Indochina Expedition 2010: Eve of Departure

indochinaMy first semester in China as an English teacher was over.  I would leave at dawn for Vietnam on Monday, January 25, 2010.  Now it was time to go and see if I had what it takes to travel for real.  This would be the first time traveling alone in the developing world without a gun or a posse.  I not only didn’t speak the languages, but lacked any mathematical ability whatsoever.  I knew that I was poor by American standards, but in Laos, I was a millionaire. Trouble lurked ahead when I would try to calculate the cost of a soda or a room.   If I was a dollar off, the entire economy would go of whack and incite the Lord of Misrule to make a cameo appearance.  Furthermore,  I knew this little nature walk through the jungles of darkness and up the river of doubt would prove to be my greatest challenge up to date.

I had three goals:

1. Find a beach in south Vietnam before Chinese New Year (Tet) makes travel impossible.
2. Spend my first days of the Year of the Tiger in the ruins of Angkor Wat in Cambodia.
3. Make it back to China via her back door in the jungles of southwestern Yunnan province: That is, bus and boat through Cambodia, Thailand, Laos via roads and waterways of the Mekong River Basin.

A Day in the Life of a Fake Teacher in the Real China

Fall Final Exams 2009 013One day I found myself squealing like a pig in front of children.  I pushed my nose up, grunted, and oinked.  We were playing a simplified version of charades.  It was a Sunday afternoon in the bleak of January.  And this being China, it was bleaker than bleak.  The dean of my university had loaned me out to a private high school as a “favor.”

My latest rendition caught the students’ attention.  Girls stopped texting and boys ceased roughhousing long enough to look up and shout “pig!” in unison.  I asked the teacher if they’ve played this game before, adding, “They’re very confident.”  Either the blood of Shakespeare coursed through my veins or the children were very smart.

I spent the next ten minutes striking curious poses.  I shapechanged into a frog, duck, and cow.   By some feat of thaumaturgy, I even managed to turn an ordinary seat into a flying bicycle, which I rode around the room.  But the archfiend boredom was in the room as well.  It stalked the children.  One by one they fell prey it.   I wondered if I could win their hearts and minds back if I showed them the wonderfullest trick of all – the coffin trick.  That is escaping from a coffin after it had been nailed shut.

Happiness is a Vampire

IMG_0007Every day I discover other worlds so unlike the one I once called home.  The possibilities seem boundless.  I even fantasize about coming to America to become a Wal Mart door greeter or an assistant manager at McDonald’s.  If I work hard for a couple years and save money, then I could return to paradise and buy a home and still have enough left over to start a business.

Sometimes when I hang out with other expats we cannot stop saying, “I can’t believe this,” and we pinch ourselves to see if we are in a dream.  It is as if we all had met Morpheus in our pre-expat lives and took the red pill.  We tell ourselves this cannot really be happening.  We have it too good here.  And if China becomes untenable we can always relocate to Vietnam or Thailand or Bali or any other country where good old fashioned pioneer spirit and a liberal arts education are valuable commodities.