English Camp #2. Coming Soon.
English Camp #2. Coming Soon.
I made this very early in the year.
(Please note: I had a sinus infection while recording the voice over, and I laugh really loudly when I’m behind the camera. I promise that my later videos have more music and less laughter. Well, they have laughter, but it’s not coming from me while filming.)
I love being the ETA at SMK Dong! 🙂
I write this title only slightly tongue-in-cheek. Raub is definitely not Paris, but because Raub wants very much to boost its tourism economy, strands of twinkling lights hang in the trees and brighten up the night. I find it very charming; they remind me of Christmas lights year-round!
Raub is a bustling little town, with surprisingly heavy traffic during rush hour. And while we’re on the topic of driving in Malaysia, I would like to discuss a few topics:
1. Traffic in Malaysia is much more fluid than traffic in the USA. Cars weave and out of lanes, motorcycles drive in an invisible lane located on the edge of the road, and drivers seem to pay more attention to what is going on around them. “Do not pass” markings are amusing and helpful suggestions, but usually ignored. Turn lane? No, that’s a passing lane. Unmarked speed bumps are common (and painful). Goats and cows occasionally wander along the side of the road. Lorries and logging trucks have no regard for human life, especially unfortunate souls on motorbikes. Thankfully, speed limits are in km/hr rather than mph, so the rate that people weave and dodge is at a reasonable speed.
2. In Malaysia, cars are driven on the left side of the road. This was confusing to me at first (which was a problem when coming to a four-way intersection and having a brief moment of terror because OMG I don’t know what lane I should be in), but after several months of living here, I’m used to it. I’m now briefly alarmed when I watch American movies/TV that feature characters driving on the right side of the road. It seems so… unnatural now.
3. Weaving in and out of traffic on a motorbike is really, really fun. Driving in general seems to be less of a chore than an adventure. And I don’t think that’s just because hardly anyone wears seat belts. Well, that might have something to do with it.
IF YOU ARE A STUDENT READING THIS: Please, please, please, always wear your motorbike helmet. No excuses. Your brain is too important and accidents on bikes are way too common.
Raub is one of the oldest cities in Pahang. The city is known for its gold mining, and has had an Australian presence in the community since 1889, with the formation of the Raub Australian Gold Mine. A few weeks ago, I accidentally found the gold mine after taking a wrong turn on my motorbike. Locals who haven’t read about ETAs in the newspapers (there are a few!) usually assume I’m Australian.
I can find most anything that I need in the city (with the exception of coffee filters, flat sheets, ant traps, dried beans, normal milk, and mac & cheese). We have a KFC, a few coffee shops, photo developing places, school supplies, computer stores, and a Marry Brown (Malaysian fast food chain). When we first arrived, a Fun Fair was in town, which reminded me of the Alexandria (World’s) Fair, the local county fair that I go to every year at home. One of my favorite things in the city is Taman Tasik, a lake with a walking/jogging path around it. My plan (now that I’m at the halfway point in my stay) is to get myself motivated enough to go there to run. You know what they say, “Eat nasi goreng (fried rice), become nasi goreng.”
The neighborhood that I live in feels very much like Malaysia’s version of suburbia. Jungle and plantations surround the area. The plantations are for palm oil and rubber trees, and there are some smaller plantations for dragon fruit and durian. Palm oil is a very important industry to Malaysia and brings in a lot of profit to the country, and rubber tapping is a very common profession. Many of my students’ parents are rubber tappers.
My school, SMK Dong, is located in Dong, which is about 20 km from where I live in Raub. I still have a lot of Dong to explore, but here’s a clip of the scenery on the way home from school every day.
[Video to be added soon! Check back later!]
And just when you thought all of this was making sense:
Next time – more about my school, SMK Dong!
Now settled into Kuantan, we proceeded to have orientation, led by the (still) amazing Puan Faridah. Schools and campuses were visited, notes were taken, lectures were attended, practice lessons were taught, and presentations were given.
The Pahang ETAs spent a little while attending a “intensive Bahasa Malaysian” class, proving just how much BM I had not absorbed during our classes in Kuala Lumpur. The best part of the class was the scavenger hunt that involved talking, questioning, and bartering with locals in the area. I had a nice (albeit broken) conversation with a taxi driver about his family, even though I could understand more than I could speak. [This is still the case, five months later!]
The best part of Pahang Orientation was finally meeting our mentors. Kak (short for kakak, meaning “big sister”) Zaida and I got to know each other through various games and activities, including carrying beans with chopsticks, bowling with coconuts, carrying palm oil seeds on a spoon that we held in our mouths, and (refreshingly American!) basketball.
After meeting and shaking hands with our principals, it was soon time to depart for our new homes. Of course, our closing ceremony was interrupted by our ever-present dancing and drumming friends:
Stay tuned for next time: Raub and SMK Dong!
After several hours aboard a bus, we finally reached Cherating, where we would be spending our Chinese New Year holiday before going to Kuantan (the capital of Pahang) for state-level orientation. We took a few moments that evening to explore the beach near our dorms, and climbed the water tower to get a better view.
The amazing (words cannot express the extent) Puan Faridah let the fifteen of us choose what we wanted to do for the long weekend. Our first stop was Teluk Chempedak. It was literally impossible to take bad pictures there.
We then visited a batik factory. Batik is a style of cloth in Malaysia and Indonesia that is made from stamping wax on a plain cloth and then dipping it in dye (for an American audience: think of a more complicated, more expensive version of tie-dying that uses wax instead of rubber bands). Indonesian batik has tiny, intricate designs, whereas Malaysian batik tends to have bigger loops or regular patterns. I’m still very much a novice at recognizing batik, even though all the teachers at my school wear baju kurungs with batik designs every Thursday.
After that, we went to a beach, played in the sand, and then went for a firefly boat ride. The water was unusually high that night, so we saw fewer fireflies than are usually seen. Regardless, fireflies came right up to the boat, so we could capture them gently in our hands, and then let them fly away again. I regret to say that I have no idea where we were; my journaling was sub-par (read: non-existent) during this part of the trip and Googling “fireflies in Kuantan” is not helpful. If you are a Pahang ETA reading this and know where we went, please send me an email. Thanks!
The next morning, we crossed Sungei Lembing (Lembing River) via a rickety rope bridge and then headed to Bukit Panorama. I should have known that something was afoot when Puan Faridah said she’d wait for us on the bus and didn’t follow us up the hill.
Bukit Panorama, or “Panoramic Hill,” is 325 meters (1,066 ft) high, not quite a mountain, but by any standards, it is quite a tall hill. Under normal circumstances, it would have been an energetic but doable climb; that day, it was a grossly unpleasant surprise and some of us (myself included) were not dressed for, nor were we emotionally prepared for the trek. After much bellyaching, we finally reached the top and enjoyed the panoramic view. After this day, “I refuse to climb a mountain today,” was a line often heard during our orientation.
On the way back, we visited Charas Cave, which contained a Sleeping Buddha. After climbing Bukit Panorama, the last thing I wanted to do was climb more stairs, but walking around in the cave made me feel like Lara Croft, so it was worth it.
That night, we introduced Puan Faridah & Daughters to the glory of a beachfront campfire. We roasted the only bag of halal marshmallows in all of Kuantan (and about three years beyond its expiration date) over a fire fueled by driftwood. The more scientifically minded among us designed and implemented trenches to avoid rising tides for as long as possible. Ultimately the South China Sea reclaimed our fire, but it was fun while it lasted!
The next morning, we visited Tasik Chini (Late Chini). Tasik Chini is known for its Snake Hole and its orang asli population. We took a boat ride to see both.
The Snake Hole has various legends associated with it. My favorite is the one in which the dragon-snake of Malaysia went to fight the dragon-snake of Thailand, and after an embarrassing defeat, the Malaysian dragon-snake burrowed in the hole to sulk. Our tour guide told us that this particular dragon hasn’t been seen since the 1960s. It’s like the Loch Ness monster, except uniquely Malaysian.
As for the orang asli – for those not familiar with the term, it means “original people,” and refers to indigenous Malaysians. Orang asli are nomadic people who live in the jungle. They generally speak their own languages, and this specific community has children that commute to a government school by boat. The orang asli have a reputation for being tough and self-sustaining; the man in this photograph told a story about fighting and killing a tiger.
After our tour, we had a little bit of time to explore Tasik Chini and I went kayaking for the first time! I was afraid my camera would be ruined with all the splashing and possibility of drowning, so I have no pictures of the experience. Except for this:
For dinner, the ETAs were treated to a special reception on the pier. This was the first of many chances I would have to embarrass myself singing karaoke. My first song: “This Love” by Maroon 5. In retrospect, there were better songs to sing to a Malaysian audience…
The next morning (have I mentioned how much we did during these few days?), we went to a Malay double wedding. A brother and a sister were getting married at the same time, and we were invited to the reception. Malay brides can wear whatever color they desire at their weddings; these two chose baby blue and neon yellow.
That night, we had a surprise birthday celebration at Pizza Hut (unexpected dinner #2), and finished up the night with karaoke.
These few days blur together in my memory, so if you are a Pahang person reading this and I got any of it wrong (possible/likely), please send me an email so I can correct it. We also did several things I didn’t photograph, which are now lost to me. I distinctly remember a dinner at a government official’s house where we all swayed and sang “Lean on Me” without knowing most of the words.
Whew! And after this sight-seeing-filled weekend, it was time to get started with Pahang orientation.
At this point in my story, orientation in Kuala Lumpur was almost over, and on the final day in the MACEE building (18 January), we were treated to a loud and startling surprise.
Someone had alerted us that we should grab our cameras for whatever was happening next, so I headed back to the room to get mine. Before I made it out to the hallway, I was greeted by drumming in the distance and what seemed to be the heavy footfalls of an invading army.
Thankfully, it wasn’t an army, but the first of many Lion Dances we would see and hear over the next few days. A Lion Dance is a staple of the Chinese New Year, in which dancers dress up in traditional outfits, carve fruit, and spit out oranges for good luck. I managed to catch my first orange!
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Probably the most interesting thing to happen over those few days (and the thing I was least able to photo-document) was the Fulbright English Teaching Assistants meeting with the Prime Minister of Malaysia. Prime Minister Najib is very interested and supportive of the Fulbright ETA program, and invited all fifty of us to tea in Putrajaya. We were unfortunately unable to bring our own cameras into the event, but there was an official photo taken. I’m in pink, three from the left in the third row.
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Finally, our last official meeting (19 January) before being dispersed to our states was with the Malaysian Ministry of Education. A slide show was presented, various things were discussed, and Owen delivered his now legendary “Satu Omelet” speech. One of the most famous slogans Malaysia is “Satu Malaysia,” which means “One Malaysia,” and refers to unity among the races in the country. “Satu Omelet” was an American spin on the idea, and Norma later coined a hand gesture to go with the idea (similar to the American Sign Language symbol for the letter “b,” but with a pinky in the air). This gesture has been featured in many group photos of ETAs, and I’m sure it will appear on this blog at a later date.
Some people took this meeting more seriously than others.
Then, it was time for goodbyes as the three groups boarded different buses to our state-level orientation. I joined my Pahang comrades, and we headed off to Cherating, a beach town on the east coast of Malaysia.
I would like to wish a very happy birthday to my baby brother Ryan who (as of today) is no longer a teenager. Congratulations on being 20 and “a fifth of the way through life.” Please note that I had to scroll through nearly 600 self-portrait photobooth photos of you on my computer to select the perfect photo for this honor. I ultimately chose one that is the perfect combination of things that I love; my brother, my brother being snarky about my love of Sarah McLachlan, and my (extensive) Sarah McLaughlan CD collection.
(Note: I went through a phase after high school graduation where I realized I could buy anything in the world on eBay, and for some reason, I thought the most important purchase would be to buy physical copies of all of SM’s CDs [rather than just the MP3s, of course]. I now listen to them only on rare occasions; even I can admit that seven CDs worth of her tear-jerking, animal-cruelty-fighting warbling about love and loss is a bit much.)
Anyway, Ryan, happy birthday! Hope you have a great day. Enjoy your morning run to Denny’s and know that I am craving country fried steak all the way across the world.