Blogging - a vent, a process, a development

Blogging - a vent, a process, a development
Cheryl and I on a tandem bike we rented on Cat Ba Island, Vietnam during our wonderful honeymoon

Hello, and welcome to our adventures, misadventures, and general musings

Cheryl and I are now living in our little house on the prairie and are enjoying the non-stresses of small-town life. We miss our friends and family and love it when they are in touch.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Who Knows of a Good Contract For M?


Hello all family, friends, and friendly readers.

Cheryl and I want to send out a general call for help. We have a Thai friend named "M" that is in a bit of a bind. It appears he has been very loyal to his employer for too long without getting paid. He has decided he would like to shed the shackles of low-paying employment here in Thailand and go to Canada to become a treeplanter. We have promised M that we will ask around for help in finding a contract. Does anyone have any information to a good treeplanting company that M can contact? He is a hardworking young man with a very positive attitude. If you have any helpful information please click the comment link below or email us at jayewert1@hotmail.com so we can help him out. Thanks be to all.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Much the Richer


Today is a wonderful day. I just arrived at work and checked my email to find out the most incredible news. For years I have been fine-tuning how to get the maximum money back on my education through the Millenium Scholarship Program. In my email box this morning was a notification that I have recieved my final portion larger than any I have ever heard off (much larger). In fact, I recieved such a large scholarship that the email informed me my provincial student loan portion is now PAID IN FULL and carries a balance of ZERO!!! Yay!!! Needless to say this makes me very happy. Cheryl and I just made a giant leap toward ultimate zero (like that will ever happen, but it's nice to muse). I just had to tell everyone because it isn't everyday you get news about making a stride towards being out of debt. Long live scholarships!

Friday, September 21, 2007

Viva La Wieners


We all know them as a form of food that we eat only on certain occasions such as picnics over a fire, at the beach, festivals, fairs, or on children’s birthdays. Most of us, in no way, would consider them to be an actual source of sustenance or respect them enough to actually include them in any plan for a healthy diet. Some would even argue that they are not even meat. Granted, a wiener is various parts of left-over meat brought together and pounded/pressed together by some large bohemouth of a machine in a factory somewhere. Then a generous portion of “wiener flavour” is added to make them taste just that much juicier. Truth be told they consist more of “animal parts” than actual meat themselves (but who’s really keeping track of these things anyway?) And yet we all, at some point or another, close our eyes, enjoy the festivities around us, and take part in the odd ‘dog’ now and then. I admit, I enjoy them now and then too. They remind me of those festive times of youth, games, and picnics.

But is a wiener really a meal? Not a hotdog, I’m talking about a wiener. Or, how about a pile of wieners? Say, a pile of wieners put into a bag with various assortments of condiments generously applied and then eaten with a stick? Dear reader, please take a moment and answer this question for yourself before continuing this blog.

Welcome to Thailand; the place where people eat everything and anything that moves and even some things that don’t (like wieners). Cheryl and I often buy food on the soi (road vendors) such as curries, spring rolls, fruit, fruit shakes, doughnuts, and many other things, however, there is always a place to draw the line. For some “God knows what” reason, people in Thailand are all about the wieners. On any given street you can find at least 20 different types of wieners (and variations thereof). When you walk into a 7-11 store (of which there are at least 1-2 per block) you will find no less than 12 different types of wieners you can have cut, shoved into a bag, and then cooked in a microwave. Mmmmmmmmm. On the street itself there are various forms of similar animal-part-related meats consisting of pork, fish, chicken, beef, etc.,etc.,etc. (note the etc.’s, as they are the secret ingredient in all wieners).

Wieners, it appears, are not only considered an important part of anyone’s diet in Thailand, but due to the absolutely ridiculous numbers of vendors that sell them, I would judge they are a staple of the Thai diet.

It is not unusual to find wieners in baking as well. But of course! Who wouldn’t want a fluffy croissant wrapped around a wedge of animal parts, with wiener flavour injected, and then smothered in icing? Not me for one. Not Cheryl for two. At this point I apologize if you decided to sit down and read our blog just prior to dinner.
No, Cheryl and I have yet to acquiesce to wieners within baking. But here is the funniest part. Cheryl and I have often seen Thai people eating all of these wieners smothered in various condiments, however, where is the bun? With all these wieners being consumed is there some hidden mountain of hotdog buns molding away somewhere forlornly missing the wieners that were so cruelly taken from them? NO! They are being used elsewhere. The buns are used for ice cream. No really! Cart vendors that sell ice cream always have a stock of hotdog buns to fill with ice cream for the swarming customers (all Thai I might add) that want to eat them.

Yes, Thailand is definitely a different world than that which we came from. At times it is a stretch to understand but then I remember certain details from back home. We still eat hotdogs in Canada. Some of us claim to “ascend” to the high quality of smokies, but is it really an improvement, or merely a lofty way to excuse ourselves from high-fat-content gluttony? As well, since childhood I have noticed spam, klik, and other variations of meat-want-to-be’s on the shelf of the local grocer. Someone must be eating it all. And lest we forget, more McDonald’s is purchased and consumed in North America than anywhere else in the world and I’ll eat my hat if a McDonald’s burger has more meat content than a wiener (of course, so might the hat).

That said, Thailand may be a strange, and sometimes terrifying place for us falangs (foreigner), but when we arrive back home, I’m sure I will be just as scared of Canadians and the like. So keep eating your festive imitations foods, and when we arrive home, we will pull our lawn chair up to the fire, stick a skewer, and chow down on our beloved animal parts with all our friends and family.

*The writer would like to recognize the hard-working efforts of the wiener-making industry. Without their hard-working efforts the festive eating of snouts, hoofs, tails, and various other animal parts would not be able to occur. Let us all raise our glass to the meat pressing industry of planet Earth.

*Note: The picture of the vendor selling wieners is similar to what can be seen on literally every street in Thailand.

*Editors note: Please feel free to share your experiences with wieners by leaving a comment by clicking of the link below. Let all people everywhere know your fond memories of "meat".

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

“Buy my fruit!!!” screamed the robot.

After the initial fairy tale week of getting married in northern Thailand and enjoying the first moments of married life, Cheryl and I were thrust into the world of living and working in Bangkok. Our Air Asia plane landed in BKK airport at about 2 a.m. where we met with the other members of Cheryl's University of Winnipeg program. Then we were shuttled deep in the suburbs of Nan Khem to our new home in KornKarn Apartments. Our apartment seemed nice and we were happy to see it. Mostly we were just happy to drop our stuff and go to sleep hoping that we could forget the fact that our truncated honeymoon was over and we were about to engage once more in the responsibilities that traditionally come attached to life; work, money, etc.


We slept comfortably enough considering that we still hadn't mastered the art of sleep in a tropical climate, aka either lying in a cold sweat with no blankets or choking from a dry throat due to air conditioning. But, we were robbed of the peaceful moments between waking up from a blissful sleep and remembering the existence of the waking world. We were unmercifully thrust into consciousness by the crackling sound of a loudspeaker seemingly hovering outside of our bedroom window. The voice erupting outside sounded like a cross between a robot in agony and the menacing tone I imagined big brother to have in Orwell’s famous novel, 1984. I awoke quickly wondering what nightmarish world it was I had woken up to where robots scream at a person so early in the morning. Upon looking outside I found there was indeed no robot hovering outside. In fact, I could see nothing that would at all explain the source of the sound.

Eventually the cacophony faded as if it were getting further away. It appeared the sound had been a mere echo that must have originated on the bustling streets below and was amplified by the walls of the apartment buildings around us. I was so confused as to the origin of the terrible noise and hoped that it would not be a noise repeated on consecutive mornings. Later, as Cheryl and I were walking along the street I spied the source of the terrible noise. A truck was driving slowly down the road. In the back of the truck was a huge pile of strange-looking fruit, which I later found out was called “rambutan”.
Attached to the top of the truck was a steel loudspeaker through which the driver was loudly proclaiming (I assume) in Thai “Buy my fruit!!! Buy my fruit!!! Buy my fruit!!!” Why someone would attempt using such an awful noise to sell something still seems rather ridiculous to me.




As life went on for Cheryl and I here in Bangkok we started noticing that many people use metal loudspeakers, megaphones and various other irritating forms of voice amplification for getting people attention and selling their wares. There is one gentleman close to our home who sells pig heads and will sit for hours on end talking into his microphone announcing about his wonderful pig heads for sale. In Canada I’m sure not only would this kind of selling not work but it would absolutely repel people. But, then again, if one took out everything repellent and not understandable in Thailand it just wouldn’t be as interesting as it is.

Every now and then either Cheryl or I will say “Buy my fruit!!!” and we burst out laughing. It has become almost a satirical humour to us as it represents so many things that mean so much more than “Buy my fruit!!!”

Editors note: The picture of the strange fruit that looks like the stool of a Jim Henson creation is a rambutan fruit. They are quite good. You tug them open and eat the insides similar to a lychee nut.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Sorry for not Blogging


Hello to all of you who read and patiently wait for more...

This blog is in place as an apology for not blogging more often. Examinations are around the corner at Cheryl's and my school so we are attempting to keep up with our marking, assignments, preparing our students, keeping parents happy, etc, etc. We are spending late nights and not having time for personal items such as blogging. We have, however, been planning for our two-week trip come October (location to be revealed later). I promise to blog more in the near future and keep you all informed of our adventures and plans. We miss our family and friends and hope to hear from all of you. Please take the time to leave us a message by clicking on the comments tab below each blog, or contact via email (the links are on the right side of the page).