Saturday, 14 March 2015

A brief trip to Borneo


A few weeks ago I went to Borneo. My friends Andy and Kasia had left Hanoi to work there a few months before so it was a good opportunity to visit them, see the wildlife and walk up Mt. Kinabalu.


They were great hosts, not least because they were good enough to share their salt n vinegar crisps with me. That might not sound like much to you but it is when the nearest packet is 4 hours’ drive away …




Andy & Kasia have an interesting job. They also work for the British Council but their job is different to mine – they mentor Malaysian English teachers at local schools. These jobs are available all over Malaysia, some in cities and some in the middle of nowhere. Andy & Kasia live in the middle of nowhere. At first I thought they lived in Telupid. The address of Telupid is simple: Telupid, The Back of Beyond, Borneo. However, when we got there, they told me that they didn’t actually live in Telupid, that was just the nearest town. No, they lived in a village called Linayukan, about 15 minutes’ drive away. The address is Linayukan, Beyond the Back of Beyond, Borneo.















The job comes with a company car. This is because they have to travel to each school, often quite a way. Once a week, Andy has the best commute in the world – he has a 16km off-road drive to a village school in the jungle. I was itching to have a go at the drive – you pay a load for 4x4 driving experiences in the UK - so he drove me to the start of the track and in I jumped. It reminded me of whitewater kayaking – keep right here, mind that rock there, go around the big hole etc etc … You can’t take your eye off the road (well, bumpy track) for a moment and the few times I made the mistake of thinking I could move up to 3rd gear I very quickly realised my mistake and it was back to 2nd. On a good day, it takes over an hour. On a bad day, the road is impassable and he can’t go to work.









The local children are very curious of course. They often come up to the house to see what's going on. They were very good at saying 'Good morning’ and said it over and over, despite the fact that it was afternoon. After a short while ‘chatting’ I went for a walk with them around the village. Well, not exactly walk; we hopped, ran, jumped and skipped until I was too hot to continue. 



 The most noticeable thing about this area, and in fact everywhere I went, is that everyone smiles.
  
Over a few days we visited the orangutan centre,


the sun bear centre (the smallest bears in the world)


 and the probiscus monkeys centre.





You can only see these in the wild in Borneo so it was a real treat. They were everywhere – about 30 in all – and a few of the males got very excited when the food arrived (that often happens to me too), thumping across the wooden walkway and causing a huge commotion. It was best to just get out of their way.

Pitcher plants and other exotic flowers were common too.

 

At the end of my stay with them, Andy & Kasia dropped me at a hotel next to Mt. Kinabalu, the highest mountain in this part of Asia. I’d been itching to walk up it since I had hatched the plan to visit Borneo. I had also heard of the ‘Low’s Peak Circuit’ – billed as the highest via ferrata in the world. I had to have a go at that.

The walk up on day 1 was a steep 5 hour trek to a hut, where we stayed the night.








From the hut we could see a white line snaking across the face of the mountain.
This was the line of the via ferrata we would follow the next day.




















The next morning started at 2am. We were out by 2.30am, trying to get to the top for the sunrise. Parts of the sections were roped. You just followed the line, which was all you could see in the torchlight. 




To get down, I followed the via ferrata. Basically, a via ferrata is a series of metal steps in the side of the mountain with a steel cable running beside them. All you have to do is use the steps and clip yourself to the cable. It’s a lot safer than rock climbing and a whole lot of fun.





 

   


Back at the hut, we had a ‘second breakfast’ and then a walk back down to the bottom. All in, a 15 hour day for me. To say I was a bit tired is a wee understatement.

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I had a few days back in the main city, Kota Kinabalu, before flying home. I came across some interesting signs.

the smelliest fruit in the world




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A few months ago I went to Hue, the old capital. I went there to run a teacher training course for REACH, my favourite Vietnamese charity. You can find details of their work here: www.reach.org.vn     Basically, REACH trains young (typically 20-somethings) disadvantaged people who have little chance of a job. Over 5-6 months they give them a skill to equip them to get a job. At the end of the course many of them find work in local hotels, shops, hairdressing salons and so on. As many of them may well come into contact with foreign customers, most of the courses also have English lessons. That’s where I come in – I have helped them over the last few years, first mentoring their teachers and then helping to develop each English curriculum.

The training course was the second 3-day training that I had run. The first had been a few months before and had focused on the teachers’ teaching skills. This one was partly about helping the teachers to reflect on their own teaching practice but most of the time was spent on curriculum design. They had a new course in mind: Body care and make-up.   The students on this course would be looking to get jobs in beauty salons and spas, possibly in some of the best hotels in Hanoi. I looked at this course title: Body care and make-up?!!!  How can I help with that – what I know about this can be written on the back of a postage stamp. I tried to write a list of useful vocabulary … lipstick … mascara … err … eyeliner … OK, that had exhausted everything I wear on a Saturday night (joke). I was running out of ideas.

Luckily, the teachers who had proposed the course had done a lot of thinking. They had plenty of language in mind. Our course had to give the students enough basic and specific language to deal with simple exchanges in this context. My job was to guide the teachers to finding the most relevant language and which order to teach it in. By the end of the course, we had a curriculum we were pleased with.




I know, I know, me and a group of women. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

When the course was over I had a couple of days spare to have a look around Hue and the surrounding area …








lunch

 


the teenagers have a lot of fun here















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I continue to have experiences in Vietnam that I’ve never had before. The other day it happened again. I was waiting to catch the lift at work – our offices are on the 12th floor (the top) of a hotel but the classrooms are on the ground floor. Three of us waited a while for a lift – there was obviously a big group in the hotel that day. When it did arrive it was full – full of Vietnamese folk who I guessed were from the provinces. They had probably never been in a lift before and were either enjoying the ride or quite simply didn’t know when to get out. We couldn’t get in so we let them go down again. The other lift didn’t arrive so we waited for the same one to come back. It finally did – full of the same people. I don’t know who was most surprised – us or them. We all just looked at each other. I decided that maybe I could guide them to their destination so I jumped in. The ‘Overload’ light immediately lit up so I had to jump out again and left them to their fate. The other lift arrived and we jumped in.

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It's finally happened - I need glasses. I went to Specsavers of course (the advert persuaded me) and got a prescription for reading glasses but decided to wait until I got back to Hanoi to buy them. The opticians here look like any you might find in the UK and they have a huge range of frames. I found a pair I liked: 'They look like a nice Japan design' I thought. I was right - it says so on the frame!

I had a nervous moment when I thought the lady might be reading the prescription incorrectly - it said 2½ but I was sure she was saying just 2. The half must count for something, surely? Anyway, with the glasses they gave me I can read much better so I suppose all is well ...




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Every year we have the staff Tet/Christmas party. At previous events the teachers sang Christmas Carols so this year I hit on the idea of us doing a panto. I suspected that it would be one of the first pantomimes ever to have been performed in Hanoi, or maybe even Vietnam. I wrote a script for Jack & The Beanstalk and then went looking for some mugs volunteers to perform in it. Rehearsals were hard to arrange as we all work at different times but we managed a few and things slowly came together. Far more creative folk than me came up with ideas for costumes and props. News got around the office that we were preparing a pantomime. The Vietnamese staff had never heard of this. ‘Is it like a mime?’ one asked. ‘Actually, the complete opposite.’ was the best answer I could think of. Another colleague described it as a ‘rather inappropriate play’. Well, we didn’t include the inappropriate innuendo but had to have the usual: panto cow, ‘oh yes he did/oh no he didn’t’ bits of course.

If you really have nothing better to do you could have a bit of a laugh for 15 mins by watching it here:  



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Bike photos of the month

lending a helping foot


excuse the finger - this one had to be taken on the move - didn't want to miss it!
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Friday, 22 August 2014

Finally, another blog


How on Earth do some people manage to blog every day? More than twice a year is challenging me at the moment it seems. I got a bit distracted and took my eye off the ball, forgetting that this blog is in fact my main focus in life. It will not happen again.

I’ve just returned from a whistle-stop tour of the UK. Thanks to my good buddies helping with all the gear, I managed to get a day kayaking on a bit of rather exciting whitewater (and was surprised to discover I still know what to do), walked over the Welsh hills in appalling weather (an absolute delight – I’m strange like that), took my nephew Jamie walking and climbing in the Peak District, 


and caught up with as many folk en route as I could manage.

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One of the best things about returning home is recognising what the food actually is. Living here, the food constantly surprises me. Here is an example …


Yes, White Fungus Drink. It has lumps of jelly in it and is actually quite nice.

Ice cream is very popular and the local shop causes traffic jams as people spill out into the road trying to get at some. The flavours vary from the ordinary … coconut flavour, chocolate flavour … to the rather unusual … mung bean flavour (yum!) and young rice flavour (young rice?! -  before  I came here I wasn’t aware rice got old). 

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The highlight of the year so far was my nephew Simon marrying Martyna in Krakow. What a wedding! It was lovely and everyone had a wonderful time, not least the happy couple. I think I drank more vodka over two days than in the rest of my life put together but paced myself and survived. 



After the wedding, I headed off to the hills south of Krakow for a spot of walking …














and pottered around town …


A neat a trick if you can do it …


The tornadoes here are strong …



I then went to Wroclaw to see Rich and Aga, who I worked with in Torun just over 3 years ago. It was great to catch up and Wroclaw is lovely. 

While I was there I had the good fortune to witness a world record attempt on the number of guitars playing together. Led by The Animals (of 'The House of the Rising Sun’  fame), they managed to get over 7,000 guitarists to play a Jimi Hendrix song and broke the record. Despite the rain.







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Another big event this year was my 50th birthday. What?! No way!! I hear you say. Well, in fact, it’s true.

To mark the occasion, I held a party on the café balcony where I live. About 45 fine folk turned up and a good time was had by all (I hope). In fact, some of my younger colleagues enjoyed themselves so much I had a spot of bother getting them to leave quietly. At about midnight I was encouraging them to head towards the front gate but they were rather keen to hang around talking loudly. Later on I noticed a text from my landlord pointing out that they were closing the café and could I ask my guests to leave now. He’d sent it at 11pm. Oops. I gave the family a big bunch of flowers the next day.


You’ll notice I’m Harris Graham here. In Vietnam the name order is the reverse of that in the UK and this causes enormous confusion. I’m often referred to as Mr. Graham and even if I point the error out, people still do it. My landlord often calls me Harris.

Talking of names, I had 4 girls called Chi in one class last term and in another, 2 girls called Nhi and one called Nhu. It made for some confusion. 

The icing on the cake though (pardon the pun), was that my mate Bob was in town and could attend too (we've known each other 30 years). 

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I think I was getting a bit uptight before I went home this summer – I needed a bit of a break and normality, and I think that is largely to do with the traffic. It is rather too hot to walk around Hanoi and the pavements present several obstacles … like trees …



So I drive, like everyone else. That would be fine but the rules of the road aren’t obeyed too closely. In a way it’s fun – there’s nothing that focuses the mind better than approaching a road junction where there are no traffic lights and so traffic is going in 4 directions at the same time. Your mission is to get to the other side in one piece. Essential, as the only ambulances I’ve seen are minibuses with a red cross on the side and I was rather perturbed to see one stop the other day to treat a patient and a 20-something lad jump out of the front in jeans and a t-shirt. To be fair, a nurse jumped out the back but I’m reassured more if everyone looks the part. Must drive carefully …

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Earlier this year there was an added hazard just a few doors down from my flat. There was a sign saying ’Beware of cow’. The sign’s gone now so I suppose the cow has too. Probably eaten.

In fact, livestock are a feature of life in Hanoi. Chickens are everywhere, but it’s a little unusual to see a cow. This one was grazing on the wall beside a main road.



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T-shirts with slogans using mis-spelled English are everywhere in Hanoi. The best I’ve seen was a teenage girl with a slogan that said ‘pervert’ very clearly. My guess is that she thought it said ‘perfect’. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth.

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Bike photo of the month: The family run-around. 


I couldn’t tell if the woman is holding a baby or not. It would be quite normal if she was. I’m still waiting for the elusive ‘5 on a bike shot’ and can’t be sure if this is it. Notice the boy on the front in a sunhat – children rarely wear helmets when on the bike with their parents.