I picked up a stick to fashion a slingshot to humour the driver. I was apparently disturbing a Fire Ant Colony and they were quick to taste my tender Canadian flesh. Two managed to bite me. Fire Ants are probably about 400 times the size of our domestic ant back home but I swear it felt like a Great White Shark was having a nibble on my hands.

Stop shaking your head Brad.

You too Patti – and get that grin off you face Dale.

Thankfully Team leader Norah applied a bite relief wipe (kind of like a towelette) and the pain subsided briefly.

(Still no boo-boo kiss on the hands.)

Once again my injury was logged in the book and on we went.

We completed our day’s work around 3 p.m and headed back to town.

The group decided that we would take advantage of the local Thai massage locations before and after dinner.

I should clarify that there are many locations providing “authentic Thai massages” I am convinced that for a few extra Baht you could have an authentic Thai Massage at the nearby Seven Eleven.

Our first stop was at a “Fish Spa”. No…not a Spa for Fish but a Spa where you immerse your feet in a fish tank and hundreds of little “Turkey Fish” eat away at the dead skin on your feet.

After you get over the initial shock of these little critters nibbling at your toes it is actually kind of cool. Occasionally they give you an aggressive tug but by in large it is kind of like putting your feet into a large bath of “Seven-Up”.

The session lasted for a half an hour then we were treated to a foot rub by a Human. We put our feet into a fragrant solution consisting of warm water, lime, flower pedals and I think sugar cane. We were then given a massage using pommis, yogurt and what looked like Mango paste.

Awesome experience.

After the fish bath we had a quick dinner and then back to the Seven Eleven for a foot massage. Kidding.

For 250 Bhat we were given an authentic Thai Massage. Of course they didn’t have a Spa shirt in my size so I had to forego humility (pants on, shirt off – geeeeze).

Again another awesome experience that will be repeated while here; although I was a little curious about the solution they were putting on my back to prepare for the massage – a very strong metholatium with what smelled like just a hint of.... well we can talk about that other day.

So here I sit, hand throbbing from sling shot mishaps and fire ant bites. My skin a little burnt from the days sun, my back a little sore and my feet tingling, tired, hot sticky.

Simply the best experience I have ever had.

Thanks for reading, talk to you tomorrow.

First Day on the Project

(5:14 January 17^th)

What a day. To say that I am beat would be an understatement. Construction work is hard enough but throw in a little 40C with humidity and you have a perfect cocktail for exhaustion.

But I must say it is fulfilling work and worth every sweat bead.

After a modest continental breakfast we met in a hut outside the hotel where we watched an HFH video and were “schooled” on cultural “don’ts.

Quick lesson on cultural don’ts:

Do not touch a local’s head.

Pointing with your feet is taboo.

The assumption is that a combination of the two is out of the question. Although the temptation is there…I will have to resist the urge.

After orientation we piled into an open-air cab (kind of like a truck with gates on the side and a roof). I really enjoyed the ride as it gave me the opportunity to take photos out the back.

We were driven to a beach where we were treated to an amazing meal, which consisted of a variety of classic Thai dishes including Satay and the most amazing peanut sauce. –yummmmmm.

While lunch was winding down I took the opportunity to break from the group and take to photographs. I noticed that the one of our drivers was playing with a sling shot, firing small rocks at a garbage pile near by. I picked up a pop can and walked to a near by rock. As I walked to the rock the driver was laughing and encouraging me to place the can on my head.

I declined.

After placing the can on the rock the driver took a couple of shots without any success, he then passed the sling shot to me. Being the big burly guy I am I drew the elastic far back and took aim. I had to make this look good. I released the rock to fire at the can.

The snap of the elastic was exhilarating as the rock passed my ear but the thud of the rock crashing into the soft tissue between the soft tissue of my index finger and thumb? Not so exciting.

Sh@#!

Not to worry readers the only thing really hurt was my pride but it was a source of entertainment to the driver.

Norah, our team leader was quick to apply some antiseptic cream and bandages without a booboo kiss (damn!). We are under strict instruction to report any injuries. Once reported, the injury is logged and we were on our way to the build site.

On arrival at the site we met the homeowners and were treated to a touching ceremony were we were called up individually and the matriarch placed a lei of fresh cut flowers around our neck. Lovely.

And then it was off to work.

Much to my surprise the footings for the new home had already been poured so our job was to level the red clay like sand. The team was very eager to start the work but quickly realized that the job wasn’t about speed as the humidity beat us down. There was lots of ice-cold water at hand and we were passed packaged cooling tissues to fight the heat.

After we had leveled the clay/sand our next task was to move a large pile of white sand on to the ground. This was accomplished by forming an assembly line where some filled buckets with sand while others placed the alabaster grains and the remaining team members leveled and packed.

During one of the breaks I took it upon myself to have a mini cultural exchange with one of the locals. I offered him a Canadian cigarette and he offered me one of his (for those of you who are encouraging me to quit…. stop rolling your eyes…this was a CULTURAL exchange damn it!).

Now this was truly a unique experience. The local took out a small pouch with what looked like bamboo leaves. The leaves were curled and a tiny amount of tobacco was applied and rolled (at least I think it was tobacco). We both smiled at each other as we drew the foreign smoke with short and appreciated breaths. It was about that time that I looked around and noticed that all the team members had turned into Pixies…just kidding.

After the sand was laid we sprinkled buckets of water to pack down the grains. There was a temptation to start a water fight but most kept it civil.

Now, typically before you pour concrete you lay down metal bars (rebar) to re-enforce the poured concrete. Here, rather than using iron bars bamboo was used. Cool huh?

For those who don’t know bamboo is used in many Asian countries as a substitute for metal. The resilient nature of the organic poles make for a replenish able natural resource that has lots of practical applications…even scaffolding.

Once the bamboo was laid in a grid like fashion it was tied off with metal wire and set. We then packed up the tools said goodbye to our hosts and headed back to our hotel.

So here I sit. Writing to my friends; tired, sweat soaked, hand a throbbing ( lol ) a perfect way to the end of the day. The group will be heading out to dinner soon but I think tonight I will just say in my room edit pictures and reflect on the day well spent with my new friend and Thai hosts.

Maybe I will go out later and try to find a few more Thai cigarettes in a quest for those damn Pixies.

Hope all is well with you.

Until tomorrow.

“The cost of that beer is how much?”

(9 p.m Janurary 16^th)

I can’t see how hydrating in Thailand can ever be a problem for a Tourist.

Before I left Toronto I purchased approximately 7,500 Thai Baht at an exchange rate of .033 CDN. I was under the assumption that this was a modest amount.

I was wrong.

I will explain shortly.

The Habitat for Humanity team met this afternoon at the Phuket airport around 3 p.m. After the formalities of hand shaking and brief introductions the group assembled at a small café where we waited for the last two team members and our guide to arrive.

The team is fairly diverse in age, profession and personalities.

For the record, I think I am going to be the guy who sweats a lot (man is it hot!).

As we waited for the remaining team members we conversed lightly about place of origin, careers and travel. All in all the banter was good.

All team members congregated we left Phuket Airport and headed for our hotel.

Driving in Thailand is an interesting experience at best. I could help notice that there is little regard for personal safety as the locals travel at break neck speeds on small scooters. Some scooters carry two to three riders (sometimes with small children) and few wear helmets.

I’m not sure how many lanes there are on the roads as there is a meridian line for two way traffic but vehicles travel two or three abreast in a single lane.

The conversation amongst team members remained lively as we weaved across the roads accentuated by the disco music our driver played on the van’s stereo.

One of the many points of interest on the way to our destination was a rubber tree plantation. I can now proudly say that I know where elastic bands come from – do you?

I was intrigued by a site where there were acres of tall skinny trees; tied to each of the trees, about one meter up, was a small pitch black cup. Upon closer inspection, a small tube was inserted into the tree stock where sap was collected. This sap is then boiled and processed into rubber.

After about a little more than an hours’ journey we arrived at our hotel in Phang Nga.

Phang Nga was hit very hard by the tragic Tsunami. There are Tsunami advisories everywhere here including the hotel were you are informed that the safe zone is approximately 3.1 metres above the ground. We are on the 3^rd floor.

The rooms are quaint and air-conditioned which is a big relief for this “sweaty guy”.

Shortly after our arrival we all met in the lobby and walked down the street to our first team meal. On the menu: The best damn Jasmine scented rice I have ever had, awesome Green Curry, Sweet and Sour Fish, Stir Fried Veggies, Shrimp Cakes and an undisclosed meat cured in chilies. I could help but here my friend Karen’s voice and her famous saying…”What did I just eat?”.

Walking back to the hotel, bellies full, we walked past a Thai Cabaret and were greeted by “Girl/Boy” performers in lovely sequenced gowns trying to entice us in. We declined the invitation but reserve the right to go another night, after a few beverages as to get into the true spirit of things.

Which brings me to my original point about not having a problem with hydration. Remember the currency exchange?

Before going to eat we all walked across the street to the Seven Eleven to stock up on water, beer and snacks. That’s right, I said 7/11.

I purchased two 1.5 litres of bottled water, 4 cans of local Chang Beer, some seaweed flavoured Lays chips and two cans of diet coke. Total cost? 176 Baht. For the record each beer was 44 Baht. Do the math and buy your ticket to Thailand tomorrow.

I thought that two of our team members, 20 somethings, were going to go into shock when they saw the prices.

Well my friends, orientation starts tomorrow morning and then we are off to the build site. It’s going to be a full day and I am sure that I will have to change my shirt a few times considering the heat.

And if any of you decide to come over to Thailand while I am here I will be happy to relieve your expenses by buying you a few cold ones. Maybe we can attend the Cabaret together?

Hope all is well,

Signed, “Dripping in Thailand”

Safe Landing

(12:40 am January 16^th)

Touchdown! Arrived in Phuket without a hitch. Although the flight time to get here was exhausting and there was little room for sleep everything went smoothly.

Why little sleep you may ask? Well it could have had something to do with the chorus of crying children suffering from the pressure change but more likely do to the drunk in the row behind trying to rationalize to the flight attendant on why he should have another mini bottle of wine.

At one point the attendant was threatening to tell the Captain to touch down. All “Selfish Mike” could think about was “ does that mean I’m going to miss my next flight.

But everything worked out just fine.

On an un-related note; I had a bit of a chuckle on the way to the hotel.

You see when I take a cab in Toronto I am always annoyed by the Cab Drivers talking on their cell phones while they drive through the city streets.

In Thailand they take a different approach. Once in the cab the driver started talking in his native tongue and not to me. I just assumed that he was talking to a friend or loved one on the cell. It was after about 5 minutes that I realized that he actually had his Girlfriend with him sitting in the passenger seat. Obviously the Thai people have a much more civil way of looking at the work/family lifestyle and balance.

They are also very good at hiding.

Hope everyone is well.

And so the adventure begins…

(9 a.m. Toronto Pearson Airport, one hour to departure.)

Finally the day has arrived. Bags have been packed, comfy travel clothes adorned. My carry on luggage is packed with entertainment to keep my fidgety hand busy: as if that was possible.

I had made the decision to stay awake for the evening so that I can sleep most of the long flight to Hong Kong. In hindsight this probably wasn’t a great idea.

I’m way to hyper to sleep.

Airport security was disappointing I was rather excited about walking through the new full body x-ray machines; I had been practicing my poses all week.

But alas there were no x-ray machines and while there was the potential of a physical search none was to be had.

No hassle about my camera equipment.

No removal of shoes.

No removal of belts.

However, there was a glance of a passenger in line that was obviously not wearing a belt; which was evidenced by his long, deep and dwelling “plumbers crack”.

Now I understand that every once and a while we all have a weak moment when we reach down for something or stretch a little too much and someone gets a look at the “space between our bookends”. It just seemed like this guy was wearing it like a badge of honour!

Anyway, I digress.

In short security wasn’t bad at all.

(Arrive in Hong Kong 1:10 a.m. leave for Bangkok in one hour)

First of all sitting in a tube at 31K feet without a cigarette for 14.5 hours is cruel and unusual punishment. I did manage to keep the cravings at bay with the airline snacks.

Unfortunately, the majority of snacks offered were “Bran Snacks” so I have a whole new set of problems.

Anyway, landed in Hong Kong, looks like an amazing city from the air too bad I am only here for a short while.

7 Working Days and Counting:

(A brief status update / Q&A with the author)

Greetings fellow passengers of the Thaitanic (Adventure), thanks very much for reading on.

I’ve been getting a few repeating questions from friends about this Thaitanic Adventure blog and I thought rather than responding to the questions repeatedly*; I would put the answers into an FAQ format for all to reference. For my more theatrical friends I have included stage direction)

Q1: “Mike, why haven’t you written any new posts since December 30th?”
A1:
(MJS enters stage left toward – stage black – single column; conical light surrounds an antique desk centre stage. Single ashtray with amber lit cigarette producing smoke trail in light. Half full glass of amber liquid-centre left of ashtray. High back, worn leather chair behind the desk. MJS walks to desk, sits and draws a deep breath and begins….)

“Welllllllllllll I haven’t left for Thailand yet but plan to in the near future”

(MJS exits chair, walks to the front of desk, sits on desk leaning forward)

“You see my friend, for the next few days you should think of this as the ‘courtesy lounge time’. You are waiting for the purser, have an fffffew cocktails, watch some other passengers mull around but nothing really eventful is happening. You know that ship will whisk you away soon enough. Question is do you have all of your Gravol packed?”

(MJS squints looking stage right wondering what the hell that means then looks centre stage).

Q2: “How is the mosquito training going?”
A2: “Very well, thank you. I have run into a small snag in my training schedule.

The problem is that you can’t recycle a mosquito (and you can’t find a defibrillator small enough to revive them). I have been attempting to use common household items to simulate the size and flight of a mosquito but with limited success.

As an alternative to the “live kill” training I have resorted to a little known “finger core” strengthening system. The technique involves compressing a small stress ball between your index finger and thumb. Repetition is very important in this type of training.

While the technique is highly successful there is an unfortunate side effect where my thumb and index finger are disproportionate to the rest of the digits on my hand. Therefore, while my left hand appears normal, my right resembles that of a large white Crab Claw.

Q3. “How are the Citronella Baths going?”
A3: “Very well, thank you again” The Citronella Baths are going well there is again a small problem. With the sent of lemons wafting all over my apartment, I find that I have a strong desire to cover my Crab Claw fingers with salt and drink tequila (in the absence of limes of course). Good thing I don’t drink on week days.

(MJS jumps off desk and speaks centre stage)

“Well kids, I’m outta here. Thanks again for reading.”

“Korp kun dee-o jeu gan na”

(MJS exits stage left – stage black)