Tuesday Travel Photo

Oh Deutschland, how I dote on thee. Specifically Berlin. I learned so much on the Sandeman’s New Europe tour that I could feel the history in the air and had a decent handle on the walking area of the city. The wall, the book burning location, and Checkpoint Charlie and more made this nerd swoon. Some of the best bread I’ve had in my life and as an added bonus, beautifully functioning public transportation. Berlin is on the short-short list of places I want to start a long-term relationship with post-Peace Corps

Another of my own, this was a pretty perfect day.

Tuesday Travel Photo

I know, I know, Barcelona has already had the honor of being a Tuesday Travel Photo, BUT given that I think it’s the most romantic city I’ve visited and Valentine’s Day happens to fall on a Tuesday this year…. phew take a breath, that was one long sentence. Barcelona has many of the qualities of my ideal city: near the water, beautiful streets to get lost, fantastic shopping, awesome architecture, clearly some music playing in the middle of a square, need I go on? As an added bonus, this is where I met RF.

One of my own.

Oh yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day!

Tuesday Travel Photo

Since I’m finding South-East Asia agreeable at the moment due to a lovely thing called ‘cold season’ I thought we should stick with this side of the world. I started my love affair with Asia with a trip to Mao’s homeland last year. Although I stuck mostly to major cities like Hong Kong, Shenzhen, Shanghai, and Beijing, I was surprised how much I liked China. On my next trip, I’d like to stretch my boundaries a bit now that I’m fluent in body languagese. On that list is Guilin in the south-east tip of the country. I’ve heard there’s fantastic climbing there, so I’d like to convince manfriend to accompany me while getting my mountain flying on (that’s a direct translation from Thai, how cool is that?). Getting in shape, enjoying more of Asia, maybe learning a little Chinese in between, with not so bad a background…I’d say that’s one hell of a Tuesday Travel Photo getaway.

Guilin, China... ok, you talked me into it

As a Female Farang in Thailand

Forewarning: I’m feeling a bit girl power (Spice Girls peace sign and everything) lately, so I’m pre-apologizing if this comes out a little man-hating. I quite dearly love the male form and gender. The men of Peace Corps Thailand are all caring, sensitive, amazing individuals, but this one is for all the (single) ladies (put your hands up!).

Another thing I’ve realized is that there is going to need to be more than one entry about this topic. This particular one deals more with female Volunteers more than Thai women, another complex and fascinating issue.

Every Peace Corps Volunteer has their own experience with their service. It’s hard to explain the particulars of our lives to others because this is a whole new world, seen through only one lens. The focus of that lens depends on the characteristics of each volunteer: their background, their race, their age, and the issue I want to cover today, their gender.

At this point in American history, women are on the badass rise. There’s more of us earning higher education, entering the workforce in jobs that were once considered only suitable for men, and most importantly we have more choices than our foremothers ever did. In my Sophomore year at Pitt, I took an American women’s history class from 1865-Present. At first, I was disappointed (I had to pick from women’s history and a random Native American class that was extremely specific to the concentration), but it ended up being one of my favorite classes I’ve ever taken. Learning about the struggle of the gals from the past made me appreciate the time and generation of which I was born. In America, I don’t feel confined by my gender and can choose: to marry my high school or college sweetheart, have babies, and live my days out chasing kids around and doting on my husband OR maybe just pick up and travel to the other side of the world to work in development (and I don’t just mean the country here, personal development is a huge part of this too).

Depending on the host country’s culture, gender roles are usually quite different from those we’re used to in the United States. Reading about some of the countries Volunteers are sent to and the gender issues they face, most of the time I’m happy that I ended up in Thailand. In a Buddhist and non-confrontational society, I often don’t have to worry about many safety issues that women in other PC countries face. However, Thailand does have an extremely hierarchical culture and subscribes to patriarchy, giving us a lot to get used to.

Fact: Men and Women in Peace Corps Thailand have a VERY different experience. Let’s dig into some details. During PST we were told to be considered ‘appropriate and complete’ or riap roy in Thai, most ‘good’ young Thai women don’t: drink, smoke, have male friends (that aren’t gay at least), show their shoulders, cleavage/below the collarbone, or leg above the knee.

Other things about women in Thai culture: young women usually don’t live alone (living with their family until they get married, my Meh in Ayutthaya was freaking out at the mere mention that I might live alone once I got to site), women are expected (by both men and women) to do the majority of the work within the home, at the job, in the community, or raising the kids (male teachers at my schools probably do ¼ of the work that the female teachers do and that’s a generous estimate), and are some of the most generous, giving, amazing, nam-jai people I’ve ever met in my life.

It was suggested, for our own safety, that to become respected members in our community, we too should abide by these cultural norms. (Can I side bar here and mention that the majority of the time in the entry, when I say ‘we’ I mean other female Volunteers.) Most of the time, I don’t have too much issue with it (except for the heat, in the comfort of my room I totally break the shoulder rule and wear tank tops, badass, I know).

What does this mean for female Volunteers in Thailand?
Especially in training when we first arrived in country, being a female in Thailand means having almost no independence at all. I’m often told what to wear or eat, where to sit, and who to talk to. This also has to do with hierarchy, but as a female, I’m automatically on the lower step of the chain than a male my same age. The process restarted all over again when I first got to site and was the only farang in sight.

During Song Kran (Thai New Year, also known as the drunkest time of the year), I was approached by scores of drunk men wanting to put powder on my face and dump water on me, totally normal activity for the holiday. My little sister and gang would literally create a wall around me and water rape these guys. Picture the scene: a group of 10-12 year olds about two kids deep forming a moving semi-circle around someone almost twice their height shouting in rapid Thai for the drunk offenders to go away. Looking back it makes me chuckle, but at the time I was getting a little annoyed being told at least fifteen times (translated) ‘That’s a bad person. Don’t talk to them. They are drunk.’ Thanks kids, I think I got it.

Anytime I make some sort of inclination of independence (exercise, buying my own groceries, traveling somewhere out of site), there is much cause for discussion and debate about it.

Exchange A: “Why are you biking 8 km each way to school? Let me pick you up.” “Thanks, but really, I want to bike.” “Hm, but what if it rains.” “Not a big deal.” “But you’re too pretty.” Well I knew that one already, but “I still want to bike, thank you though.” I think I’ve finally hammered this one home that I want to exercise. They won’t accept the reason that I like it, it makes me feel good, or it’s healthier for both me and the planet. Nay, the excuse that worked? “I don’t want to get fat” “Oh, ok then!”

Exchange B: “I’m going to go to Krabi.” “Wait, WHAT?” “I’m going to go to Krabi. There’s a van that will drop me off at the bus station in Bangkok and then I can get a coach bus.” “No, no, it’s too far. You should fly instead.” “It’s too expensive, don’t worry, I can talk to them in Thai if I get lost.” “No, no, person X will go to Bangkok with you and help you buy your ticket. Their friend lives in Krabi, call them when you arrive and they’ll help you.” At this point, I want to say, really guys, you think I’m this incompetent? But I don’t. I smile, let them worry because I’m a female oddity to them, and answer their questions and reassure them I’ll be fine, sometimes four or five times.

This is how these exchanges would go if I were a man: “I think I’m going to go bike around the community.” “Ok, do you want a beer first or when you get back?” “I think I’m going to go out and do some work today.” “Stop overexerting yourself! Sit down and have some whiskey. Don’t bother pouring it yourself, we have a female that serves us.” I’m sitting at my desk diligently and “Hey, let’s go to the brothel to pick out a mistress for you.”

Alright, a bit of an exaggeration…actually wait, I’m pretty sure this has all really happened to various male Volunteers here. Not that they ask for it or think it’s right at all, but it’s a very different world for them. They can smoke, drink, and chat for the majority of the work day (or in front of kids at school) and they’d be patted on the back for fitting in so well with the Thai men.

The differences are the sharpest for the married couples in the same site, when the female Volunteer in the couple is sometimes completely overlooked as a person because her identity is attached to that of her husband. How is she able to represent herself? Easy, how well she takes care of her husband’s responsibilities so that he can continue to drink with the Thai men instead of working. I’d like to point out that this is also something that male Volunteers struggle with as well.

Here’s the thing, if I’m not already enough of an oddity in this country as a farang, I’m also a girl and not even married! Well and there’s that whole six-foot thing too. Female farangs are already on the minority side due to the vast numbers of FSDs (fat sugar daddies, the old balding types with the way-too-hot-and-young Thai women). Thai people tell me how brave I am, as a female, to live in Thailand alone.

But I’m not. At all. I may have to surrender my ‘go where the wind blows me’ spirit, but in return I’m treated like the daughter, sister, or precious breakable porcelain doll of the people in my community. And I truly feel that way, for better and worse. I’ve never felt this deep level of connection with so many people caring about my well-being and happiness. I work side by side with my Thai ladies and get to be a part of a kinship that male Volunteers never see or will ever be able to fully understand.

It’s definitely a rough trade-off and one that I struggle with every day because of the responsibilities that go along with it. It means watching my every move and thinking of all the other women in my circles before making a decision that would normally be just my own. This is one of those things I mentioned in an older post that you don’t expect you have to give up or change about yourself. If you do though, you’ll find your world expanding in ways you’ve never even imagined.

A Traveler’s Poem

The Double Life
By Don Blanding

How very simple life would be

If only there were two of me

A Restless Me to drift and roam

A Quiet Me to stay at home.

A Searching One to find his fill

Of varied skies and newfound thrill

While sane and homely things are done

By the domestic Other One.

And that’s just where the trouble lies;

There is a Restless Me that cries

For chancy risks and changing scene,

For arctic blue and tropic green,

For deserts with their mystic spell,

For lusty fun and raising Hell!

But shackled to that Restless Me

My Other Self rebelliously

Resists the frantic urge to move.

It seeks the old familiar groove

That habits make. It finds content

With hearth and home dear imprisonment,

With candlelight and well-loved books

And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

With puttering and garden things

And dreaming while a cricket sings.

And all the while the Restless One

Insists on more exciting fun

It wants to go with every tide,

No matter where… just for the ride.

Like yowling cats the two selves brawl

Until I have no peace at all.

One eye turns to the forward track,

The other eye looks sadly back,

I’m getting wall-eyed from the strain,

(It’s tough to have an idle brain)

But One says “Stay” and One says “Go”

And One says “Yes,” and One says “No,”

And One Self wants a home and wife

And One Self craves the drifter’s life.

The Restless Fellow always wins

I wish my folks had made me twins.