Tales From A Broad

My year of teaching English in Japan is up. Next mission: backpack Asia before going home to the U.S.A. Currently HOME!


Friday, January 5

It's official. I'm putting this blog to sleep.

I figure that a) it's a new year b) life in America is not nearly as exciting as it was in Asia and c) I'm lazy. It was fun while it lasted, but this is def the last.

To those who read along with my mostly unintelligible observations in the land of bizarre--THANKS!! Your dedication and wasted time at work fed my narcissism to write about myself.

おぎんま で!

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California, here I come

Saturday, December 23

Bye Bye Asia. Hello USA.

From Hong Kong, I flew into my original hometown, Los Angeles, to spend a few days with all the family we left behind. Words do no justice, and my time with them flew by a lot faster than I would've liked it to. Here's a brief recap:

Day 1: Met up with my aunt, uncle and cousin. Ate extra cheesy lasagna. At that point, my jellyfish sting was leaking ooze through my bandages. I saw another pharmacist.

My repulsive jellyfish foot a few days after the scene of the crime.

Day 2: Met up with my other aunt, uncle, and cousin. Aunt and uncle take me to the East L.A.--the most Mexican part of the city to feast on the best chimichangas money can buy. Mama likey. Also, met up with 2 buddies of mine from college (Hey Leia and Kris!!).

My uncle and some mariachi players at the BEST Mexican joint ever

Day 3: Meet up with cousin who takes me to his job where he works with the MTV show "Pimp My Ride." Cousin shows me the fixed up Aston Martins and Cadillacs. I take many cheesey pics with the staff.

One of the top dogs from Mtv's Pimp My Ride and the cheezin as always, me

Day 4: Cousin takes me to a Halloween party. Him and his friends dress up as Mexicans and I dress up as an Asian with a Chinese dress and a Vietnamese conical hat. I held my breath all night, hoping to not get shot.

My cousin Jeff and me

My cousin Adrian and me

Day 5: Say farewell to my family who pampered me like crazy. They're incredible. I took a flight to Jacksonville, Florida to go home to my immediate family.

My parents, sisters and me :)

Another Napolean-Dynamite-Glamour-Shots family photo

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Hong Kong can do no wrong

Wednesday, December 20

Hong Kong photos -------> HERE

The skyline on top of Victoria's Peak.

My Hong Kong-German buddy, Jörg, and me

Hi Zania!

Such a lively city

Artsy-futuristic architecture

Hong Kong is a utopia of sorts. It's the best Asian example where Western and Eastern people, idealogies and customs can truly work and live side-by-side. I'm sure there's loads of prejudices and social barriers, but it might be the place in Asia that holds the least amount of both.

Thanks to England and its colonizing, virtually everyone, not just the people who deal with tourists, speak English. The streets are cleaner than mainland China and it's one of the most diverse places in Asia. The city is relatively rich so I didn't see any homeless people (although I'm sure they exist). When I showed my pictures to my sisters, they both remarked how much it resembled New York. In short, Hong Kong is the shit.

I was only their for a couple of days, just enough time to get a haircut, get on top of Victoria Peak to look at the skyline by night, take the star ferry, shop at the markets, party in Lan Kwai Fong, and sleep in Chungking Mansions (EEK! actually not as bad as people say). My trip was officially unwinding, and in a matter of hours, I'd be heading back to "the land of expanding waistlines*," the US of A.

*Nice one Adam! Ha!


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stung by a jellyfish, really!

Wednesday, December 6

Extra! Extra! My photos from Vietnam are here.

I'm not going to write much about my stay in Ho Cho Minh City (Saigon) even though that's where some of the largest underground tunnels were bult to protect the Vietnamese aginst the Americans. I don't have any pictures to put up since I lost my cheap-o camara, and as a result, I've lost the motivation to recreate everything.

F.Y.I. Did you know that the Vietnamese, while hiding underground, washed themselves with the same soap American soldiers used, to throw off the sniffing dogs?? They also stole Playboy magazines and scattered them around random locations in the jungles to trick the U.S. soldiers into believing that other American soldiers already checked that area? Smart Vietnamese.

My last stop in Vietnam was on peaceful Phu Quoc Island. One week of lying on the beach, writing, reading, eating delish seafood, swimming, drinking Vietnamese wine, and living in a bamboo bungaloo was just what I needed to take a "vacation" from this vacation. Early wake-up calls to go sightseeing weren't needed here, but mainly, I escaped to this remote island to get away from the irritating locals who would love nothing more than to sell tourists something--all the time. Thankfully, there was none of that here.

One morning, I was swimming, just minding my business, until I felt a sting on my foot that turned into a buuuurning sting in a matter of seconds. I looked down and holy shit---I got stung by a MASSIVE red jellyfish (maybe the size of 2 phone books). I went to a pharmacy where--Vietnam being the developing nation it is--they prescribed Vasoline and cotton. Consequently, my foot swelled up to the size of a rotten mango that had bursted yellow goo outside of its' skin. Disgusting? Yup. Unfortunately, I didn't take any photos of the beautiful scenery or of my "gangrine" foot (appropriately coined by my cousin).

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a new wardrobe, a crazy house, and water puppets

At the entrance of a Buddhist temple.

The rest of Vietnam looked a lot like other parts of Asia. The Chinese temples, the dragon statues, the markets, and the pagodas. Maybe it was b/c I was visiting it at the end of my trip, but I didn't find much else about Vietnam exceptional.

I made my way from the north to the south by train and bus, stopping in Hue, Hanoi, Da Lat, Hoi An and Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon).

Hanoi was quite charming because it has retained much of the colonial buildings that the French have left behind from their imperialist days. It's one of those few cities that is large, but has still kept much of its personality. One of the alleged "must-see-things" is their special water puppet theater where miniature dragons and warriors dance in a black puddle of water to the orchestra of traditional Vietnamese musicians. The magic behind the water puppets is that they are controlled by attached underwater wooden poles that are controlled by a human cast behind a curtain. That was pretty entertaining for awhile and definitely made for a unique thing to do.

Adorable Vietnamese children playing in the streets during the Moon Festival in Hanoi.

Hanoi is also known for Beer Hoi, a roughly 10¢ beer that is homemade with no preservatives or additives. The ridiculously cheap price assures that everyone--tourists and foreigners alike--get happy while the brewer sells it before it goes bad by the end of the day. No preservatives also means no hangover, a nice plus. So, all we did was sit down on those tiny plastic chairs, ordered ourselves a few rounds, and watched all the people walking down the charming Old Quarter.

Pouring Beer Hoi.

Hoi An is world famous for all the tailors around town. I swear you can buy a whole new wardrobe for less than $200. I'm talking tailor-made boots, suits, ties, dresses, skirts, pants, everything!! I went crazy in this town and got myself a new wardrobe compliments of the local village ladies and their sewing skills. I had to mail home all of my new, perfectly made clothes.

Hoi An was right on the river.

Hue is the town where a lot of the country's crafts and cultural items are made. Think conical hats, sandalwood incense and sandals.

Rows of hand-made incense in Hue.

A woman making the notorious conical hat in Hue.

Da Lat was a bit of a let down since it was recommended to me by so many people. It's the Vietnamese highlands, which means there's cooler weather and nice scenery. That turned out to be true, but I also heard that Easy Riders--a group of middle-aged Vietnamese on old motorcycles who gave special tours--were amazing too, but I found them to be average at best.

Maybe the most enjoyable thing about Da Lat was "The Crazy House." It was built by an eccentric, artsy-fartsy woman that dreamt of a topsy-turvy house with stairways that lead to nowhere. God knows how many drugs she did when she dreamt it up, but it's pretty spectacular to see it.

The psychedelic "crazy house" popular with locals and tourists in Da Lat.

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Halong Bay, Vietnam

Not many sunsets rival this one.

A cruise in Vietnam? Halong Bay is where you can do it, where almost 2,000 limestone islands dot the coast of northern Vietnam. A Vietnamese legend tells of a family of dragons that came to Vietnam to protect them against the Chinese invaders by spitting jewels in the ocean, which eventually turned into these jungle islands.

Cruising through all the tiny islands.

One of the caves we went to (thanks for letting me steal this one Dave).

Caves and beaches can be found on many of these islands, and a picturesque sunset/sunrise is a given. We took a 2-day cruise boat along this UNESCO heritage site that turned into a party boat by night.

We explored caves, jumped off our boat into the ocean, slept on the rooftop,played the guitar, and just vegged out. It was the perfect relaxation from the hiking we did in Sapa.

The cops who tried to negotiate my hand in marriage.

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at the market

Tuesday, December 5

The Sunday market where this Vietnamese tribe sells EVERYTHING like vegetables...

...sugar cane...


...and pigs.

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sleeping with Vietnamese hill tribes

Tuesday, November 28

These women from the local tribes helpes us along the way.

Sapa is probably the best place Vietnam has to offer. This northern town is near the Chinese border and has the most beautiful mountains. After centuries of hard-work, the locals have cultivated rice terraces into the mountains. If there is a stairway to heaven, Sapa is where it is. These lime-green rice paddies look like large steps on the dark green mountains.

Mountain rice paddies = Stairway to Heaven

For only two day, I went trekking through these mountains to visit hill-tribes in their villages, eat their local foods and take lots and lots of pictures of the scenery. The hike itself wouldn't have been so difficult if it wasn't for the muddy floor and rainy conditions. Each person in my group took a bamboo stick and hoped for the best.

A 6 year-old girl from one of the nearby villages followed me the entire afternoon. She told me about how she walks these 9 kilometers every day with her sisters. In some ways, she reminded me of those pictures that you see in brochures from non-profit organizations for the poor. Her hat was tattered and her clothes were plain. For sure, she was poor. Once we got to her village, she asked me over and over again if I wanted to buy something from her.

My little buddy who took me to her village.

It struck me. Of course, these tribes are poor. Money was never an object in their lifestyles until tourism banged on their doors: a new opportunity to pry into another, otherwise, isolated community. This was the first time the word "poverty" didn't carry a negative stigma for me. These people were happy and self-sustainable without money (what a novelty), but now they're addicted to tourists.

That night, an old widower from the village cooked us dinner and let us sleep in her house. Dishes of friend garlic and greens, steamed rice, tofu and tomatoes, fried beef and ginger....oh man. I hadn't eaten so well like that in a looong time.

To finish us off, she brought 2 jugs of homemade rice wine to celebrate one of the Isreali's in my group's birthday. So you've got to imagine it: 2 Swedes, 2 Isrealis, 3 Russians, 1 American (me), 1 Danish, 1 Ozzie, and 3 Vietnamese taking shots from this old lady who didn't stop pouring our glasses until we passed out. They sang traditional songs. We sang the "Happy Birthday" song in our respective languages. They exchanged farming stories. We exchanged traveling stories.

Everyone congratulating Roi for being born a couple decades ago.

Group shot right after dinner. Mmmm...

Iness shwowing our hostess the Russina way to drink.

The next day, we continued our trek through the mountains in our hangover haze. Along the way there were schools to visit and farmers in conical hats to see. The trip was practically over and I was soon on myway back to Hanoi.

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Good Morning Vietnam!

The scariest and most painful journey of my life was getting from Luang Prabang, Laos to Hanoi, Vietnam. Going 90 MPH over a dirt road with pot-holes in a mini-van with worn down suspensions in the middle of the night isn't exactly a vacation. Alas, we made it alive, so I can't complain.

In less than one hour of arriving into Vietnam, I'd witnessed an angry woman scream and throw a bicycle at another angry woman; a restaurant-owner boast about his virtual immunity from the corrupt policemen and his drug trafficking across the Vietnam-Laos border; and the bus driver push my friends and me to the back of the bus with the suitcases, a [probably broken] computer tower and a bag of bananas.

Vietnam and I were already getting on a bad start.

What was it about the Vietnamese that pissed me off? In my 3 weeks in that country, I found a lot of them (at least the ones who deal with tourists) to be liars. It's sad that I have to write them off like that, but I found that to be true more times than not. A driver would assure me that he really was taking em to a market, only to take me to his brother's shop. We'd pay for a kayaking trip only to get taken to a restaurant-boat. Some may say that maybe it's a misunderstanding, a language barrier. I say that they know perfect English when they're selling something to foreigners. They tell us what we want to hear, no matter how false the reality really is.

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I knew this would happen

Sunday, November 26

I knew I'd come home and be so consummed with seeing everyone and doing everything that I wasn't able to do while I was away, that I'd completely neglect my blog. Seeing family, friends, doctors, unpacking, calling, job-hunting, sleeping...i've been B-U-S-Y. So here's my last attempt at remembering the rest of the trip-Laos, Vietnam and Hong Kong--and I'll try to get it done ASAP.

This woman was one of the many locals feeding the monks at dawn. This is commonly known as the Morning Alms.

VanVieng, Laos was one of the hardest places I pulled myself away from. The people i met, the kids I taught, the town itself, swimming the Mekong Delta, everything about it was addicting. Alas, time and money were running out so i headed north to Luang Prabang. The charm? It has on of the biggest monk populations in Asia, and any walk down the streets at 5AM proves it.

It's called the Morning Alms and it happens every day in this religious little city of Laos. Dozens of lines of about 15 monks of all ages walk down the streets with urns strapped around their shoulders. They use them to collect food from the local people who have wait patiently on their knees to donate food to these monks on their daily walks. Usually balls of sticky rice, the local people place it in each of the monk's urns for blessings.

To see the otherwise vacant streets with dots of bright orange is one of the best wake up calls I've ever had. Before the sun rises, men and women faithfully get on their knees, everyday to feed the monks.

Other than that, the city has the usual wats (temples) and a calm night market to buy lots of local crafts like woven blankets and handmade fans. The second biggest draw though, is the massive waterfall a few kilometers outside of town. I had befriended a couple of American guys who came with me to the waterfalls. These were people I had met when during our tubing trip down the Mekong River where one of the owners of a restaurant negotiated the price of his daughter--in dirt--to these guys. Despite the "No Swimming" signs, we got in for some good ol' catching up on that ridiculous day.

Buddha Park.

I also didn't get to write about going to capital of Laos (Vientienne) where the random Buddha Park is. There had to have been at least 30 Hindi-Buddhists statues strewn across the lawn of this massive park. Monks and tourists alike come here to compare heads with this bug Buddha statue.

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asian classifieds: calling all monks

Thursday, November 16

Tired of your faded red bamboo mat? Sick of being the only monk in town?

Dream no more because Luang Prabang, Laos is the perfect monk-friendly community. Bask in Buddha glory as you and your new monk friends frolic through the rice markets in the afternoon.

4AM wakeup calls getting you down? Set your gold bells with your new friends!

After midday meditation, enjoy the smells of sandalwood incense from some of the more than 60 wats (temples) in Luang Prabang--a gentle reminder that this is one of the world's largest communities for monks just like you!! There's something for everyone in Luang Prabang, whether you're a novice or you've attained enlightenment:

  • Eat all of your rice and lemongrass meals along the Mekong River.
  • Fasting? Stroll by Western restaurants serving meat to supress your hunger and scoff at their sinister ways.
  • Get all of your Buddhist festival gear at the local night market.
  • Not holy enough? Enjoy self-mortification at one of the many stunning watrefalls just a few kilometers outside the city's center.

This holier-than-thou city community comes complete with many spectacular views, including this one over the city.

If dreams of new orange robes and friends to match have been keeping your pensive chants away, come to Luang Prabang, Laos!! Buddha's #1 choice for holy living.

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stay tuned

Friday, November 10

I'm home in Jacksonville, Florida and there's so much to write. Here's a preview:

Waterfalls . . Angry women throwing bikes . . A 33 hour bus ride . . Vietnam . . Trekking through the mountains . . Sleeping with hill tribes . . Rice wine . . Night cruises . . Caves . . Singing on rooftops . . 10¢ beer . . Water puppets . . A new tailor-made wardrobe . . A cute Englishman . . Remote Vietnamese island . . Night swimming . . Glow-in-the-dark plankton . . Bungalow on the beach . . Stung by a jellyfish . . Scammed out of $140 . . Underground tunnels during the Vietnam War . . Haircut in Hong Kong . . A cute German . . Mountaintop at night . . Flew to Los Angeles . . Ungodly amounts of cheese . . Jetlagged . . Visited relatives there . . In N' Out burgers . . Halloween party, 4 Mexican guys and an Asian. The set of MTV's Pimp My Ride . . Flew to Florida . . Sooooo jetlagged . . Sick from all the cheese . . Trick or treated with Ferny . . Disney World's International Food & Wine Festival . . Jury duty . .

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i'm coming home*

Monday, October 23

As you can see I've been updating this blog like a maniac in the past few weeks. There's just too much for me to catch up on, and I was slightly worried that I wouldn't have time to do it when I get home. Alas, this is my last post until I settle down in the US.

This is it. Almost a year and half ago, I left America for Asia, fresh-eyed and optimistic. Clueless about what would happen there, but excited nonetheless. I had no expectations. Now I'm at the end of it, and my head is overflowing with new ideas and opinions about everything. I could go on and on about what I've learned, but I'll spare you a lot of it.

I left home to make myself as vulnerable and insecure as possible by taking away all the familiarity that being home cacoons me with. I wanted to learn my boundaries so I could defy them. I'm not sure if I've accomplished any of this, although maybe I'm making a start. One thing is for sure though--exploring Asia woke me up.

Never in my life have I been more aware of myself, of life and the of world. My strengths and-- especially--my weaknesses. How much potential there is in life. All the opportunities in the world. It makes me so excited, my head feels like it's going to explode.

How did this all happen? It's not just because I was in a new country with new people (undoubtedly this is the fundamental part of it though). It's seems more than that. I believe that a lot of it has to do with the solitude. The isolation from everything I've ever known. No one pressured me to leave. If anything, there were some who discouraged me to leave, or at least were baffled as to why I chose this path. No one was with me from the beginning to the end. In spirit, yes. But in the physical, no. No friends from home. No boyfriend. No roomate. No co-worker. Every single decision has been mine. All the mistakes and successes were solely mine.

In the past I mostly kept this to myself, but now I'm not afraid to say that my time abroad, occasionally, put me in a dark place. I don't think I've ever experienced more dissappointments in my personal life than during my time in Japan. And this isn't a direct result of the country at all. Death. Love. Family. Old friends. New friends. Details are boring. I just left home at a bizaare time in my life. Many people stood by me, and some even tried to help. A few walked away. Most didn't suspect a thing.

Make no mistake. There are no slit wrists here. It seems like the worst is over and I'm slowly surfacing, noticing so much about life like it's my first time. Luckily, I had so many unforgettable, phenomenal, life-changing, unbelievable experiences to enlighten me. This blog doesn't do justice to my time away. It only scratches the surface. How can I describe what it's like to see Laos women faithfully get on their knees at dawn to sacrifice food to monks? Or how I felt when my tiny Japanese students walked me home, as far home as their parents would let them? Or what the sunrise over an unspoiled Malaysian island looks like? Or how many eye-opening conversations I've had with Russians, Singaporians, Isrealis, Dutch, Thais, Australians, Colombians, Welsh, Angolans...?

I'm finally awake and I'm coming home.

*I'm a private person. I tend to shy away from revealing personal info, the real stuff, that makes me "Christine," on my blog. After all, its a public website! But, I think I'm going to make an exception this time as to commemorate my homecoming. Plus, I owe to you guys--the people who have kept up with me the whole way through. Thanks for reading!

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once home, I'm excited to...

...walk down the streets without being noticed [for being a foreigner].

....wear flip-flops in the winter again.

....go to the dentist.

....drive my car.

....eat Mexican food. The kind out of the back of an old pick-up truck off the side of the road.

....eat a variety of real cheeses and cereals, chocolate, whole grain bread, wine, soft chocolate chip cookies that are a little raw in the middle, BBQ cheeseburgers, buffalo chicken sandwhiches, dipping pizza in ranch sauce, my mom's Cuban food, hummus, salsa, chocolate cake, macaroni and cheese, lasagna...

....watch all the good movies I missed.

...take Lucy to the dog park. :)

....meet outgoing guys [who aren't afraid to approach a girl].

....be home for the holidays.

...take my nephew trick-or-treating.

....sit-down toilets.

....my bed.

...see everyone!

....fly 13 hours in a plane.

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tubing down the mekong-part 2

Sunday, October 22

My pictures from Laos are all here.
Our last beer stop before getting back on the river. FYI: night swimming and drinking in a foreign country is totally safe.

Check out the sign directly above his head. Hmmm... Interesting.

These are some of my favorite people I met on this trip. From left to right: Damien (Australia), Sylvie (France), me (USA, but you already knew that), Peter (Germany), Adam (USA)

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tubing down the mekong river-part 1

From left to right: Peter, Sylvie and Tim farting around in tubes on the Mekong.

Some would describe Van Vieng the "Cancun of Laos." It's notorious for the long afternoon trips down the Mekong River. We, the crew from the organic farm, were addicted to tubing and would take as many opportunities to do it. We floated the river 3 times before we all left town.

The beauty of tubing, is that there are little bars/restaurants along the river that pull in energetic tubers from some wholesome drinking. Thus, it earned its' Cancun reputation. As if drinking and swimming weren't safe enough, they also have these huge flying swings where people can test their mortality, or show off with summersaults into the Mekong. It was so much fun!! The first time is such a rush and you feel like you're never going to slow down enough to fall in the water.

Me on the notorious flying swing.

The whole experience is without doubt, one of the "must do's" of Southeast Asia. There's no other place in the world like it. Aside from the fun to be had meeting fellow tubers, dancing in the bars, tempting fate off the swings, and floating lazily down one of the most famous rivers in the world, it's also stunningly gorgeous. Giant limestone cliffs line the river all the way to the end. This has got to be one of my favorite places in the world.

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working on the organic farm

Saturday, October 21

Sylvie with our primary school class.

The organic farm had lots of chances to volunteer. We could do anything from paint houses to landscaping to teaching English to the village kids. I had originally had my heart set on helping the women make mulberry tea by hand. I've never done anything like that before, but my very first day on the farm, Peter and Sylvie asked Adam and I if we wanted to help out with the English classes. We couldn't turn the invitation down.

Recess time: this shoe and rope game was the most popular game at the village.

I'm still a bit weary about teaching English again since my job in Japan is still so fresh in my mind. I never thought I'd be doing it so soon, especially on my vacation! We tagged along and it was a lot more enjoyable than I thought it'd be. It hardly felt like work. There were 2 classes, the first filled with young children, no older than 10. This was, by far, my favorite class. "teaching" them is a another word for playing with them. The second class is comprised of the teens. We were all so impressed with how much English they all seemed to know. Way more than any of my classes in Japan. Sidenote:I found that the poorer a country is, the more English the locals know. Survival surely plays a part in this.

Peter and I singing the classic, "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes."

I had only planned to volunteer in the English class that day, but the kids were just too addicting. So many of them asked us to come back the next day. Eventually, I ended up teaching English to them for a week!

At the end of the older class, the students performed a traditional Laos dance and tried to teach it to us too. We were pitiful, but it was still a lot of fun to try! Thankfully, Sylvie has been dancing her whole life and did a Dirty Dancing-esque routine for all the boys and girls. How can I describe to you what it was like to see Sylvie booty-dancing in front of all these teenage boys and girls? Whether the students were scared or impressed, or both, was hard to tell, but one thing was for sure: they wanted more and they wanted to learn how to dance!

Our older students teaching us the traditional Laos dance.

By the end of the week, Sylvie gained the unofficial title as the "Hip-hop instructor." Now that's internationalization!

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the organic farm

Thursday, October 19

The infamous organic farm.

The organic farm in Van Vieng, Laos is the perfect place to get away from it all and feel like your doing something good for the community. Mr. T is the owner of this farm, not a man of many words, but still interesting, nonetheless. He used to live in Bulgaria, which for a Laos person, is pretty extraordinary. The farm is also a guesthouse and restaurant. Goat cheese, mulberry pancakes, pumpkin soup, and Harvest curry are just some of the choices on their menu. All organic and all tasy.

Our rooms overlooked the cliffs.

All of these things are nice and all, but the main reason why I loved this farm is because I met an amazing group of people who were staying there as well. There was Sylvie, a Parisian, who has got to be the only French person I know who doesn't like Paris. There was Peter from Munich who worked on the farm last year and loved it so much, that he came back. There was Adam from New Jersey who did the Peace Corps in Bulgaria and even taught English in Japan on the same program as me (JET program)! There was Tim from Oregan who is taking a year off to travel the world. And there was Matt from Texas who just finished his 2-year job teaching English in Vietnam. We were a force to be reckoned with.

Our furry wake up calls--the baby goats.

Every morning, I'd wake up to baby goats walking up and down the hall outside our rooms. They were only a week old and were so friggin' adorable. One of them was like a little puppy and would let us pet him. It was really sad though because a mosquite bit his eyelid and by the end of my week at the farm, it had completely swollen shut. Thus, the name "Quazimoto." Hopefully, he's still alive. If not, R.I.P. Quazi.
Coming soon: Working on the organic tubing and tubing down the Mekong River!

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