Sunday, August 28, 2011
Avid reader?
Those of you out there who are avid readers, do you buy your books new? Do you borrow them from a friend or from the library? Do you read them once and then give or throw them away?
Here are some useful websites for people who like to read a lot and are also interested in helping the environment by not purchasing new books. Saving money is also a plus.
Borrowing
www.booksfree.com
www.bookswim.com
booklending.com
www.makeuseof.com
Purchasing
www.abebooks.com
www.betterworldbooks.com
www.bookfinder.com
www.thriftbooks.com
www.alibris.com
www.rereadables.com
Swapping
www.bookcrossing.com
www.titletrader.com
bookmooch.com
www.swapz.co.uk
www.swap.com
www.paperbackswap.com
whatsonmybookshelf.com
webtrends.about.com
I think it would be fun to put a book on one of the lending sites because you can give your copy a number, and every new person who borrows it registers it to the website. You can see how many people get to read that book, and just how far around the world it travels! It is important to note however, that shipping is also an environmental problem. The resources you don't waste by buying a new book are instead translated into carbon emissions created by shipping a used book great distances. Consider trying to borrow locally so that carbon emissions are kept to a minimum. In this case, the local library or local community might be your best bet for book lending/swapping.
Don't know where there is a public library close to you? Try searching here.
If you find that any of the above websites work well for you, or if you prefer a service not mentioned here, please tell us about it in the comments section! What did you borrow? What was your experience? What do you recommend?
Thank you and have a great day!
Lana
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Teamwork
I was doing some work with NYC Consultant LK for her business, and the following were some questions I answered regarding my experience in Japan. These questions and answers were used as examples for her talks with small groups of professionals who wanted advice about working with Japanese employees or for Japanese companies. The theme of today is "Teamwork in Japan."
"What are specific ways you see 'group effort' and 'teamwork' emphasized as a teacher in Japan?"
In class, teachers often ask the students to work in pairs, groups of three, or groups of four depending on the project. Occasionally they are also asked to work in groups of six, but it's easier to feign participation in the larger groups so I think it's generally avoided.
Since I only get to see the English classes, I only know how the students interact when attempting to learn English. The laws and procedure for English education is currently changing, but before recently English officially had to be taught starting in Junior High School. These days, maybe elementary schools are changing their systems to adapt the new laws, and students who have had English education from elementary school are at a much different level. Since most of the students have a very low level of English, group projects in English class involve a lot of doing nothing. No one has confidence using English. The good students pretend not to be good because they don't want to stick out, and the students who aren't good often do nothing because the simple JHS grammar is already far beyond them. When we are doing reading exercises or group projects, everyone is encouraged to pull their weight regardless of their level ability. They are encouraged to look up words they don't remember in the textbook or dictionary, or ask friends for help. I remember doing more group work, projects and presentations in school in America. Class in Japan tends to focus on more on lecture and listening, rote memorization. Despite the teachers I work with telling the students to do all of these things, I find that there is a resistance from the students.
Teamwork and group effort I think is more emphasized outside of the class. For example, students or teachers are not usually recognized as an individual, more so as a part of a certain group. For example I am part of the 事務所 jimusho of the school. Another teacher might be part of the 一年 ichinen group. We are all part of 石和中学校 Isawa chugakko. A student is usually associated with their class age and room number, as well as what lunch group they sit with. Of course, individuals are recognized and names are used, but I think it is more common to associate oneself to a particular group than to claim individuality.
Being part of a club or team sport is also important. In most schools it is mandatory in JHS and HS. In Isawa it is not mandatory, but recommended. People are then associated with their specific club or sport. The whole team will do presentations together, and sometimes there are special events like cleaning the school grounds or doing volunteer work. At this time too, students are recognized as a team.
Today the head of school discipline gave a speech to the school about student conduct during summer vacation. I didn't understand his whole speech, but I think that I got this much from it: Recently there was an incident in the town involving a JHS boy. He was doing something bad, and someone recognized that he was from Isawa by the color and design of his sport jersey. He was wearing the red school sports clothes, meaning he was a third year. After the event the people involved didn't say, "x-san is bad," they said "Isawa School" is bad. His behavior did not only reflect him, but it reflected the whole school and the head of discipline reminded the students of this very important fact.
When I came to Japan with the JET program, I was strongly warned about this. I need to conduct myself extremely well because if anything were to happen, not only would I shame myself, I would shame the school and the city I work for. I would also put a bad name on the JET Program, as well as taint the image for Americans in Japan as a whole. So when someone sees me, they don’t usually see me as an individual, but as a part of the following groups – foreigner, American, New Yorker, City employee, teacher at Isawa JHS, and JET participant. What I do reflects back to all of these different groups.
To backtrack a little, there are also a lot of student committees. For example, there is a student council, lunch committee, maintenance committee, and many more. Students in these committees have to work together as a team to problem-solve issues in their area around the school. I find that the students, especially the leaders of these student-run groups, are often the most poised and well spoken of the bunch. I don't know if they are "born" leaders or if they develop the skills by practice from being in the group, but I do see a difference in their performance. Being in these groups is good practice for teamwork and group cooperation for future endeavors.
It may not be as well utilized in English classes, but I do know that the ability to work well in a group is stressed to and by the teachers.
"What are things that parents, teachers or others do to promote teamwork that you did not experience growing up in America?"
I do not have much exposure to parents of students at Isawa, so I cannot give any personal experience about this. A few things that are emphasized more in Japan that I do not always remember from America include refraining from giving your own opinion at times, accepting that someone older than you who has worked at the job longer knows more than you regardless, that sometimes the old way of doing things is safer and more reliable, and that if anything new is going to go into effect it will take many hours/days/weeks/months/years of research and preparation. Things are rarely decided by one individual or even by one department. An idea/proposal for change has to go through many different people in many different departments and thoroughly thought through before any change can take place. I am having trouble thinking of any specific examples for this question other than the ones I mentioned within the other sections. In my opinion, it does not seem that teamwork is necessarily “encouraged,” but it is forced. People do not really have a choice. This may not only be at work, but also in society. Riding the train is kind of like teamwork in its own way. During rush hour, you work as a team to accept the crowded conditions, and ignore the fact that your face is in some stranger’s face or you are standing on someone’s foot because there is no space on the floor. If someone gets angry within this system and doesn’t follow the rules, the team falls apart. This also applies to trains that are not busy, but are very quiet. Everyone works together to read the atmosphere and make the system flow. If a group of noisy people comes in, someone may eventually tell them to be quiet and “join the team.” Other times, people who don’t like the atmosphere will leave the train.
If a group of noisy people got onto a train in America and someone told them to shut up, the group would say that it’s a free country and the individual can leave the train if he or she does not like their behavior. I think that Americans are told and believe they have the right to be right, the right to be who they want to be, and the right to do what they want to do. This may only sometimes be the case in Japan, for example, people are usually one way in private and another way in public.
It is definitely still difficult for me to separate honne and tatemae, but it seems that this is changing little by little even within Japan. When I asked a teacher sitting across from me to confirm what the concept was called, she asked why I wanted to know. I told her that I was writing something about Japanese and American culture and she felt that although this is the case in Japan, she kind of likes the situation in America better. She says that maybe it is better to be honest about what you’re thinking and to disclose it. This may depend on the situation, but she and another teacher thought that American culture regarding this was interesting, and Japanese culture regarding this can be quite difficult but is steadily changing.
"How do you observe 'gaman' at practice among school kids?"
It's not so much that I observe gaman among the students as much as I observe the teachers forcing it on them. The most recent thing I observed happened only a week or two ago. One of the first-year students took a drink out of his personal water bottle during the middle of class. Drinking is only allowed during the 10-minute breaks in-between class periods. The student took a drink of water during class, and the teacher scolded him right then. The sensei, teacher, said that if all of the students weren’t allowed to drink, why should he be allowed special treatment to drink? If he’s really feeling ill in the heat and can’t wait until class is over, he is instructed to go to the nurse’s office. The same usually applies to using the bathroom and getting up from the desks. Also, even though it is very hot, they are still expected to wear their uniform according to all of the rules and use gaman until they get home. They must keep their shirts buttoned and tucked in, pant legs rolled down, and neckties on. If a student has un-tucked his or her shirt because they are hot, the teacher will ask them to tuck it back in.
Gaman is not only important for students in schools but is also expected almost everywhere. Things are changing slightly over the years, but at a very slow rate. Most women prefer to keep their skin very white and will wear many layers of clothes even in the summer to prevent tanning. Despite the heat, they use gaman. This goes the same for people who don’t care about tanning, but don’t want to be “indecent” and wear tank-top shirts. This is changing however, and it is more acceptable of late to wear spaghetti straps or sleeveless outfits.
Eating and drinking “on the go” is not widely accepted. I have heard this comes from the idea that if you can’t share with everyone around you, you shouldn’t have it yourself. If people want to eat or drink, they find a sitting area or go into a shop.
Sometimes in restaurants or izakaya, a large group of people may go together and order food to share. The last piece of chicken or the last French fry on the shared plate often tends to go uneaten, despite the fact that everyone wants it. Everyone pretends that they don’t want it, so that either someone else can eat it, or so that they don’t break the rules and eat when no one else will be able to enjoy it too.
"What are your observations of highly individualistic Japanese (either teachers or students or others)? How do they behave in ways that are different from the group and what is the response to these individuals?"
From my point of view, I tend to really respect certain types of highly individualistic Japanese, while on the other hand I resent other types. For example, I tend to be inspired by artistic individuals, those who are not in the arubaito, NEET, salary man or shufu molds. I like meeting, talking to, and observing entrepreneurs, artists, farmers, and others who have slightly unconventional professions.
I do not like talking to or interacting with the kind of Japanese person who diverges from the norm and joins the “underworld.” People who are involved in gambling or related to gangs are best left alone. I also find that individualistic people who disrupt the flow of the system with their personality tend annoy me.
Students in the classroom who do not do exactly what they’re supposed to do are sometimes fun to interact with, but are reprimanded and often forced to do what is expected of them. Also, sometimes students who complete an assignment in a way that is not expected may be asked to do the assignment again the same way that everyone else does it. I do not agree with this philosophy, but this is a long-term cultural value that would be difficult for one foreigner to change in a two-year period. If a student is doing an assignment for me specifically, I try to encourage that they think outside of the box.
I think that I respect these individuals, especially regarding their choice in the workforce because of the culture I came from. In America, we are encouraged to be individuals. I think that these types of Japanese people get along well with foreigners. I do not know how they get along with other Japanese people however. I have a sense that there are feelings of animosity or resentment. What gives these individuals the right to break out of the system? Is it OK to succeed this way in Japan? Then again, there are highly respected people in these professions so I don’t know when or why one person may be respected while another is resented.
-Lana
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The trip - in words.
Hello! How have you all been for these past few weeks?
I have just come back from my trip to Thailand and Cambodia. It was great to see my mom and spend some time together in mutually unfamiliar territory. We started off the trip by meeting each other at Narita airport, which is in Japan. From there, we both went on to Bangkok.
The main things we did in Bangkok involved planned and guided tours along rivers, the floating market, the grand palace and emerald Buddha, and we also got to see a lot of the city.
Because the princess in Thailand just recently passed away we weren’t able to tour the entire palace, but what we did get to see of it and the temple was stunning. The craftsmanship that goes into the detail and design is astounding! Why is it that structures these days aren’t built like they used to be? Maybe it has to do with the fact that the majority of the oldest architecture was built by slave laborers, or that our earth had more abundant resources, or that there were more artisans, or that we simply don’t care about such things anymore?
I don’t think I’ve ever been to a foreign country before where I didn’t speak even a syllable of the language. Before coming to Japan for the first time seven years ago, I studied enough to be able to say things like “thank you” and “how much is this?” or “where is the bathroom?” Also, I could at least read the basic Japanese syllabary. In Thailand and Cambodia I was clueless!
I don’t think it’s very easy to tell the difference between the spoken and written languages of Thailand and Cambodia without being exposed to both of them for a period of time, but by the end of the visit I think I decided that I liked the written Cambodian language better, while the spoken Thai language is a little less “twangy.” Again, I don’t really know. Here are two written samples of the languages.
I have just come back from my trip to Thailand and Cambodia. It was great to see my mom and spend some time together in mutually unfamiliar territory. We started off the trip by meeting each other at Narita airport, which is in Japan. From there, we both went on to Bangkok.
The main things we did in Bangkok involved planned and guided tours along rivers, the floating market, the grand palace and emerald Buddha, and we also got to see a lot of the city.
Because the princess in Thailand just recently passed away we weren’t able to tour the entire palace, but what we did get to see of it and the temple was stunning. The craftsmanship that goes into the detail and design is astounding! Why is it that structures these days aren’t built like they used to be? Maybe it has to do with the fact that the majority of the oldest architecture was built by slave laborers, or that our earth had more abundant resources, or that there were more artisans, or that we simply don’t care about such things anymore?
I don’t think I’ve ever been to a foreign country before where I didn’t speak even a syllable of the language. Before coming to Japan for the first time seven years ago, I studied enough to be able to say things like “thank you” and “how much is this?” or “where is the bathroom?” Also, I could at least read the basic Japanese syllabary. In Thailand and Cambodia I was clueless!
I don’t think it’s very easy to tell the difference between the spoken and written languages of Thailand and Cambodia without being exposed to both of them for a period of time, but by the end of the visit I think I decided that I liked the written Cambodian language better, while the spoken Thai language is a little less “twangy.” Again, I don’t really know. Here are two written samples of the languages.
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| Thai |
Luckily English is pretty well spoken and understood in both Thailand and Cambodia, but I always feel like an insensitive American when I go somewhere and assume that I can get by with only English. I couldn’t read anything either, and I felt truly helpless and dependent on our hotel staff and tour guides. Mom and I didn’t feel very comfortable taking public transportation for fear of getting lost, so we didn’t do much wandering around on our own past the local vicinities or guided tours. We did have some free time and spent it walking around (at least as far as we’d be able to navigate back on foot), shopping, trying out local foods, and explored some of the culture “unguided.”
I wasn’t expecting Bangkok to be quite as large and busy as it was. The roads were packed all day and didn’t quiet down until the late hours of the evening. Taxis and tour vans raced down the roads and weaved in and out of other cars and traffic as though we were always running an hour behind. The roads are filled with motorcyclists and scooter riders as well, so all the weaving was not only scary, but also dangerous for the smaller vehicles! Some of these small scooters had two, three, or sometimes even four people riding them! A small child up by the handlebars, a driver, and another child wedged in between the driver and the rear passenger. I was not sad too to leave Bangkok to be honest. It was great and I’m glad I went, but I don’t think I’d ever want to live there for a long time. The main reason for this is probably the car traffic.
As we were riding down the highway to get to the floating market, Mom asked the driver about the little shanties that were lining the highway. Actually, these same shacks were all along the waterways and river. They were usually made of wood, tin, or other scraps like large signs. The ones on the water were usually a little more securely built, but often falling apart due to eroding wood. Despite their flimsy architecture, I thought that this might be the kind of place I wouldn’t mind living; Right on the water, lots of plants, a hammock out front, and a slower way of life. Some of these shacks even had electricity and running water. The story about the ones on the highway is as follows: The workers who built the highway were allowed to set up temporary housing for the duration of the job. That way they didn’t have to pay much to find an apartment, and they lived right next to where they had to work. Once the highways were completed, the workers decided to stay right where they had set up these temporary housing units. According to the driver, the government set up electricity lines that would run to these “houses.” I watched them as we drove by going a hundred miles an hour (only a joke, but it sure felt like it!), and noticed that despite their small size and seemingly uncomfortable setup, some of them had satellite dishes and flat screen TVs. This was one thing I didn’t really understand about Thailand. People living in flimsy shacks could still afford satellite TV and smart phones? I guess it never gets cold in Thailand so there isn’t much need for more supportive housing. Also, maybe I only feel that sturdy walls trump satellite TV because I grew up as an American and this is part of our cultural upbringing. With four seasons and severe temperature changes throughout the year, a sturdy house is sometimes necessary for survival.
In Thailand there were lots of street vendors selling trinkets, clothes, and all sorts of food. The fresh fruit smoothies were addictive, and that is about all the food I trusted to purchase off the street. We were warned about buying food from street vendors because of things like a contaminated water source, or unidentifiable contents.
Meals and shopping in Thailand were quite cheap. I feel like I’m getting ripped off now that I’m back in Japan with its inflated prices. Then again, people earn more money in Japan than they do in Thailand.
A few things that are really different in Thailand and Cambodia from Japan include currency, language, social etiquette and practices, and water. In Japan, one is allowed to drink water straight from the tap. We are also allowed to put toilet paper into the toilet after we use it. In Thailand and Cambodia you are NOT allowed to drink any of the water unless it is bottled water, and you’re also not allowed to put tissue in the toilets. They have special spray systems installed near most of the toilets. First you wash yourself, and then you can use tissue mainly to dry yourself. From there, you put the tissue in a provided trash receptacle. All of the public bathrooms had staff members on duty to empty the bins regularly. The water issue is probably something that has affected my daily life back in Japan the most. Every time I use the toilet, I wonder if it really is OK to put my toilet paper in it. Every time I wash the dishes, I think about how much perfectly clean drinking water is going down the drain. Every time I fill my glass to drink I thank the Universe that I am blessed with something so necessary for life, and simultaneously wonder if it really is OK to drink. For people who have never had to worry about simple needs like wiping after using the restroom, and safe versus contaminated drinking water, this type of trip is sure to be a real eye-opener.
It’s strange how things seem to be falling into place lately, challenging everything I thought I knew about myself. Why the sudden interest in the environment and volunteering? I don’t know but I’ll see where it takes me!
After Bangkok we went down to Phuket, a smallish island towards the south of Thailand. Some of the other tourists we met in Phuket mentioned that they didn’t like it because it was too touristy and that they liked the less inhabited islands better. Since we only got to see around Bangkok and Phuket I don’t have anything else to compare it to, but I’d say that I liked Phuket the best of the places we went to in Thailand. There were fewer cars, more hills and mountains, and it just had a slower way about it. By this time Mom and I were so tired of haggling that we either just paid too much for things, or avoided going to the markets. If you buy from a street vendor or market vendor in Thailand or Cambodia, be sure to haggle the prices! Almost nothing is priced at what they actually hope to make, and first they’ll tell you an astronomically high price expecting that you’ll talk them down. Luckily we found one store in Phuket that was a haggle-free zone, and we were able to just shop for whatever.
One trip we went on here was a boat ride to James Bond Island and to a few other islands off the coast. We ended up on a boat full of Russian tourists who didn’t speak English, but there were also two Japanese college-age guys there that we got to talk to. The canoe rides were fun and there was some swimming. I kept hearing that Thailand and Cambodia would be so hot, but the truth was that it wasn’t nearly as hot as I was expecting. Then again, we were there in the off-season/rainy season, and most of the time we were in transport with AC, or in and around the water where you don’t feel the heat as much. There was one day that we spent the majority of the day on the beach. The first half of the day was cloudy but I still put on sufficient sunscreen and also had a beach umbrella. Despite all of this, I was still able to get a very painful sunburn on my forehead, shoulders, and entire back. For the whole rest of the trip, I covered up and wore a sunhat to avoid more burning and peeling. (I’ve been itchy and peely since I got back…>_<) Ever since the “shadeburn,” Mom and I have joked about not wearing sunscreen or a hat. The joke goes as follows…
“You should probably put on some sunscreen or carry your hat or something…”
“Nah, I think it’s OK.”
“I dunno- it’s awful cloudy today…”
As our time in Thailand neared the end, I was secretly getting really nervous about going to Cambodia. Mom forgot to tell me that I would need to bring an extra passport-size photo as well as $20 to get into the country, which by some stroke of luck I had brought with me unprompted. I also wasn’t sure if I should be using Riels, USD or Thai Baht there since I’d heard different advice from different websites. In Thailand it was easy after we figured out the exchange rate from Baht to USD, and Baht to JP Yen. We decided to get some Riel just to keep as a souvenir, but turned the majority of the Baht we had left into USD.
After being nervous about getting into the country and going through immigration in the Siem Reap airport, it all turned out OK. The moment we got to the main lobby of the airport our tour guide greeted us with the biggest, warmest smile. I think it was from this moment that Mom and I both decided we were in love with Cambodia. Neither of us knew much about the history or hard times they have suffered in the very recent past, but we learned about it little by little throughout our stay. Unlike in Thailand where we had a different tour guide and driver for each day, sometimes even more than one per day, this tour guide (Mr. Chay) was with us the whole time.
Aside from guided tours and sightseeing, we did a lot of exploring around the town in our free time. Eventually Mom gave up walking around and we decided to rent two bicycles, $2 for the whole day, so we could explore more ground in less time. I was REALLY tired of haggling at this point, so while Mom looked around for her last purchases, I sat outside and got accosted by Tuk Tuk -small taxi car- drivers. After I told them that we had rented bicycles, they stopped asking if we wanted rides and just wanted to talk in English for fun.
We got to see Angkor Wat, and some other temples and ruins in the national park. I have added some photos of this in the slideshow, which you can view in my previous post or by clicking the following link. http://www.flickr.com//photos/51178589@N06/sets/72157627304300159/show/. On our tour we heard that it was considered one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I looked this up and with the minimal research that I did, it seems that when they were trying to rename the seven wonders, Angkor Wat was in the running to be one of the new seven but didn’t make the cut.
These buildings were absolutely amazing, and I enjoyed taking pictures of them. The biggest impact from this part of the trip however, was the children. We got out to take photos of some people planting rice, and the moment we opened the doors there were children, what felt like everywhere, around us. I had left my bag in the car and was able to get away to take a few photos, but Mom wasn’t so lucky. The children were around her in seconds. At this particular stop she ended up buying bracelets, a whistle, postcards, and other little trinkets from the child vendors. How young they were! This happened almost everywhere in Cambodia, and was definitely the hardest part of the trip. The adult vendors you can say no to, but not the children. I’m pretty sure we donated away all of our money.
Right before lunch it started to downpour so we took a break from our sightseeing and detoured early to a restaurant for lunch. It wasn’t so much a restaurant, but a large pagoda with tables under it. Servers would bring the food from a main kitchen off the back. Most of the places we ate at were this way, which was a nice change from western-style indoor dining.
As we went in from the rain, again children swarmed around us trying to sell their things. As soon as I got out of the car, one boy came to me.
“I dunno- it’s awful cloudy today…”
As our time in Thailand neared the end, I was secretly getting really nervous about going to Cambodia. Mom forgot to tell me that I would need to bring an extra passport-size photo as well as $20 to get into the country, which by some stroke of luck I had brought with me unprompted. I also wasn’t sure if I should be using Riels, USD or Thai Baht there since I’d heard different advice from different websites. In Thailand it was easy after we figured out the exchange rate from Baht to USD, and Baht to JP Yen. We decided to get some Riel just to keep as a souvenir, but turned the majority of the Baht we had left into USD.
After being nervous about getting into the country and going through immigration in the Siem Reap airport, it all turned out OK. The moment we got to the main lobby of the airport our tour guide greeted us with the biggest, warmest smile. I think it was from this moment that Mom and I both decided we were in love with Cambodia. Neither of us knew much about the history or hard times they have suffered in the very recent past, but we learned about it little by little throughout our stay. Unlike in Thailand where we had a different tour guide and driver for each day, sometimes even more than one per day, this tour guide (Mr. Chay) was with us the whole time.
Aside from guided tours and sightseeing, we did a lot of exploring around the town in our free time. Eventually Mom gave up walking around and we decided to rent two bicycles, $2 for the whole day, so we could explore more ground in less time. I was REALLY tired of haggling at this point, so while Mom looked around for her last purchases, I sat outside and got accosted by Tuk Tuk -small taxi car- drivers. After I told them that we had rented bicycles, they stopped asking if we wanted rides and just wanted to talk in English for fun.
We got to see Angkor Wat, and some other temples and ruins in the national park. I have added some photos of this in the slideshow, which you can view in my previous post or by clicking the following link. http://www.flickr.com//photos/51178589@N06/sets/72157627304300159/show/. On our tour we heard that it was considered one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I looked this up and with the minimal research that I did, it seems that when they were trying to rename the seven wonders, Angkor Wat was in the running to be one of the new seven but didn’t make the cut.
These buildings were absolutely amazing, and I enjoyed taking pictures of them. The biggest impact from this part of the trip however, was the children. We got out to take photos of some people planting rice, and the moment we opened the doors there were children, what felt like everywhere, around us. I had left my bag in the car and was able to get away to take a few photos, but Mom wasn’t so lucky. The children were around her in seconds. At this particular stop she ended up buying bracelets, a whistle, postcards, and other little trinkets from the child vendors. How young they were! This happened almost everywhere in Cambodia, and was definitely the hardest part of the trip. The adult vendors you can say no to, but not the children. I’m pretty sure we donated away all of our money.
Right before lunch it started to downpour so we took a break from our sightseeing and detoured early to a restaurant for lunch. It wasn’t so much a restaurant, but a large pagoda with tables under it. Servers would bring the food from a main kitchen off the back. Most of the places we ate at were this way, which was a nice change from western-style indoor dining.
As we went in from the rain, again children swarmed around us trying to sell their things. As soon as I got out of the car, one boy came to me.
“Hello! What’s your name? Where are you from? I’m Spider Boy! Would you like to buy some postcards?”
I told him I’d buy them after lunch.
During lunch these children waited on the outskirts of the pagoda, not allowed to come in. They tried to sell things to the other tourists as they came to and fro. Spider Boy, his partner in crime Spider Man (a friend a few years older), and one little girl were eyeing me in particular. During lunch, the little girl slipped into the “restaurant” and placed a note on the chair next to me. It was written on the back of a cardboard postcard case. I wrote back to her and planned to give her the note as I left.
Finally the rain let up and I went to the entryway. I gave Spider Boy a dollar for the postcards, and the girl who gave me the note followed me to the car. I tried to give her my return letter several times, but she wouldn’t take it. She just kept following me. Finally I got in and closed the door. I looked back, and saw her waiting at the window. She was crying.
“You won’t buy from me,” she said, tears rolling down her face.
I told him I’d buy them after lunch.
During lunch these children waited on the outskirts of the pagoda, not allowed to come in. They tried to sell things to the other tourists as they came to and fro. Spider Boy, his partner in crime Spider Man (a friend a few years older), and one little girl were eyeing me in particular. During lunch, the little girl slipped into the “restaurant” and placed a note on the chair next to me. It was written on the back of a cardboard postcard case. I wrote back to her and planned to give her the note as I left.
Finally the rain let up and I went to the entryway. I gave Spider Boy a dollar for the postcards, and the girl who gave me the note followed me to the car. I tried to give her my return letter several times, but she wouldn’t take it. She just kept following me. Finally I got in and closed the door. I looked back, and saw her waiting at the window. She was crying.
“You won’t buy from me,” she said, tears rolling down her face.
I didn’t know what to do. I thought of several scenarios within a few seconds. Was she tricking me? Would I be encouraging bad behavior if I gave in? Is she learning that it’s OK to cry when she doesn’t get her way? Did I miss something? Did she give me the note expecting that I’d buy from her in return? What was one dollar to me anyway?
I searched through my bag, opened the door, and gave her a dollar. She tried to give me what she was selling (postcards maybe? Bracelets?), but I told her it was OK. She could sell them to someone else. She smiled and walked away satisfied, an improvement in my eyes. It was hard for me to keep in my own tears after that. Not only for this girl who could live a full day on that one dollar, but for all of them. The handicapped people playing music outside of the temples instead of begging, the burn victims, the children who can’t afford to go to school or die from diarrhea. That’s right, they die from illnesses as simple and curable as diarrhea.
The day we rented the bikes, Mom and I searched around for hospitals in the area that accepted volunteers. We were eventually led to Angkor Children’s Hospital. It turns out they do accept volunteers, and are fully run by donations. If you are interested, here are the websites. www.angkorhospital.org and www.fwab.org. When we go back, this may be where we choose to do our volunteer work.
We also met a man named Thary before we left. He was born with only one leg, which is too small to function normally, and deformed hands. He had a little plot, about one foot by one foot, set up in the Old Market in Siem Reap. He was making bracelets and selling them to tourists. Being handicapped meant that he couldn’t function normally in society and had to find his own way through life. Mom and I decided to talk with him and buy some of his bracelets to take home. He also gave us his e-mail address and said that sometimes people like to order bracelets through e-mail. I’m planning to buy some more of these bracelets for myself, but if anyone else would like one I would be willing to donate to him in your name. You can get personalized and monogrammed bracelets or anklets. They’re simple and made of colored waxed string, but the point is not so much the bracelet itself as it is to support someone making a way for himself. There is a picture of him in the slideshow as well. I asked Thary where he learned how to make them and he said, “I didn’t learn.”
I searched through my bag, opened the door, and gave her a dollar. She tried to give me what she was selling (postcards maybe? Bracelets?), but I told her it was OK. She could sell them to someone else. She smiled and walked away satisfied, an improvement in my eyes. It was hard for me to keep in my own tears after that. Not only for this girl who could live a full day on that one dollar, but for all of them. The handicapped people playing music outside of the temples instead of begging, the burn victims, the children who can’t afford to go to school or die from diarrhea. That’s right, they die from illnesses as simple and curable as diarrhea.
The day we rented the bikes, Mom and I searched around for hospitals in the area that accepted volunteers. We were eventually led to Angkor Children’s Hospital. It turns out they do accept volunteers, and are fully run by donations. If you are interested, here are the websites. www.angkorhospital.org and www.fwab.org. When we go back, this may be where we choose to do our volunteer work.
We also met a man named Thary before we left. He was born with only one leg, which is too small to function normally, and deformed hands. He had a little plot, about one foot by one foot, set up in the Old Market in Siem Reap. He was making bracelets and selling them to tourists. Being handicapped meant that he couldn’t function normally in society and had to find his own way through life. Mom and I decided to talk with him and buy some of his bracelets to take home. He also gave us his e-mail address and said that sometimes people like to order bracelets through e-mail. I’m planning to buy some more of these bracelets for myself, but if anyone else would like one I would be willing to donate to him in your name. You can get personalized and monogrammed bracelets or anklets. They’re simple and made of colored waxed string, but the point is not so much the bracelet itself as it is to support someone making a way for himself. There is a picture of him in the slideshow as well. I asked Thary where he learned how to make them and he said, “I didn’t learn.”
He taught himself!
So I don’t know what it was exactly about Cambodia that attracted us, but I would say for sure it had something to do with the people. The way they smiled? The way they would eagerly come up and talk to you even with broken English? I’m pretty sure most of it is in the smile, but that could just be me personally. I think it is a beautiful country and they are all beautiful people. I think they could use some help and support from those who already have everything they need. This is something I’m going to work on now.
Thanks for reading.
Lana
PS. I find that my priorities have been shifting rapidly lately. While at one point it was doing what I can now to ensure success in the future, I’m starting to think that friends, family, and service to others (people, environment, animals, planet, whatever) is what’s most important. Perhaps a topic for another day.
So I don’t know what it was exactly about Cambodia that attracted us, but I would say for sure it had something to do with the people. The way they smiled? The way they would eagerly come up and talk to you even with broken English? I’m pretty sure most of it is in the smile, but that could just be me personally. I think it is a beautiful country and they are all beautiful people. I think they could use some help and support from those who already have everything they need. This is something I’m going to work on now.
Thanks for reading.
Lana
PS. I find that my priorities have been shifting rapidly lately. While at one point it was doing what I can now to ensure success in the future, I’m starting to think that friends, family, and service to others (people, environment, animals, planet, whatever) is what’s most important. Perhaps a topic for another day.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Summer Vacation 2011
I was unable to upload as many photos onto flickr as I'd have liked, but here is a preview of our trip to Thailand and Cambodia. I will update the story portion tomorrow or the day after.
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