Eat, Pray, Run: Half Marathon in Angkor Wat, Cambodia

December 3, 2010

I'm in Angkor Wat, Cambodia, at the world's largest set of religious buildings, and I'm running a half-marathon here with my Kuala Lumpur running group. The kids and Ken aren't here, since we'll all be returning here in a couple weeks for our holiday travels (alert: upcoming holiday posts will be from Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam!).

The half marathon is tomorrow, Sunday Dec 5, around the outrageously beautiful Angkor Wat which is in the middle of a vast jungly National Park. Compared to KL, it's such a relief to think about taking a long run in humidity-free, crisp early morning, fresh, unpolluted air.

I've been training with a running group in KL consisting mostly of parents and teachers from the kids' school, International School of Kuala Lumpur. They have become buddies of mine here, helping me get a babysitter a couple afternoons a week to relieve Ken (a much needed break from caregiving!) and night-time sitters. And, I've started socializing with some of them. But, we also ran every Saturday morning since September to train for this race, building up to a 15 mile run a couple weeks ago.

That long run put most of our bodies over the injury edge. We'd actually done a great job of systematically building up to such a long distance but all of us except for 2 had knee or hip injuries by the time we finished the 15 mile longest training run. I'm convinced the KL city streets are brutal on your joints and tissues. KL is not a pedestrian-friendly city, and the same goes for running KL. The sidewalks are made of ceramic tile and often broken or nonexistent. We are jumping on and off the sidewalk, running on the side of the road often. It's a rough surface on the body.

So, my IT band, at the back of my knee, got hurt and I limped through the last half of the 15 mile run. It's an injury that responds well to stretching, I've heard, so I've stretched and taken it easy on my knee ever since, in hope that it'll make my running the half marathon do-able. While my knee's improved, the pain's not disappeared, especially the longer distances I run. So, I'll let you know how the long distance of the half turns out for me.

Even if I have to walk some of it, I'm excited for this race! It represents my having a life and taking care of my body via exercise in the face of a lot of work and family activities that could easily make me sacrifice my exercising. In the end, I'm convinced that my running is what's allowed me to have such fun and joy in my life abroad, despite some of the pressures of living abroad.

Phuket, Thailand: Old prunes with young grapes

November 29, 2010

On the beach, Ken and I started counting how many old, wrinkly Western men were with young, nubile Thai women. We lost track of our count, there were so many. Now, I use the term “women” loosely. Some were of legal US age, others younger. Actually, it was rare to see a teen with a very old man. At this location, I only saw a couple teens dressed for sex but they were with younger men than these near-70-year-olds. In fact, I saw one older teen girl with three 30 year old tattooed, working class, muscled Afrikaaner, I think, men. I found it a disturbing image. But, most of the time, it was a woman in her 20’s or 30’s who was with very old Western men. Or a near-40 year old woman in incredible shape, usually sporting something black and sequined for dinner.

Now, these women were more about comfort than sex. They were not the stereotype you imagine of Thai prostitutes soliciting sex in the Bangkok streets. These Thai women had found a niche, and their niche of old men had eagerly found them. These men clearly wanted someone who could take care of them, fawningly and attentively. And, the men wanted a younger woman on their arm with whom they could walk on the beach, talk with in English, and sit across from at a restaurant table.

The waiters at our restaurant didn’t blink at a table filled with older men (men aged mid 60’s and 70’s with dye jobs), but that didn’t stop me from staring and eavesdropping. In fact, the waiters seemed to know the women well and responded to them almost as if they were businesswomen they appreciated bringing high-class, moneyed business to the restaurant. The Thai women at the table largely spoke to each other while the 3 old men spoke to each other, but the women’s English wasn’t bad. And, the men often started conversation with the women, and seemed to enjoy having pretty enough ladies around to share a few bottles of wine with.

My eavesdropping research suggested that these women and men actually have some warm relationships with a little depth, at least in the women's bonds with the men’s network. One man asked the most well-spoken Thai woman about how another older man’s home building was going in Thailand. I had to stop myself from asking him if he shares this woman with another Western man. I resisted.

But, I didn’t stop from asking Alice to smile for a picture while I actually snuck the above picture of the table of couples.

Alice's Blog: Boom Boom Vomiting

November 29, 2010

We were going to go back to Kuala Lumpur. We got through everything. We got on the plane. Boom Boom looked just fine and was wearing his favorite batman outfit. When we were almost going to land, I looked over, saw Mommy struggling to help Boom put a bag under his chin. Boom had vomited. Some of it got on my hands. Some on my nose. Some on my shoes. Some on my toes.

Boom Boom was so sad that he was crying. He vomited all over his favorite batman outfit. When I got out of the airplane, I didn’t even notice that Boom was wearing nothing except underwear and shoes. Before, he was carrying a bucket. Now, he’s carrying nothing and smells like vomit.

As everyone looked at him near-naked walking through the airport to get our luggage, they all pointed and laughed at him. He even went through immigration in his underwear.

Alice's Thailand Blog: Alice and Mommy Fancy Dinner

November 28, 2010

Me and Mommy were going to dinner by ourselves in Thailand. Daddy was sick with food poisoning. And, Griffin and Boom Boom wanted to watch tv. They were getting room service dinner while we got our fancy drinks. We went to the restaurant at our hotel. We waited for a long time looking at the ocean from the bar, while we waited for our table and drank our fancy drinks.

Finally, the man came over to us and told us where our table will be. I got duck spring rolls and chicken sate with fries. After dinner, we had dessert. I got...strawberry ice cream! I was SO tired. When I got back home, Boom Boom and Griffin were in bed and Daddy was dead asleep. I had lots of fun with Mommy special dinner.

PS Mom's note: This fancy Mom-daughter dinner was Ken's idea. And, Alice wore lipstick for the event.

Alice's Blog: Alice's braiding

November 27, 2010

When I got my hair braided, first she braided all of my hair. Then, she put all of the beads on. It really hurt my butt. My back was sore from sitting straight so long. When I was done, I ran to Dad, calling "Thank you!" Daddy said, "Yay, yay, Alice, you're done!" We walked down the beach, waves crashed into my feet. I swung my hair from side to side. I heard Mommy calling, "Oh my god, Alice, your hair is beautiful!" It was so amazing. When I went in the water, I felt the beads brushing against my neck. The beads have lasted for almost 4 days now.

The first night I slept with braided hair, it was a pain. I kept on swinging my hair from side to side on my pillow because I didn't want it to get ruined. The next morning, I woke up and was so tired I cried over such little things. Griffin was going out to jog with Mom and Boom Boom. I was so sad. I told myself, "If I want Griffin, I have to go and run on the beach with him." When I was running, I felt really tired because I was worried about my hair all night.

I stayed with my feet in the water because I was too tired to run. At breakfast, I told them why I was too tired and everyone laughed.

Phuket, Thailand: Thanksgiving on a beach

November 26, 2010

Phuket, Thailand

Thanksgiving on the beach

This was my first Thanksgiving away from family. Phuket made our longing for family on Thanksgiving magically disappear.

We heard of Phuket, and had vague impressions beforehand of an overdeveloped, overtouristed island in Thailand. But, we wanted an easy, cheap flight from Kuala Lumpur for a long beach Thanksgiving weekend, and Phuket was it. The reaction to our trip from our KL friends ranged from barely restrained disdain (from those who’d previously lived in Thailand) to their faces lit up from just remembering how blissful Phuket had been for them. We now fall in the camp of lit faces.

Truth is, we’re living in a bubble in Phuket. We will manage to not leave our resort the entire vacation. Funny, we’ve avoided vacations trapped on resorts but this time we surrendered to resort life. We just plain needed a break. For Ken, he needed a break from the stay-at-home relentless routine, for the kids from the intense, early morning school schedule, and for me, from pushing myself so hard in my work and family time.

My body and mind felt like they were still running from one activity to another here, for the first day or so. I would rush myself to breakfast, thinking we had to get there before the rush, to find there is no such thing as a rush in Phuket. I’d even rush to my massage. Now, I’m at least able to put the break on my fast-paced thoughts and planning. The massage, running every morning on the beach, then floating in the ocean topped off with a little meditation sure helps.

We are in paradise here. And, the kids know it. They passionately threw themselves into beach play like it had been years. There were an overwhelming number of choices of beaches to stay in Phuket, and Ken wisely chose a beach with calm surf. Then, the kids have been able to learn to snorkel for the first time in their lives. The waves gently rock them while they follow schools of tropical fish along the shallow waters next to the rocky coastline.

Abraham has patented a body surfing technique that allows him to body surf with the tall kids. It involves his putting his snorkel equipment and leaving his snorkel breathing tube up, then he lets the wave wash high over his head, with his breathing air the entire time. He emerges unscathed from each wave break, smiling triumphantly.

Boom has taken on body surfing too. He calls his boogie board his “skateboard.” Once again, he’s patented his own signature boogie boarding technique involving his riding his board sideways, undeterred by his older sister correcting his board position with every wave.

Then, they return to the beach to attempt to catch speedy little silver fish with their nets. They haven’t caught a fish yet but that hasn’t stopped them from fishing for hours, yelling at each other to herd the school of fish into their nets.

Our resort is intimate and nestled up on the cliff rocks next to the ocean. The food is amazing at the restaurant, where I eat nightly green mango coconut salad, with some sort of ceviche dressing. We have a view of the ocean from our balcony lounge chairs. The resort owner is an architect who has designed soaring ceilings, modern clean lines, and Thai traditional gold designs and patterns. And, I’m soothed by the constant sounds of fountains, little waterfalls, and ubiquitous Buddhas, since Thailand is a Buddhist country. I’m bowing to everyone here, and ended my run this morning with a prayer at their Buddhist shrine, watching a skink lay on the hot, stone Buddha.

Ken Sighting

Hi Folks - Ken here. I like to think of Colleen's posts as the daily ice cream we feed our kids after dinner; the kids posts as the sprinkles on top and mine as the occasional banana stuck inside. So here goes the big banana:

First, I want to acknowledge my brother-in-law Peter. Peter is in the critical stage of cancer, and our thoughts and prayers are with him, as well as Jen, Avery, Julia and Dylan. It has been frustrating for us to feel so helpless and far away as my family unites during this difficult time. I've been struck by one persistent image that we saw in a cave in Miri. Ancient cave dwellers cast off their dead in small boats for the trip to the next world. We are thinking of you, Peter, and we wish you a safe journey...

We've had a few interesting firsts recently. We visited the Aquarium, and they had a nice Touch Tank where you could feel and handle some fish. Colleen pulled the Horseshoe Crab out of the water for us to touch, and Alice said "Mom, it says not to pull them out of the water." We all stopped and looked up at the sign that did indeed say just that. "Alice!" Griffin shrieked, "you read the sign!" Alice's conversion to a reader had just been clearly demarcated. As I mentioned to my parents, it was even better than the moment at the Singapore Zoo when two Chinese teenagers were yelling at the sleepy lion in Mandarin. "They're saying 'Stand Up" Alice casually observed. Colleen and I looked at her dumbfounded, and relished the overseas moment.

Finally, Boom ("I'm 4 now, I'm Abraham") came home about a week ago and showed me how he could draw two letters, an A and a B. I think they were working on the first letter of your name at school. Somehow, within a week, he came home and proceeded to write a whole bunch of random letters in no particular order, often not really sure what he was writing. He would write an "N" hesitantly, then look at me wondering if he had written a letter? Same with the R. Sometimes he wrote a squiggly line and I said "nooo" and he said "No, No, it's a fox's tail!" as if that made sense. But he could write lots of letters. So Alice pointed to a sign on the wall, one letter at a time, with his name on it and he wrote his name for the first time. Yet another milestone on our march towards the end of innocence. Now if only he could stop sleeping in diapers...

How do you know you're in a third world country? Instant fines payable to the police officer who pulled you over for a moving violation. Love that. Another benefit of not having a car here.

Did you know Malaysia hired Jack Abramoff at his peak to get a meeting with George Bush to improve their image? He got them the meeting, too.

For those of you who have known Colleen a long time, she is the happiest I have ever seen her since we met in 1991. She is also in the best shape. When I mentioned that to her, she started musing about what good shape she was when she played soccer. I said "you mean 10th grade?" I rest my case.

Many of you wonder what I am doing. I have discovered illegally downloading music and movies through file-sharing web sites. While I'm too scared to do this in the U.S., it is like a national pastime here. In fact, I don't really understand how Hollywood and the music industry tolerate it. American movies and music are our dominant export here. It is not unusual for us to get in a teksi and have current hip hop playing. I can not go to a mall or street market without several people approaching me with pirated dvds for a $1. The cost to those industries must be enormous. So here I am contributing to the problem, at least for a year, but television here is unwatchable. It's pretty addictive to be able to access any movie or any album you were ever curious about, for free. In a nod to Annie Potter, who demonstrated the courage, I've also signed up for beginner guitar lessons. Peace.

Alice's Blog: Fun times at school

November 22, 2010

We made ornaments for the school Christmas tree. I heard a scream from my teacher Ms. Thompson. I looked over and saw that Ms. Thompson had gold sparkles all over her hands. I saw gold on her nose. I saw gold on her mouth. There was gold even in her hair. It was so funny! I looked back at their table. Ms. Thompson was now laughing her head off.

Before Mommy came to the class to help with the ornaments, we planned to sing Happy Birthday to her when she came in. When Mommy came in, we all sang Happy Birthday to her.

Some of Mommy's friends helped me make my ornament good. A mom helped me put sparkles on it. I was so happy when I was done with my ornament, I hugged Mom.

Valeria was sitting next to me. Her ornament was so pretty. It had a pattern on it.

For Girl Scouts, we were celebrating...Thanksgiving. We made turkeys with our hand prints. I chose lots of different colors. And then the teacher told us to sit down. We made turkeys with cups next. We stuck the turkey head on. We stuck the tail on. We put legs on. After everyone was done, we writed what we were thankful for. I writed I was thankful for...my brothers!