Hot, Humid, and Hectic: TEFL in Bangkok, Thailand

It has been just under a year since I started life as an EFL instructor here in Bangkok, Thailand. For those of you unfamiliar with EFL, it means teaching English as a foreign language. For me, EFL was my ticket to traveling the world. It has been one of the greatest experiences of my life but I still haven't gotten used to the heat, humidity, or traffic here. Perhaps I should take a trip to the nearest temple and try to cool off while reaching for enlightenment. Golden Buddha's shimmering in the sun might clear the path for me. Wat Pho, known as the temple of the reclining Buddha is not too far away. The huge Buddha, reaching 46 meters long, covered in gold-leaf and mother-of-pearl would work like a charm.

I step outside my apartment and feel the heat and humidity hit me like a ton of bricks. The temperature can reach well into the triple digits, making life slow to a halt. It is like no other experience in the world. I can already feel the sweat being siphoned out of me. I have to make the train. My EFL class starts in one hour. The sweet smell of basil, lemongrass, and ginger fills the air as I make my way to the train station. Street hawkers fill the sidewalk, barbecue grills blaze, intensifying the heat. If you are looking for a cheap, delicious, and filling meal, look no further than the street hawkers. A few dollars a day is all you need, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I make it to the train station, climb the stairs, and wait in eager anticipation for that blast of cold, arctic, artificial air that flows from the open doors of the train. It's better than a cold drink on a hot day. It's like a cold drink on a hot day while submerged in the Indian Ocean. The Skytrain as it is called is not the only form of transportation in Bangkok but it is certainly one of the most reliable, affordable, and comfortable. There is no risk of getting stuck in gridlock, being at the mercy of a bus breakdown, or choking on noxious traffic fumes. Before I know it, my stop is called out in a most charming pre-recorded voice. It's time to wade out into the oppressive heat again. I exit the train, walk through the turnstiles, and head down the stairs.

My class is only a few streets away. The traffic never ceases and crossing the street can be a real challenge. Traversing motorcycles, taxis, buses, and street hawkers is not for the faint of heart. It can take over ten minutes, just to cross. I have plenty of time though, so I'm not worried. In Thailand, time is a concept that does not hold much weight. I make it to my classroom, sweating profusely while my eager class full of smiling faces waits for the lesson to begin. Thailand truly is the land of smiles. The sight of a sweating, rosy-cheeked, EFL instructor comes as no surprise. They see it every time I enter the classroom. That is part of life in Bangkok, Thailand.

C. Lipton taught EFL in Bangkok, Thailand for one year. Prior to this, he spent two years teaching EFL in Osaka, Japan. He believes traveling the world is the highest form of education. His interests include photography, snowboarding, and fishing. Find more of travel tales, EFL tips, and travel advice at http://www.teflflyer.com.

This post was made using the Auto Blogging Software from WebMagnates.org This line will not appear when posts are made after activating the software to full version.

I Had A Farm on the River Kwai in Thailand

I was about 26 years old and didn't know any better. Bored with my job at the time on the staff of Peace Corps in Bangkok, I hatched the idea of growing western vegetables in a fertile valley on the banks of the famous River Kwai. My Peace Corps colleagues pitched in with capital. We bought 25 acres of land, and I hired Khun Damrongsak, a Thai Luther Burbanks whom I stole from the Siam Intercontinental Hotel, to run the farm. We were off and running. Or more accurately, off and losing our money. Damrongsak was really a great scientist. He later earned a meaningful award for developing very delicious hybrid guavas.

But like a lot of smart scientists, his skills did not include profit-making or management.

If you want to be a gentleman farmer in the humid tropics, be prepared to lose at least 3,000 Thai baht a month for every acre of vegetables that you plan to grow. That was 1972, so in today's money be prepared to lose about $500 to $600 per acre which is a lot of money. Why do you think only gentleman go into farming? Unless the government's paying, who else can really afford it?

But for all the money I lost for myself and my partners, I earned a lot of firsts. I was the very first person to grow broccoli in the Thai central plain. Oddly enough, of the 12 varieties I tested from seed companies around the world, the ones that worked best in the hot tropics were Sakata seeds from cold Japan. My broccoli proved very popular with the Chinese restaurant in town, and the owners became close friends, even offering me a bed when I was stuck in town.

Damrongsak and I also grew baby corn, snow peas and asparagus, and for a time I was also the "Mushroom King of Thailand." These were the relative successes. Lettuce also grew very well, though not in the hot season; it has a resin which discouraged bugs without any need for pesticides. (Yes, this was the 1970's and most of us were still merrily ingesting chemicals. )

I lived in a 4 meter by 4 meter thatch and bamboo raft that sat right in the river with windows that opened all around. Every morning I dove into the Kwai and swam across the river and back. This was truly the luxury of nature, and when my friends found out they all wanted to come too. Especially intrepid Marcia, my economist buddy who was an intern at Thailand's central bank. She organized the first overnight raft trip down the Kwai in a little bamboo raft with a canvas tent in case it rained. Somebody finally suggested we offer all this to paying tourists.

Hence the other first for the farm was eco-tourism. The word wouldn't be invented for another 10 or o years, but we were doing it. We took our guests to meet the local villagers, who picked fresh coconuts for them and showed them how to harvest sugar cane. At our evening campfires, we invited a few talkative villagers to answer questions from the foreign tourists and vice versa, with me as interpreter. The restaurant food all came from our own and local farms. And the activities were all about nature. Thus we became an early example of an eco-resort well before it became a much coveted and abused term in the tourism industry.

It's now years later, and I have tried to apply all I learned to a tree house resort in a beautiful private rainforest adjacent to Khao Sok National Park, Surat Thani, in south Thailand. Here's what I learned, and it seems to be working both for a sustainable business and sustainable environment.

Lessons learned. There are always lessons to be learned.

1. It's hard to be the first. Now the banks of the River Kwai are lined with floating and grounded resorts. Then none. If you're the first, everybody else learns from your mistakes and successes and has an easier time of it. Better to be the second.

2. How to deal with the locals. It is now taught in Ph.D course on eco-tourism that to succeed you involve and benefit the local people. We hired them and some of them walked off every night with our fuel and food. When we fired one, the whole village rallied to the cause of their village neighbor. Don't believe the Ph.Ds. It's dangerous to hire locals. Instead let them provide transport, tours, or other needed services, and they will be your nice bridge to the surrounding community.

3. Don't mix. No racial slurs intended, but it's hard to mix Asian and Western tourists. Most Asian tourists today still love to be in big groups and use nature as a setting for what they might do in the city. Westerners on the other hand want to enjoy the beauty of nature in semi-solitude. The two don't mix.

I have spent 40 years in Southeast Asia, mostly in the jungle. I developed eco-resorts in Thailand, starting with the River Kwai, then Khao Sok National Park, Krabi, and Phra Thong island, a beautiful and still pristine island north of over-developed Phuket http://www.goldenbuddharesort.com ). In all of these, we raised the environmental awareness of both local people and tourists.

I still run a few Khao Sok tours that will get you closer to nature and give an experience you will never forget. It works. At Phra Thong, we sponsored a 10-year turtle conservation project. Villagers told us they didn't eat turtle meat anymore because their kids told them it was a bad thing! At Krabi, villagers stopped shooting the gibbons because they saw how much the tourists loved them.

I also had some great jobs as an eco-tourism consultant in other Asian countries. The best one found me going up the Sepik River in Papua New Guinea with four native bearers in a dugout canoe. The purpose was to advise them how to get some eco-tourism going in their incredible rainforest.

This post was made using the Auto Blogging Software from WebMagnates.org This line will not appear when posts are made after activating the software to full version.