Yesterday I was the solo English teaching at Bangkhonthiinai – khon diaw as they say in Thai.  Tod was otherwise engaged, Ken was at home waiting for a plumber to come repair a leaky drain, and Markus was with Tam in Japan.  It reminded me of the “early days” of my teaching, when I was often the only person there.

One lesson I had to relearn yesterday is to tune out the background noise when working with the children.  It seems that a group of children that age are incapable of working quietly unless they are being specifically engaged by their teacher.  Sometimes I cannot work with the entire class at once and instead need to work with smaller groups or individuals.

Homework – gaanbaan – is a case in point.  It takes a minute or two to review each child’s homework with them, but without that time to check and correct pronunciation, spelling and penmanship, the homework is wasted effort.  But while I’m doing that, the rest of the children are talking, playing around, and constantly needing to be told haam kuey, khian dai!  (Stop chatting; write!)

During one exercise where a group of children was practicing what to say when someone tells you they have a test or a competition (“good luck!”), the classroom suddenly went from ebullient to silent.  I turned around: sure enough, Ajarn Yai was standing at the doorway.  It takes the principal to bring order to my classroom.

For awhile Tod and I had requested that another teacher be in the room to help maintain discipline.  That lasted for a few weeks but has faded away.  I don’t blame them; when I (or we) am teaching it creates an opportunity for the regular teachers to get other things done.  Still, the incessant din in the background makes it harder to the children to learn because they don’t hear or pay attention to what’s being said.

Thailand’s version of “No Child Left Behind” – George W. Bush’s education policy that mandates testing of U.S. students at various grade levels and teachers will tell you results in them simply “teaching to the test” instead of educating the children – is the Sixth Grade National Test.  The sixth graders at Bangkhonthiinai will take their test on February 13th and last week I was given a copy of the English language section and asked to review it with the students.

Next week, in fact, we’ll do a special cram session just for the sixth graders.  Reviewing the test as a native speaker, I find some of the questions a bit… awkward?  For example, in one question there is a cartoon showing a man who has just bumped into a woman.  The woman says, “Ow!”  The man’s response should be which of the following:

1. Excuse me!
2. Oh! I’m Sorry.
3. I’m very sad.
4. I feel bad.

The best answer is number 2, but I’d argue that number 1 is completely appropriate, too.  Maybe I’m just overanalyzing the test – I did that in elementary school, too – but I’m not sure it is measuring what’s really important.

Just as I had given up all hope that ruuduu naew (cold season) would continue and had resigned myself to the arrival of ruuduu ron (hot season), I’ve been pleasantly surprised at its brief reappearance.  Sunday morning temperatures were down to 65 F / 19 C and very breezy.  This is possibly the coldest I’ve seen here in Khrungthep.  And the forecast is for similar overnight lows for the next four or five days.

It was perfect riding weather and Sunday morning about 7:30 Markus and I set off to try urban cycling in the Big Mango another time.  Our last outing to the old city several months ago was beset by heavy traffic including a university graduation, a parade, and a marathon. 

Our 24 km circuit was not physically that difficult – all the streets were level and paved – but the mental alertness required when riding in an urban environment makes it much more challenging, I think, than riding in the countryside.

We headed up Asoke to the train tracks and then paralleled them (and the construction site of the new Airport Line inner-city terminal, pictured here) until we reached Thanon Si Ayutthaya, which we followed all the way to the Chitlada Palace Complex, noted on the map below.  This includes Chitlada Palace, where the King currently lives, as well as (across the street) Dusit Zoo, the Parliament Building, and the Throne Hall.  We were able to ride through some of that complex before heading to Khlong Phadung.

Geography Lesson

The older part of Khrungthep is a series of three islands, bordered on the west by the Chao Phraya River and on the east by three concentric, man-made khlongs (canals).  The smallest island, labeled “A” on the picture, is Rattanokosin Island.  It contains the Grand Palace (indicated by a marker), the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, Sanam Luang parade grounds, and Silpakorn and Thammasat universities.  It was the original city founded by King Rama I in 1782.

The next island, labeled “B” on the picture, is Phra Nakhon Island.  It contains many additional government buildings, City Hall, and the Democracy Monument.  There is a fine self-guided audio tour you can take of this part of the old city.

The third island, labeled “C” on the picture and defined by Khlong Phadung (dotted line to the right of the island), is actually two different islands as Khlong Mahanak (which becomes Khlong Saen Saeb further east) bisects it near Golden Mount.  The north portion is Pom Prap Sattru Phai and contains the UN Conference Centre, the Ratchadamnoen Boxing Stadium, and several government ministries.  The south portion is Samphan Thawong and contains the Temple of the Golden Mount (the only hill in Khrungthep) and Chinatown, called Yawarot by locals.

Markus and I followed Khlong Phadung along the border of the third island.  The khlong changes names a few times but we ended up by Hua Lamphong Railway Station.  All along the khlong, the city is doing major reconstruction to improve the area and make it more attractive.  This includes installing new pedestrian bridges (pictured left, waiting to be lifted into place), repaving walkways along both banks of the khlong, installing new lamp posts, and planting more trees.  When it is completed, it will be a very nice walk, a smaller version of strolling along the Seine in Paris.  With better curry, too.

I’ve already written one self-guided walking tour (no audio recorded yet) for the Rama I / Phloenchit area including the Jim Thompson House.  I think the next one I write will be for a walk along Khlong Phadung.  It passes many interesting sights including a variety of architectural styles and types of markets.  Future visitors stay tuned for more developments.

Tawn and I have taken some concrete steps towards finding a condominium to purchase.  Yesterday we met for the first time with an agent and went to view condos at four different locations.  Unlike in the United States, you don’t work exclusively with one agent because there are not universal listings.  Any given agent will only be aware of a limited number of available properties.  In this case our agent works for Plus Properties, a developer of medium-sized projects usually aimed at the mid-market.  He also handles some properties that aren’t developed by Plus, and he seems very willing to work with us to look at a variety of places.

We’ve been frank that we don’t expect to purchase anything in the next three months.  We’ve also been firm about our price range: 4-5 million baht.

The challenge, I think, is that what we’re looking for needs to serve two purposes.  Our strategy is, in the short term (3-5 years) for the condo to be the place we live.  After that we anticipate buying another place, possibly an actual house or a larger condominium or maybe we’ll be living with Tawn’s parents by then – who knows? – and using this first condo as a rental property.  So it needs to be sufficiently large to meet our living needs now, but also has to have features that would make it appealing for high-end renters (read: expats) in the future.  Unfortunately, those features such as a swimming pool, fitness center, etc. are not necessarily important to us personally yet they help drive up the price.

Two places we saw yesterday were in the Phra Khanong area (Sukhumvit 67-69), which is an appealing loation, just one stop from the end of the Sukhumvit Skytrain line.  The first, at Plus Sukhumvit, is a mid-rise building (17 stories) only 3-4 minutes walk from the Skytrain.  The 2 bedroom, 2 bath is a little small at 60 square meters (multiple by 10 for square feet) and the kitchen would be frustratingly small.  But the facilities are very nice and the location is super-convenient for a renter.

The second place, Plus 67, is on the north side of Sukhumvit and is a little deeper in the soi, about a 6 minute walk to the station.  The 2 bed / 2 bath condo there is larger, 73 square meters, and the kitchen is a little more workable.  But the facilities, while okay, aren’t that special.  The slightly longer walk would be a drawback in renting, although not terrible.  Both locations would require some remodeling work to replace cheap laminate floors and improve the kitchens.

We’ll continue to look, especially along the Skytrain and subway lines, and see what else we can get for our money.  With potential political and economic instability here, I’m not in a great rush to buy, but we’ll see how that plays out.

My new responsibility is home nurse, taking care of Tawn over the past twenty-four hours as he’s been recovering from a bout of the stomach flu.  I don’t know if it was something he ate or just a bug he acquired somewhere in the course of his day, but he was finally able to eat some plain congee last night and keep it down, so he must be heading towards health.

As a result, we had to cancel dinner plans last night with a friend from San Francisco who is now working in Jakarta.  He and his partner own a condo here in Khrungthep so no doubt there will be another opportunity to visit.  There’s also dinner plans this evening to cook with Tawn’s friend Ja at her cooking school.  Hard to believe it has been six months since we last did that.

After my Thai tutoring yesterday, an intense two hours learning about the Thai educational system – lots of technical vocabulary – Ken and Markus met me at Bitter Brown, the coffee shop / bistro where I do my lessons, for lunch.  I decided to invite them to meet me there so they could meet my teacher, Khruu Kitiya.  Ken is now living here and wants to start studying, and Markus studies intermittently but his tutor charges half again what Khun Kitiya charges.  So hopefully they make some connection.

Recently, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to planning and urban development issues here in the Big Mango.  Urban planning is a field I briefly considered entering, and I took some prerequisite sociology courses at University of California, Riverside, during the six months I studied there.  It build nicely off my experience doing architectural drafting during high school, which ended up being an area of emphasis.  Ultimately, I won’t go back at this point and fulfill the educational requirements to work in the field, but it remains an area of interest.

On my street alone, the seven-minute walk from the apartment to the corner of Sukhumvit Road, there is a ferocious amount of building and renovation activity.

For example, across from the Siam Society there is a project (I think a condominium but maybe a hotel?  You can never tell the way they market buildings these days) called Millennium Sukhumvit.  I posted this picture of the construction site in November 2005, shortly after I moved here.

They were still building the foundation and under-structure, which has to stretch down quite far to reach more stable soil as the entire Khrungthep area is a massive flood-plain.  Below is a picture from Thursday of this week, showing the project in its current state (with the green shroud):

Just up the street from the Millennium Sukhumvit, on the opposite site, are a pair of older office buildings.  One was occupied as a branch of Thai Military Bank until just a few months ago and is about eight stories tall.  The other is about twelve stories and has been unoccupied since I moved here, but  its car park in the back serves as overflow parking for the Siam Society (located next door) when they have events.  Between the two in the front part of the property is a small one-story hawker center where I sometimes eat lunch – the yellow wall in the photo below is the hawker center.  The Thai Military Bank building has the narrow windows behind it.

I’ve noticed over the past week or so that workers have been gutting both buildings.  Everything from insulation to HVAC vents (probably no heating, just VAC) to desks have been removed into dumpsters.  Yesterday they started the process of breaking up the sidewalks and driveways surrounding the buildings, which leads me to believe that a full-scale demolition will occur soon. 

How would they do that, use explosives to implode the buildings?  Maybe the other buildings are too close, though.

On the corner of Asoke and Sukhumvit, right next to the Skytrain and subway stations, on what must be one of the most valuable corners in the city, is a new construction site.  I think the entrance is technically one block over on Sukhumvit Soi 23, but it will front the main intersection.  No signs indicating whether this is office space, condos, a hotel, retail, or a combination of things.  It would be a good location for a mixed-use building although the footprint is a little small.  What is interesting is how the property is key-shaped, the developers apparently not being able to buy the smaller abandoned shop houses to the right of the construction site.  The entrance to the MRTA (subway) is on the far left of the picture.

Interestingly, there is a billboard for The River, a high-end 70-story condominium complex to be build across the river from the Shangri-La Hotel.  To put it in context, the Shangri-La and surrounding hotels are maybe 25-30 stories tall, if that.  The State Tower (with the golden dome and outdoor bar and restaurant), which is the tallest building nearby and the second-tallest in the city, is only 68 stories.  Baiyoke II Tower is 81 but is further away.  Subsequent to its approval, the Bangkok Metropolitan Authority has capped future riverside construction at eight stories.  That’s right, eight.  We’ve seen one project so far that makes it look like they will enforce that cap.

In my neighborhood there’s also been a lot of properties that have been recently renovated and cleaned up.  This picture is on the corner of Asoke and Sukhumvit 21/1 (i.e. the first sub-soi off Asoke), location of the dueling 7-11’s.  (One on the right hand side of the picture, the other directly across the street.)

This building, which used to be the Asoke Art Gallery and seems physically connected to the Phra-Samit Tower (behind it), has been ugly from day one.  Dirty exterior concrete, broken sidewalk area around it, etc.  They’ve been doing interior work to transform it into something and the inside is looking nice.  This week they started painting and updating the exterior.  Sadly, no amount of work will remove the hideous web of cable and telephone wires that are tangled in front of it, so this building is destined to always be ugly. 

Of course, we recently had the recent renovation of the Asoke Bazaar building on Sukhumvit 21/1.  I haven’t been in to see what is actually being sold there but the building has added some color to the neighborhood. 

Unfortunately the building owners put someone on the street corner most of the mid-day with a megaphone to bark announcements at passers-by about the grand bargains to be had at Asoke Bazaar.  Noise pollution in a city that already has a plentiful supply of it.

Bangkhonthiinai is located in Samut Songkhram, the smallest province in the Kingdom of Thailand and, befitting its gulf-side location, one of the largest producers of sea salt.  Near the highway are an endless field of shallow pools, filled with seawater from nearby irrigation canals by the use of a rudimentary but age-old system of windmill-powered “buckets on a chain.”  When the pools sit empty during rainy season they are just shallow fields, but during the rest of the year they become a thousand mirrors, reflecting the hazy pink sunrises and the brownish-blue late afternoons as I go to and return from the province.

At least twice a year the salt is harvested, a manual process with long handled scoops that results in these orderly lines of small salt pyramids that are visually very appealing.  The salt is then washed and processes and while most of it is shipped off for sale elsewhere, the highway is dotted by small stands selling bags of locally produced sea salt in every size from a few grams to fifty kilos.

A comprehensive evaluation was the order of the day on Wednesday.  Tod and I had created a seven-part process for measuring students’ comprehension of English:

• Dictation and spelling of ten words
• Identifying the correctly spelled word out of three, printed next to a picture of the word
• Viewing pictures and correctly naming the item
• Reading flash cards with words written on them
• Seeing a set of pictures and identifying the correct picture when that word is called out
• Making sentences about pictures in a small booklet of photographs

We also evaluated pronunciation as well as confidence, behavior, and participation.  Some interesting conclusions we’ve drawn:

We have spent a lot of time focusing on vocabulary acquisition, to the detriment of sentence construction.  There were many cases where students could identify elements of a photograph but lacked the verbs and prepositions to tie them together.  Thus, we had “dog” and “man” and, in Thai, “sleeps on.”  But we couldn’t put that together in English.  I think that each week we need to practice making sentences about a photograph or scenario, as well as practicing vocabulary.

The other thing that everyone, even the otherwise high performing sixth graders, had trouble with was the spelling.  So we’re going to institute spelling quizzes every week.  Spelling English is a bear, I realize, but once you know how sounds are constructed it makes it easier to read unfamiliar words.

All in all, the tests were well-received.  No anxiety, little whining.  The way we did the testing, since it involved a lot of one-on-one work, meant that the students had a pretty relaxing day.  Several did origami and one student made a large paper lotus that was surprisingly intricate.  I think he has a crush on his teacher!

After school a group of students were playing a game that was similar to jump rope except they used a long elastic band stretched between two students and a third jumped into and out of it.  If you looked really close (if the picture resolution was that high!) you would see that the elastic band is actually a chain of several hundred rubber bands carefully put together.  How laborious!

Construction of another condominium is commencing in our neighborhood, two blocks over on soi 23.  There are currently five or six projects I can see from our balcony.  The specific area for this project is directly in the center of the picture, with a blue tarp on a small building that is being demolished to make way for the condo.  The small green fences on either side of the condemned building mark the periphery of the construction site.

As this neighborhood sits right at the crossroads of two rail transit lines, both of which will be expanded soon, and is just one subway stop from what will become the in-town terminal for the airport express train, I’m very supportive of the idea of in-fill growth.  Increased density of housing will make much better use of land and promote the use of transit.

The problem is, the projects being built here are upper mid range and higher.  If the in-fill is going to help reduce overall traffic, there needs to be housing built here for the middle and lower-middle range (as well as the low-end but those areas are actually well-established in Khlong Toei).  Without it, the spread of middle and lower-middle range suburban style housing estates will flourish on the outskirts of Khrungthep, and with them an army of citizens and their fleet of cars that have no good transit options and opt to drive in to work every day.

Speaking with my sister this morning (Sunday evening Kansas City time) she was telling me how they received about six inches of snow the previous night so had taken my four-year old niece Emily out to make a snow man during the day.  While on the phone with my sister, there was suddenly a long silence and then I heard the door open and she shouted, “Hey!  Stop that!”

Never having heard her shout like that, I feared that perhaps my niece was being particularly naughty.

As it turned out, while she was sitting in the living room talking to me on the phone, a group of teenagers pulled up in a car, ran out and slaughtered the snow man in their front yard.  All this while my niece was watching.  Imagine the trauma and scarring!

So I spoke with her a few minutes later and she was recounting how her snow man, named Frosty, had been made with a carrot nose and coal eyes.  Then she told me that some boys had “bashed” Frosty and next time she would build the snow man next to the house, behind a wall.  Good planning.

I’m shocked, though, with such callous vandalism.  What does that forbode for when they become older?  Thievery?  Knocking over old ladies in their walkers?  Child abuse?  It isn’t a good sign.

Note: the photo is for representative purposes, only.

It is amazing what you can accomplish if you start your day at 3:00 am.  Tawn came home from his parents’ house at 2:00 Sunday morning after having had a very good conversation with his father about a dozen different subjects.  Since Tawn didn’t have his house keys with him, he rang me up to come open the door.  After settling in, he debriefed me on the conversation by which time my brain was fully awake and active again.  So when Tawn decided to hit the hay at 3:00 I was unable to get back to sleep.

Really, you can accomplish a lot if you start at 3:00.  The internet connection, which has been noticeably impaired since the Taipei earthquake several weeks ago, zips right along in the middle of the night.  I was able to complete another ten pages of my yearbook project on Shutterfly, which normally requires laboriously long and sometimes incomplete downloads.

Of course I was a little bit tired by the time the sun rose, but by then I was in the car with two bicycles strapped on the back, on my way to pick up Markus.  We did a shorter than usual 20 km ride out near Minburi in a morning with air so humid you could top a latte with a scoop of it.  Speaking of which, since we rode less than normal that afforded time for a coffee before he headed off to church.

Okay, I’m not superman: I did have a twenty minute power nap after I came home.  Then Tawn and I met Tod for lunch at Bug and Bee, Otto and Han’s little find in the Silom area.  The food is tasty but you can’t be in a rush, for the service is erratic.  After lunch we plugged in our laptops and Tod and I developed the examination we’re going to administer to the students this week.  Nearing the end of the academic year in Thailand (another seven weeks or so) Ajarn Yai has asked us to assess the students as part of their overall progress report.

I’ll talk a bit more about the examination on Wednesday, but I think it will sufficiently measure the skills of spelling, recognizing written vocabulary, recognizing spoken vocabulary, reading, pronunciation, and constructing sentences.  We have set up different groups of vocabulary for grades 1-3 and for grades 4-6 and these are hopefully of sufficient difficulty to identify higher-performing students while still allowing below-performing students to get some parts correct.  Don’t want any “zeros.”

For some reason, after lunch we decided to run errands up on Thanon Ratchadapisek, which is what our street (Asoke) becomes when it crosses the Rama IX expressway.  Traffic can be messy up there and sure enough, it was heavy.  We inched our way to Carrefour and HomePro, fought the crowds inside, and then inched our way back home.  Inching aside, I decided to whip up a nice Sunday dinner: Emmental cheese souffle, fried mixed sausages, and mixed green salad. 

The secret to the souffle is to keep it simple by using Jacques Pepin’s recipe from his mother, which she created as a new bride before anyone taught her that the egg whites are meant to be separated and beaten.  Since there is no separation and beating, two more laborious steps are removed yet the results turn out just as beautifully.

Saturday afternoon after a morning of running errands I headed home and Tawn picked up his mother from her home.  Typical of many Thai housewives, Khun Nui doesn’t get out and have as much fun as she’d like, instead staying at home and running the household.  So on occasion we try to spirit her away so she can have some fun without Tawn’s father!

First stop was our apartment, where she sampled some homemade banana bread.  Then after visiting for a while, we caught a taxi over to Basillico restaurant on Sukhumvit Soi 23.  Having lived for two years in Italy way back in the years before Tawn’s birth (that would be, what, about sixteen years ago?) she is very much in her element in an Italian setting and can still speak proficient Italian.

We ordered a bottle of prosecco and after not even half a glass she was tipsy.  A plate of prosciutto and salami came and went, then a bowl of ham and pea risotto followed by a thin-crust pizza.  She started to flirt with the Italian chef who was making pizzas in front of the wood-fired oven smack dab in the middle of the room.  “Bravo!  Bravo!” she shouted each time he tossed another pie in the air.

Three times the lights dimmed, a birthday cake with blazing candles was accompanied to the celebrant’s table with a host of off-key waiters singing the Thai version of “Happy Birthday” which is like the American version only to a slightly Salsa beat.  The fourth time the cake arrived at our table, surprising Tawn’s mother whose birthday is this coming week.

Needless to say she was not only tipsy but very happy.  Tawn took her home in a taxi while I walked back to the apartment.  Once home, Tawn ended up having a very long and very good heart-to-heart conversation with his father, not arriving back until 2:00!  Then he proceeded to tell me about the very long and very good heart-to-heart conversation, which is why I am now awake at 3:00.

Monday afternoon three letters arrived:

• The first was a Christmas card from my brother-in-law’s sister and her family, mailed from Kansas City on December 8th.
• The second was a Christmas card from Ryeroam, send from the 15eme arrondisement de Paris on November 19th.
• The third was a birthday card from my sister and brother-in-law that was also mailed from Kansas City.  Postmark date?  November 6th.

What in the world happened that it took a card more than two months to make it from Kansas City to Bangkok, let along the nearly six weeks it took for Ryeroam’s card to get from Paris to Siam?  Normally, it takes between a week and two for letters to get to and from the United States.  The best I’ve yet to see if five days.  If only there were a tracking number so I could figure this conundrum out.

Wednesday we were back to a normal teaching schedule at Bangkhonthiinai.  Per Pat’s suggestion, made after she visited the school in November, we have swapped the two groups of students: the younger children (grades 1-3) now study English before lunch and the older children (grades 4-6) study in the afternoon.  The goal: get the younger children when they still have some energy and attention left in them.

The results were mildly impressive: while their attention spans, especially those of the boys, still are infinitesimally small, they were at least more awake.

In fact, we are in the unit where we begin to learn about food so we learned vocabulary around noodles and then played “noodle stand.”  Students took turns playing vendor and customer, ordering bowls of noodles with chicken, fish, pork or beef and being asked what condiments they would like: sugar, chili sauce, fish sauce, or salt.  We had some props from the kitchen which made it a bit more interesting, especially when one of the boys discovered that the bottle of fish sauce leaks a bit when you turn it over to “add” some to the bowl.

After class, Ajarn Yai and the other teachers took Tod, Markus and I out to an early dinner to thank us for our contributions during Children’s Day, a perfect example of grangjai – a very Thai concept.  We did something that was perceived as unnecessary, resulting in the Thais having “grangjaied” us – troubled us – and as such they need to do something to make up for that trouble.  Never mind that Tod and I gave of our own volition and free will, there was still a debt to be settled and a free meal settles debts quite nicely.

Except that all three of us were absolutely stuffed and said as much both before going to the restaurant and while Ajarn Yai was ordering.  Nonetheless, we ended up with a volume of food that was just downright too much: after eating past the point of comfort, grilled prawns arrived.  After that, two large steamed fish arrived. 

So I haven’t eaten in two days.

Last night Tawn and I went to watch “King Naresuan” the first installment of a 3-part historical epic that picks up where director Chatrichalerm Yukol’s 2001 film “Legend of Suriyothai” left off.  It was two hours, forty minutes long and the version with Thai subtitles doesn’t open until next week.  (Which is odd because that will result in the distributor having to strike extra prints since the film is already playing at nearly every theatre in the Kingdom, resulting in unnecessary additional expense.)  So I had an extra Thai lesson: listening to more than two hours of pasathai boran (“old” Thai, similar to listening to the Thai version of Shakespearean English).  I was pretty mentally bashed by the time that ended!

Today there is construction work going on in a neighboring apartment.  I can’t tell if it is above, below, or next door but the demolition work is quite noisy.

Friday morning when Tod and I were driving down to Bangkhonthiinai, we saw a gorgeous sunrise as we drove over the Rama IX bridge.  The sun was coming up over the new mega-bridge project near Phra Phadang and with the hazy sky the colors were amazing.

This got me to thinking that there was probably some waterfront access along the river under the bridge, maybe at a local wat, and that it would be nice to go back and take some pictures.  So I resolved to get up early one morning this weekend and go on a photo hunt.

Surprisingly, Tawn was game and so we awoke at six Sunday morning, bundled into the car pre-coffee, and headed off on the miraculously traffic-free tollway.  After crossing the bridge we took the first exit and turned on intuitive navigation mode.  Eventually we were able to find the main road that parallels the river and as we crossed under the bridge, discovered that there is actually a public park there.

Rather cleverly, to the Bangkok Metropolitan Administration’s credit, this park places soccer pitches, basketball and badminton courts in the large expanses between the towering bridge pillars.  This gives local people a place to play and makes good use of otherwise uninhabitable space.  There is a outdoor gym facility and a one-kilometer path for running, jogging and walking.

Best of all, there is direct access to the river, although not a very wide stretch of it.  A small pier juts out a little ways into the river and provides a really nice view.  As the park came to life with dozens of health-conscious denizens of Khrungthep and as Tawn dozed on a bench, I snapped a few hundred exposures.  I wasn’t the only one; there were three other photographers, one of whom had much more advanced equipment.

The air wasn’t as hazy as on Friday, perhaps thanks to one weekend day of less traffic, so the colors weren’t as brilliant.  Still, it was a spectacular sunrise.

The rest of Sunday was a baking day: biscotti for Tawn’s mother and croissants for us.  The croissants were a disaster.  Unlike the first batch I made two weekends ago, the dough this time never really came together and formed the strong, elastic proteins necessary to create really flaky croissants.  Instead, they were super crumbly, to the point of disintegrating when they were handled.  Very disappointing.  I’ll have to investigate the possible causes and try again.  The biscotti, however, were a success.  Blanching and peeling almonds is a laborious process, though!

Saturday was Children’s Day here in Thailand, a holiday that we don’t particularly celebrate in the United States.  My theory for this lack of celebrating is that we have Christmas, so children get plenty of spoiling at that holiday.  No need for another one.

Unlike the schools in Khrungthep, the school in Bangkhonthiinai was celebrating the holiday, although a day early on Friday.  Ajarn Yai had invited Tod and I to drive down and participate in the events and so we switched our normal teaching day from Wednesday to Friday so that we could see how the day is celebrated.

In preparation, Tod and I decided to buy presents for the children.  Taking a taking to the most crowded shopping district in Bangkok, Sampheng Lane.  This narrow soi stretches for about six blocks from Chinatown to Rattanokosin Island.  Barely wide enough for two people to pass each other, Sampheng is the center of wholesale fabric trade along with the buying and selling of household goods and toys.  In the midst of all of the packed confusion, motorbikes slowly weave through the crowd, large bolts of fabric strapped precariously behind the driver.

Along the way we purchased a few dozen stuffed animals along with four dozen additional, smaller toys.  We thought we were going to “wow” the kids, and I had visions of being an ersatz Santa Claus.  Of course we managed to start at the more expensive / less selection end of the market and after we had made most of our purchases we moved into the less expensive / wider selection end!  Note to self: move from east to west when shopping in Sampheng.

Friday morning the car was loaded up with goodies and Tod and I made the ninety minute drive southwest of Khrungthep, crossing the Rama IX bridge under a gloriously hazy pink sunrise.

We arrived to find a flatbed truck parked in the school yard with a large stack of speakers already playing everybody’s favorite Thai country songs.  A large tent was erected in front of the main classroom building with chairs set up underneath it.  In the shade of a large tree, food tables had been set up with beverage and ice cream stations.

Along the main classroom were a half-dozen tables overflowing with gifts for the students, donated by the local community, parents, and the teachers.  While I had had visions of our gifts being particularly overwhelming, I was outdone by the younger sister of one of the school board members, who donated a few dozen heart-shaped metal calculators as well as some laptop cases and very large stuffed animals.  Competition getting the best of me, I made a mental note for what to buy next year: canvas tote bags from Lands End with each child’s name embroidered on it!

Left: Our sound system

One of the classrooms had been transformed into a dressing room and the children had changed into costumes for their grade level performances and were undergoing makeup application, courtesy of a small army of mothers, older sisters, and aunties.

Everyone got makeup, girls and boys alike.  As there was no stage lighting I’m not sure why it was really needed, but Thais like their beauty pageants so maybe this is related to that phenomenon.  Some of the girls looked a little to similar to Jon Bennet Ramsey in a cupie-doll sort of way.  All in all, though, adorable children look even cuter with a little blush and eye shadow!

Some of the older boys didn’t seem too happy about the makeup (above), others didn’t seem too concerned and didn’t rush to wash it off after the performances, while at least one or two seemed pretty happy with it.

Costumes ranged from some Swiss Miss outfits with make blond hair pieces to just jeans and super hero t-shirts.  Tod and I couldn’t figure out exactly why some of the girls had these particular outfits on as they didn’t really match the music they were performing to.  But then sometimes in life you just have to stop looking for reasons and accept things as they are, right?  Especially on Children’s Day.

While the making up happened, other children were entertained by games of musical chairs, first the older children then the younger ones. 

The game was pretty competitive by the older students but the younger children didn’t pick up the concept as quickly. 

In fact, the first few times they left extra chairs out to give them a chance to practice just running to a chair.  Of course there were consolation prizes for those who were eliminated along the way.

The morning started with performances by each grade level, beginning with the pre-school/kindergarten group.  Each class had selected a song and the students had learned a dance routine to go with it. 

The pre-schoolers did something akin to the Bunny Hop song, wearing little rabbit years and hopping around and wiggling their “tail.”  (right)

Audience members purchased chains of ribbons to use as garlands to put around the shoulders of their favorite performers. 

The ribbons were very inexpensive, just enough to cover the cost of supplies, and were collected after each performance and used again for the next one.  Especially for the younger children, the audience went out of their way to grace everyone with an overwhelming number of garlands, resulting in some little children who could barely see over the top of their accolades!

The combined first and second graders sang a fun children’s song.  The third graders sang something in Thai reminiscent of a 1960’s girls group song.  For a moment, I thought they were going to sing Summer Lovin’ from Grease but that didn’t turn out to be the case.  The fourth graders, who are all girls with the exception of one boy, performed to a popular Thai pop love song, while the all-boy fifth graders did something a little more hip-hop in nature.

Above: First and second grades.  Below: Third grade, a very large class.

Above: Fourth graders.  Below: Fifth graders.

One really fun part of the events was the opportunity to see some of the parents and start figuring out who belonged to which students.  Sometimes the relation was very easy to see, other times not so easy.  Mostly there were mothers but a good number of fathers made an appearance.  I would have really liked to take family portraits, but that will have to wait until another time.

Mid-morning the monks from the adjacent temple came over and chanted, offering blessings for the students and their parents.  Ajarn Yai, a school board member, Tod and I sat in during the chanting.  The ceremony was taking place in one of the small classrooms with very pink walls and a very green floors.  Between that and the saffron robes, the room was quite Technicolor.  And I didn’t even have my camera on the “chroma” setting!

After the service was over lunch was served to the monks, who must partake of their last meal of the day before 11:00. 

After lunch, the children each received a scholarship from the monks, paid for out of the community fund.

Above: One of the student’s younger sisters enjoys her chocolate ice cream cone

The children continued their performances including a musical performance on angaloon – a bamboo instrument that sounds like a xylophone but is played differently, as well as a classical Issan (northeastern Thai) dance.

After these performances, while the give away of gifts was being organized, the children ran around and played.  When I took out the camera, everyone wanted to be in the pictures.  Then everyone wanted to take a picture.  Then everyone wanted to have a picture just with their brother or sister or best friends. 

Finally, it was time for the giveaway of gifts.  Each child receives a large plastic bag in which to take their haul home.  Through a combination of lucky draw and “here, you get this and you get that” we managed to get all of the gifts distributed in about twenty minutes. 

Afterwards it felt just like Christmas morning after all the gifts have been opened and there are a few minutes when the moment is particularly anticlimactic.  All in all, though, it was clear that despite the high level of poverty among the students in that district, there was a great deal of happiness that day.

Other Miscellaneous

Tawn playing a Taiko drum video game at Big C

Lego model of Suvarnabhumi International Airport, on display at the Emporium shopping center

Pim’s daughter Tara, 18 months, plays with Uncle Tawn and Legos.