Denali – Thai Mueang Volunteers
Thursday, January 15th, 2009My name is Denali, although while I’m in Thailand, I am going by “Dee” since it is a much easier name to remember. “Dee” means “good” in Thai, so it’s a decent nickname.
I’m traveling with my older brother, Yoshi, and my good friend, Gina, and we’ve been in Thai Muang for a little over a week. We arrived at 6:30 in the morning on an overnight bus, and Anders and his friend, Tia, were kind enough to pick us up and drive us to the volunteer house about 1km from the main road. It’s more enjoyable to walk at night time, after the sun has gone down. People passing by have offered to give us rides to our destinations on numerous occasions. We jump in the back of pick-up trucks, ride in the side carts of motorbikes, or sit on the back of motorbikes (this option, I’m not so fond of, since I crashed twice on a motorbike in Southern Thailand in December).
There is one bicycle shared between four volunteers at the moment, but since Yoshi rides the bike to his school a few kilometers away, he has priority on weekdays. Gina and I don’t mind very much, because our school, Wat Muang Pracharam Primary School, is only a 25 minute walk from the volunteer house, and the beach is only a 20 minute walk from the school. (Yes, Gina and I are slow-paced walkers.) The two of us have managed to be at the beach a minimum of once every day since we’ve arrived. On our way to the beach, people on the streets shout out “Hello! Where you go?” to which, we reply “bai ta lay”. This is one of the few Thai phrases I’ve mastered, and it means “Go to the sea.” However, as wonderful as the beach has been, we have had the time of our lives teaching grades 1st through 6th. We have each class once a week, and we have no classes on Thursday. Gina and I have never taught before, and when we tell people that we are both 18 years old, they are always very surprised. The teachers thought we were 25. On our first day, we arrived at 8am and watched their morning assembly- the band played music, each class stood in line for morning exercises and stretching, the flags were raised, and we made a brief speech to the school on a microphone to introduce ourselves. Since then, we’ve said “hello” and “how are you?” a few hundred times, given loads of high-fives and handshakes (a.k.a. “shake hands”), and gotten more hugs than imaginable. The kids have been wonderful.
I’ll write more later.



