Today started like most days. I got to school just before 7:00 a.m. anxious to get some work done before an 8:00 a.m. meeting before school started at 8:45. Of course, the internet wasn't working but for the past week I've been having computer problems so that wasn't unusual.
After wasting 1/2 hour to get 2 pages printed, I raced to the meeting, which was quite productive but ran a bit long. I dropped off my stuff in the classroom where my terrific assistant teacher was supervising the mayhem of 21 enthusiastic first graders putting away their things and getting ready for the day. As I ran down the hall to use the bathroom before class started, I ran into one of my kids walking slowly toward our room, looking decidedly dejected.
I spent five minutes drying his tears and assuring him that even though his "momma" (what families here call young female servants who help their children) was nowhere to be seen and had his book bag, she knew where his class was and would get their eventually.
School started, as usual, with the National Anthem, followed by the school song. During the school song I noticed someone peering through the small space in the doors. I went to check - yup, it was the momma, with the book bag.
Five minutes later, someone else came to the door, asking me if everything was set for the 10:00 meeting (during my regular break time) with teachers from another department. Yes, as far as I knew, we were set and here are the handouts.
Two minutes after that, someone else came to the door, explaining that the room we'd planned to use for the meeting was no longer available so where would I like to have it and could I inform everyone, please.
My trusty AT took over our morning routine while I ran down to make sure everyone got the message and we'd all be in the same place for our 10 meeting.
Back in the class, I resumed the routine with the kids. Then the internet died again so I ran up to let IT know there was a problem. I found out later it was only a problem with my computer.
Once again back in class, we continued with the lesson, which involved the kids working on our week's work on writing opinions and giving reasons to support them. This morning, while I'd been running around the school like a madwoman, they'd spent 15 minutes writing their opinion on who their favorite person was.
As the kids shared what they'd written, I was touched. They'd done a good job and while I expected to hear mostly about parents, many of the kids had chosen me. And they had some delightful reasons for choosing me. "Tr. Nancy loves me and has very soft skin." "Tr. Nancy keeps me safe and teaches me and she's funny." Awww. Actually, several students mentioned my soft skin. I should do ads for skin creams, apparently.
While we were finishing up the activity and I was mentally transitioning to my 10 meeting, more adults arrived at the door. This time, it was the school founder, the head of school and several strangers. While the kids watched, I was introduced to the Chinese Ambassador to Myanmar, who was touring the school.
The group stayed for about five minutes, looking around my classroom and watching the kids at work. Hopefully the Ambassador noticed that part of our class decor were pictures the kids had colored of the United States, Samoa, and China. We just finished our world cultures lesson.
The rest of the day went a bit more smoothly. We did have more visitors. Most days, we have no visitors during class time. After the last, I asked my AT to shoot the next person who tried to come in the room. If you've ever taught young kids, you know that they work best with routine. We had 11 different interruptions to our class today, which didn't make it easy to keep our usual daily flow.
But flow it did and the kids left, happy and excited as ever.
I got home, did a bit of cooking and was relaxing when a HUGE sand storm blew through. It was sudden and violent and the birds were going crazy, trying to figure out which direction to go since the wind was swirling and blowing clouds of dust sky high. I felt particularly sorry for the young couple on a motorbike who were parked outside my apartment, necking when the storm suddenly hit. They must have felt sand blasted as they waited for the storm to abate enough for them to drive off. I felt even sorrier an hour later for one of my favorite local staff who waved (as she does every day) as she rode her bicycle home past my windows. At least the wind had lessened by then.
Now, it's time for relaxing and bed. I felt honored to meet the Ambassador but am hoping for a less interesting day tomorrow. Then again, it's a full moon and Funday Friday, so who knows?
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
The internet is never fast in Myanmar. The last couple of days have been particularly slow. Even using my cell phone as a tether, it has taken hours to upload a few photos. It's now 4:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. I'm going to give it another shot to share some photos from my errands yesterday.
|Typical local brooms. I use one every day and it is very effective at getting rid of the fine dust during the dry season.|
|The street outside Mingalar market.|
|One of the friendly vendors inside. She's wearing thanaka on her face, as most women and children in Myanmar do.|
|A water cart. I missed getting a photo of the middle-aged woman who was pushing it around. She was busy hauling buckets of water into the market to sell to the vendors.|
|We have a variety of fresh vegetables.|
|This is the man I buy my garlic and potatoes from. He's a little person (only one I've seen in Myanmar) and always has a huge smile.|
|That's the smile that makes my day - every Saturday.|
|Myanmar cuisine uses a lot of dried fish. Here are bags of it. I'm not a fan and never buy the stuff.|
|As you enter the market, there are various aisles you can use to get to the main part of the market. This one is filled with dried fish and spices. The floor is uneven and usually wet, so I have to be careful walking. The smells are amazing.|
|Garlic and red chilis. Can you guess the staples of Myanmar cooking?|
|She was so friendly until her mom insisted she have her photo taken - then she turned shy.|
|As I took photos, I realized that people I didn't take pictures of felt a bit left out. This isn't one of the vendors I usually buy from (there are so many!) but always smiles and says hello.|
|Another vendor. Big smiles until the camera comes out, then looking more serious. That's thanaka on her face. For beauty, cooling and to keep her skin young.|
|A row of spices. Most, I've never heard of. All smell amazing.|
|The friendly spice lady. She doesn't speak English. I don't speak Myanmar. But, with sign language and effort we're able to communicate about her products.|
|I smelled this to confirm it is cinnamon. Saundi bought this large piece for fifty cents. Next time I'm in Publix, looking at a tiny tin of ground cinnamon for $3.00, I'll be laughing out loud.|
|This friendly woman sells dried fish. Which I never buy, but she always says hello anyway.|
|Can you tell what it is? Dried fish!|
|Some of the fresh vegetables. Baby carrots (real ones, not the adult, ground down things we buy in the US), pea pods, okra, asparagus, sprouts, etc.|
|It's asparagus season! Almost every vendor had asparagus this week. Not cheap - $1 for a bundle. But so delicious. I bought 3 bundles from 3 different vendors. Gotta share the love.|
|This lady sells eggs. I buy them, she puts them in a plastic bag. Refrigerated? No. I've never gotten sick from them.|
|After walking through the spice aisle, we enter the main part of the market.|
|Fresh produce is always available and very inexpensive. If I avoid the pricey asparagus (just coming into season) I can spend $5 for all I can carry.|
|Local sausages on sale. I'm not a fan - too greasy for my taste.|
|In the wet part of the market - this man sells butchered goat. They call it mutton here but it is goat. And very tasty goat indeed.|
|Prefer seafood? No problem. Fresh fish from the Irrawaddy river. There's a wholesale market there that I've visited and need to take photos of. An amazing experience and more friendly people happy to show their wares and say hello.|
|I love the fresh water prawns but they are expensive. The ones on the left are $4 and $5 for the ones on the right. For that price you get about 4 prawns. Enough for a meal for one.|
|This monk was collecting alms for the day's food. He was happy to have his photo taken. I was happy to contribute.|
|My favorite tomato lady. She always greets me with a huge smile. After Christmas, when I was out of the country for 3 weeks, she expressed great concern and joy that I was back. She is one of the many reasons I love living in Myanmar.|
|These girls were walking by and saw me taking photos of my "tomato lady" friend. They were happy to have their picture taken.|
|The smile that comes with every tomato.|
|This lady is across from my avocado vendor. She sells only dried fish and accepts that I love vegetables but not her products. She always says hello anyway.|
|My favorite avocado lady.|
|This is thanaka. You grind it, make it into a paste with water and put it on your face and body. It prevents sun burn, makes the skin cooler, looks nice and helps the skin. Mostly used by women and children.|
|So many shoes and not a single one in my size. Imagine my excitement when, later in the day, we went to a mall and I found wonderful shoes in my size!|
|Beautiful Myanmar girl.|
|And her friend - the girls are slim, polite and beautiful. Grace and beauty are important in their culture.|
|This vendor is also beautiful but she was busy and I couldn't get a great photo of her., The vendors track their sales in notebooks like the one she is holding.|
|Saundi, silly girl, thought she could buy undies at the market. The one she is holding is an extra large. XL for Myanmar butts is teeny tiny for Western butts.|
|Another beautiful Myanmar woman in a traditional longyi, tracking her sales in her notebook.|
|Ok, I love kids. That's why I teach first grade. But really, a toddler with charm and matching beverage? Too cute!|
|I bought fresh paneer cheese from this lady. $.20 for a bag of fresh, warm cheese. And you ask why I love Myanmar?|
|Samoan friends! I was not lying or kidding you. These are banana flowers for sale and they eat them. They are delicious!|
|These ladies saw me taking pictures and wanted to get in on the action. The one is "feeding" coffee to her friend. We hugged after the photo.|
|Lots of fresh produce, including wonderful tomatoes from Shan state. About $.50 a kilo.|
|A married couple of vendors.|
|A proud grandma and her baby.|
|Outside the market, these guys offer rides on their trishaws.|
|A close up of the guys. They were happy to pose and interested to see how they looked in the photo.|
|Young monks. Monks, of all ages, are everywhere. These guys are carrying their lunch pails.|
|A second before this photo, these guys were 2 inches from our car and we were smiling at each other.|
|Typical street scene in downtown Mandalay. Yes, if you look closely, that's a vehicle that's decomposing.|
|The sidewalk. That's sewage/water under the sidewalk. I loved that someone put a heart in the cement. My toes and my driver's toes.|
|Want to see the latest American movies? $.40 or 3 for $1 in Mandalay.|
|Does that look like booze being sold? Nope, oil, in liquor bottles for sale.|
|People carry their entire business on their head here. They have much better posture than I do.|
|She's frying a delicious kind of bread. On the sidewalk.|
|She used an ingenious extruder tooln to make the bread. Americans are smart but we can learn a lot from the people making a living on the street in Asia.|
|Cute kid who turned shy when her mom told her to say hello to me.|
|Oreos are everywhere, including at street vendors in Myanmar.|
|Creative way to put tables on stairs.|
|I admired a baby. Then I went into their very nice store. I bought a couple of things (cards/deodorant) then they asked to take photos.|
|It may be illegal to ride in the back of pickups in the U.S., but it is typical in Asia.|
|Saundi wanted to buy a cabinet. Our driver took us to the "rich people" mall for furniture. He doesn't realize that all foreigners are not rich people.|
|Sorry, but I'm just not into the Asian aesthetic of decor.|
|We then went to the "real people" furniture area of town and while Saundi shopped, I met this cutie.|
|Motorbikes are very common in Mandalay. Motorcycles, like this Yamaha are treasured and rare.|
|While Saundi shopped, I sat in the proffered chair and watched the world go by.|
|As I sat in the shade on a 103 degree day, these folks jammed into the local transport.|
|High class hotel and local vendor.|
|The guys who offered me the chair and kept me company while Saundi was shopping.|
|Let the photo taking with the foreigner commence. I was the only one not chewing betel nut.|
|He took the previous photo. His wife was so embarrassed to be in the picture.|
|After sitting for awhile and taking photos, I got bored and walked down the street. This may look like a dump in front of a pagoda but when evening comes, this will transform into a restaurant.|
|Mandalay is over 50% Chinese, which is apparent in restaurant signs.|
|After all that shopping we were hungry and tried a new restaurant (there are so many!) in town. This Thai restaurant, near CitiMart, was good but tasted more Chinese than Thai.|
|But we were eager for the food - including the pork skin.|
|After lunch we went to SP Bakery, where I enjoyed a blackberry cheesecake tart. I felt compelled to use the glove that came with the tart.|
|Saundi enjoying her shampoo.|
|After the massage, shampoo, mani/pedi, as we waited for our driver I spotted a cute baby nearby. I walked down to say hello and this lady asked to take my photo.|
|Then the family photos began.|
|We talked, laughed, took photos, gave high fives....a five minute experience while waiting for a taxi in Mandalay. I can't wait to see them next week when I go to Style Star.|