While handing out CVs, I passed the Nakornping Aphibalkit School of Nurse Aide… might as well give it a try, I thought, I bet English is handy for nurses to know. Turns out it’s been one of the best decisions I’ve made so far! (7-11 Steamed Bun pot luck being a close second, but that’s another story…!)
Inside, I met Mr Ping Pong, the husband of the director. The nurses’ school couldn’t give me any paid work (though volunteering may be a possibility), but Mr Ping Pong had an idea. He has connections with an elementary in school in Wang Phang municipality. All schools need English teachers now, as English is the common language of the ASEAN (Association of South East Asian Nations) economic area. More rural schools are in particular need. Mr Ping Pong is part of an association promoting ASEAN connections throughout the region – with particular reference to shared culture, music and language.
Mr Ping Pong and I talked about this for sometime and, with great enthusiasm and many diagrams, he explained his project for bringing English to Thai village schools. He outlined a possible career for me, starting as an English Teacher, and step-by-step working my way up to English Advisor for the region. It sounded fascinating, and worthy. We talked for some time, and he was keen to stress, that most foreign (farang) teachers have their priorities backwards, by Thai standards. Most foreign teachers think about the salary first and the job second (so says Mr Ping Pong… I certainly wouldn’t say all, but there is a significant portion…). To Mr Ping Pong’s mind, this is backwards – job first, salary after. You have to do it for the love of the job, because it’s what you want to do. I suspect he may be right – I am certainly much happier now I’m doing a job that I love, even though it’s a significant pay cut from my previous work. I’m not even that bothered about the salary, so long as I have enough to live off (though I’ll admit I’m accustomed to a certain level of comfort, and have a double-headed iced coffee and mango sticky rice addiction to keep up).
Suffice to say, Mr Ping Pong was delighted that I was similarly minded, and expressed interest in going to teach in a rural school when he suggested it. He told me that, if I went there, I would be made incredibly welcome, and “they would love you like a sister, because you have heart of gold. So important!”. You cannae say fairer than that, eh? We talked some more, and he called one of his contacts at Wan Phang elementary school asking if they’d be interested to hire me. We spoke briefly on the phone, and she said she would speak with her boss on Monday, Mr PP would call me back to let me know what was what.
So that was that. Mr PP showed me his museum of ASEAN (and the rest of the world!) musical instruments, and we chatted a bit longer. I left feeling great for having such a lovely conversation (probably the longest I’ve had since I arrived!) and continued on my merry way, feeling reassured in my quest.
Looking at Mr Ping Pong’s ASEAN musical instrument collection
The remainder of the weekend passed peacably enough, and Monday came, bringing with it Mr PP’s promised call. His contact’s boss was pleased with their idea, and would like to meet me. I went back to the nursing school to discuss details. We were to go to Wang Phang the next day where we’d meet the Lord Mayor (!), who is also in charge of schools in the Wang Phang municipality. Very exciting! However, I was supposed to be going the next day to Chiang Mai Vocational College, where I had been offered work, to meet the co-ordinating teacher there… awwkwwaarrrd…. I really wanted to go to Wang Phang, but I didn’t want to refuse the work at the college either. Fortunately, the teacher at the college very kindly let me change our appointment to the next day. I could go to Wang Phang after all!
The next morning, I was up super early (by my unemployed standards!) to head round to the Nursing School for 8pm. I got there a little early, but Mr PP was already there. We were waiting on another man, a professor / doctor of political science and agriculture, who would be coming with us. He too was to be introduced by Mr PP to the Lord Mayor for the possibility of working in the school in Wang Phang. We would both become part of Mr PP’s ASEAN integration network in Wang Phang municipality. Mr PP and I passed the time discussing the plan, and chatting about our home towns and adopted home towns. Mr PP showed me, in greater details his ASEAN / world instrument collection, and demonstrated a few for me. He had one of the nurses take photos ‘for memories’ while we chatted. Mr PP asked me if I might be able to get hold of some bagpipes for his collection. I told him I would try – any one coming to visit from Scotland willing to help out? Mr PP will reimburse!! 🙂
Mr P showing me how to play this Vietnamese instrument
He also introduced me to the nursing students, who were bustling about ready for a day off-premises somewhere. They were really lovely, and were thrilled when Mr PP said I might volunteer to come and help with their English. We all posed for photies out the front of the school, and with much smiling and waving the nurses were off.
With the trainee nurses are the Nursing school
Soon, the Doc arrived, and without much further ado, we set off for Wang Phang. It’s about a 45 minute drive from Chiang Mai, and my second-ever sight of Thai countryside. Beautiful! On arriving in Wang Phang, we headed straight for municipality HQ where we were whisked straight into a meeting with the Lord Mayor. I was delivered into the care of Apple, the lady I had spoken to on the phone, who would act as my translator and guide. Genuinely one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met! She immediately put me at my ease, and I could definitely see myself working with her.
The Lord Mayor spoke in Thai for a bit; I smiled and tried to look interested. It worked a little too well, as they asked, with some surprise, if I understood. When I said ‘No’, we all laughed, and Mr PP roughly translated (he was talking about education policies). I was asked some questions, which Apply and Mr PP translated, and then asked if I could start working next month. I explained about the Vocational College, and said I would love to come and work in Wang Phang in 4 months, after my contract was up, but would like to stay in town for a bit first. This is what I’d decided overnight, seeing as I am still new here, and a little too used to Western comforts. Best to ease myself in to rural life. However, even as I was saying it, I felt torn. The people I was meeting were so lovely, I wanted to up sticks and work with them right away.
The Lord Mayor talked at length with the Doc and Mr PP about agriculture and so forth. Meanwhile, Apple and I discussed details. It’s a curious feature of Thai meetings, that people are free to answer phones, nip in and out, and talk among themselves. It’s more like a roomful of concurrent conversations than a chaired meeting (although the LM was undisputedly in charge of the meeting). Apple and I talked about what I would get paid (she’d need to check with the LM – most teachers earn 8000/month out there, but farang possibly higher), and where I would stay (with Apple, of course! She said, a little sheepishly ‘I’m single’, by way of explanation, and was thrilled when I said I was too. And she wouldn’t hear of me paying any rent). I explained that I wasn’t bothered about a big salary, so long as I had enough to live on and a little extra for flights home and trips about the place. She was pleased to hear that! She said perhaps I could start in the new academic year (in 4 months’ time). She would need to speak to the LM.
Presently, I was asked to introduce myself and explain a little bit about the Scottish education system. I was a little taken aback by this – in the UK the TEFL sector is very distinct from mainstream schooling, so I did not expect to be asked about regular schooling at all. If I’d thought about it, I would have clicked that (obviously) in Thailand , TEFL is part of the state school system, like we learn French. I explained the basics of Scottish schooling well enough to satisfy them, but I felt a bit like a phony. Mr PP translated (though I was told most of them can understand English, just can’t speak it themselves).
At the municipality meeting with the Lord Mayor
Seemingly satisified, the LM went back to talking to the Doc and Mr PP in Thai, and Apple and I continued to chat. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with a fullness of the bladder, and the meeting went on and on! After about 2 hours (no joke!) Mr LM finally concluded the meeting, inviting us all to lunch at a lovely restaurant by the river. They caught the fish they served on site (uh-oh… should I mention I don’t really eat fish as it sometimes makes me ill? Decided to bide my time on that one…)
We all posed for pictures outside:
With the Lord Mayor, education board and teachers at Wang Phang municipality HQ.
After which we headed off to the restaurant. On arriving, I saw that the table was already set and the fish dishes laid out. Was glad I’d kept schtum, as it would have made things very awkward! We all sat down to eat, and I decided to brave it with the fish. It clearly wasn’t flat fish (which makes me exorcist ill); everything else usually just gives me a bit of a sore tum. For the sake of politeness, I’d just tuck in and suffer whatever consequences later. Besides, I really do quite like fish even if it does make me ick. It was delicious! Really, really tasty. So fresh it didn’t taste at all fishy. One fish was fried in a light batter, the other was steamed, stuffed with lemon grass, lime and chilli. Alongside was a delightful stocky soup, and some kind of squid green curry. I was really pleased I hadn’t made a fuss and just got stuck in – one of the best things I’ve eaten so far! Turns out, the fish didn’t make me at all unwell, either. Not even a niggle. It was river fish, and I think previously I’ve only eaten sea fish… perhaps that’s the answer?
At that delightful lunch of fresh river fish!
After lunch, the LM took his leave and headed back to do some important Lord Mayoring. Mr Ping Pong, the Doc, Apple and I, accompanied by one of the other teachers (a wee sweetheart called Jett, who asked Apple if she could call me ‘sister’!) headed over to look at the school. As it’s holidays, none of the students were there, but the teachers were. We sat in the teachers’ room and chatted for a bit, while more photos were took (seriously, I was photographed more than Princess Di, I swear!), and I was invited to a teachers’ activity day in the National Park – the next week when due to start at CM Vocational College! I said I’d see what I can do, and once again was really torn… I hadn’t signed a contract for CMVC yet. Could I let them down and just come to Wang Phang instead?!
At the school, after lunch, discussing our plans
Afterwards, Mr PP asked me to speak to the teachers (really awkward, I wasn’t prepared) and tell them about myself. They were invited to ask me questions. Proper awkward! But they’re a really nice bunch. We were then ushered outside for more photos, and the teachers presented me with a gift. It didn’t seem expected that I’d open it right away, so I just held onto it, burning with curiosity!
Mr Ping Pong explains our plans to the teachers
Talking to the teachers at the school
Talking to the teachers – can you tell I’m nervous?!
Receiving a lovely gift from the teachers at the school
Next we went across to see the Child Development centre, which was in action despite the holidays, as it’s the nursery… and it was coming up for nap time at the nursery!!
Oh my goodness, those were some of the cutest children I have ever seen (except my darling nephew). Especially the ones getting snuggled on their wee mattresses ready for nap time! Some of the other classes were more lively, especially the very young group, and they crowded round and stared with their huge brown eyes. One of the nursery teachers got a few of the young ones to wai, and my heart just melted!
With the teachers, and some of the nursery children from the child development centre
I wouldn’t be teaching the nursery if I were to take the job, I’d be teaching the older primary students. Still, I bet they’re quite sweet themselves…! A plan was forming: the Doc would teach them the basics this term, and I would teach the more advanced (though probably still Elementary level) students when I start next academic year.
Signing the guest book at the Child Development Centre
Having seen practically all there was to see, and after Mr PP had made a brief visit to the hospital, we said our goodbyes and headed back to CM. I was struggling to stay awake in the car on the way back, though strove gallantly to hide it! Mr PP and the Doc chatted away in Thai, and I looked out the window, thinking about whether I should go strang to Wang Phang or stick around CM for a bit first… After seeing the school, I was all for taking the job there right now, leaving CM next month. However, as we drove back into town, with its busy streets and bustling markets and restaurants and coffee shops, I became aware quite how empty Wang Phang is. I felt a strangely strong affection and attachment to Chiang Mai – already so familiar – after only leaving it for a couple of hours… torn!!
After being deposited at the Nurses’ College, I thanked Mr PP and headed back to the guest house. On my way, I stopped at a coffee shop for a delightful iced latte (my new vice), while I mulled things over. Yes, I really wanted to go to Wang Phang, but I still had so much of Chiang Mai to see. I’d only been there a week and a bit. I was aware that I had to decided sooner or later, as I was due to start at the college the following Monday (in 6 days’ time). Decisions, decisions!
When I got back to the guest house, I crept straight up to my room to open my (still unopened!) present. My curiosity was killing me. It was a largeish box, that made a queer noise when I (gently!) rattled it. It was a desk clock that stood like a greetings card, with a picture of the King and Queen on one side, the clock on the other. For some reason, that was the last thing I expected, but on reflection, of course it was bound to be something like that! I’m really quite chuffed with it, though it needs a battery.
I was still deliberating all evening over what to do, and was starting to feel a little nervous about it… what to do? What to do?! When I woke up the next morning, though, I knew that I really wanted to stay in Chiang Mai just now, and go to Wang Phang later on, if I could. When I’m more used to Thai culture, weaned off Western comforts, and more confident in my teaching (that’s what worried me most – I’d be the only farang teacher there, so I probably wouldn’t be able to ask for much by way of guidance when it came to the finer points of ELT). The kind folks at Wang Phang were willing to be flexible and let me start next year. Very generous of them. If it had been now or nothing, I probably would have just gone for it, but seeing as they were giving me the opportunity to do both, it would seem a bit foolish not to – seeing as that’s what I really want to do!!
So that’s that. I’m teaching at Chiang Mai Vocational College for the next 4 months, after which I will possibly (hopefully) be off to Wang Phang to teach with the lovely people I met there – if they still want me! Once I’d seen past my panicked deliberation, I realised it really has worked out wonderfully for me, as I get the opportunity to experience both worlds. And all thanks to Mr Ping Pong! 🙂
Moral of the story: Drop in seemingly random places, talk to people, and listen to their ideas. It’s amazing where it can lead!