Mim's Life

Thursday, March 29, 2007

I'm a funkey little monkey

In the middle of our building work we had a couple of days break in a touristy beach named Nah Trang (top 24 beach in the world apparently) 1.5 bus trip from Cong Hai. It was really nice, but also a bit wierd seeing white people and and Aussie (a group of them who where constantly pissed and with a bottle of vodka at our hotel- very unAustralia- vodka is a Russian drink!)


Mich on a cyclow- the guy on a bike is to the right out of pic (and she would kill me if she knew I'd added that pic!)
An ancient Hindu, now a mix of Hindu and Buddhist, temple that we did the touristy thing at.
Not much room inside esp with their big statues and lots of incence- so not the easiest places to breath.

First experience of being on a motor bike Vietnam style- ie. no protection. Nah trang was fine compared with Siagon, but even there you had bikes all around you going crazy directions. Also glad i had Tam our friendly interpreter as the driver.



We visited monkey island- which i actually wanted to do- the monkeys were not quite the cute friendly animals i had invisioned! These ones surrounded you and sat in trees above you waiting to pounce at the slightest hint you might have some food and they would often nick your stuff.
Other than the monkeys on monkey island, we had a great time there- went for swim and go karts- which i won- whoo hoo!



Random fishing boat- for your viewing pleasure.



Saturday, March 24, 2007

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The Village people

Just some pics of the Villages in Cong Hai. We were treated like celebraties there with everyone yelling hello to us. Mich and I even caused this guy to ride into a fence just by walking down the street- he was fine but it was very funny! So if you want to feel like a celeb with out having to write a decent song or go on some reality TV show- visit Cong Hai.






Canteen and bike shed of the primary school.






Brenda the builder

Before I write anything I will say how grateful I am for all the hard work and bra burning that happened in the name of feminism which I benifit from probably more that I even realise! Also there are still a number of places where something needs to be done.

But sometimes it goes too far and you need to stop your whinging, shut up and get on with it- I had a bad experience with a lecturer who just didn't shut up about the evils of all males.

There were a few issues with the builders in the area of a bunch of girls building houses and sexism. But was there really......? or are we just so ready to lable people and start ranting on about feminism. Some of the builders were reluctant to let us do brick laying, rendering , basically anything buildning wise rather than just carrying heavy stuff and found it funny.

1. Even in Aust, if I saw a bunch of girls on a building site I would consider it slightly amusing- more in a 'thats diff good on them' than a 'what the hell do they think their doing' kind of way but realistically there are many more male builders than females.
(bra burning arguement would be that females don't become builders because we've all been socially conditioned to not want to be. Good point, but as a girl who grew up playing with car and train sets as well as barbies and really enjoyed building houses I don't think this is 100% true.)

2. Was brick laying next to Ben and the builders did like working with him- but that was more (in my opinion) because he just got stuck into it and didn't get upset with every criticism going on about them being sexist. Ben coped as muck slack as me, if not more and it was completely frustrating at times esp when one builder showed you one way of doing it then another builder came along and redid all your work a slightly diff way- we learnt patience!

Totally understand where the arguments on both sides a coming from but think its so easy to get into a blaming mindset that you can bring a lot of it on yourself.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Festi Vietnamese water!


Sunday, March 11, 2007

Life in a Temple

During our time in the Village Cong Hai, we were staying at a Buddhist Temple. This was really a luxury because we had our own, lockable rooms, people cooking and cleaning for us and toilets and showers that could be locked. Compared to Aussie standards though it meant- sleeping on mats of a hard tiled floor, cold showers with little pressure, squat toilets, sweeping noises at 4am outside our rooms and Vietnamese food (a pro or con depending on your tastes).

The 2 Nuns and their helpers were all incredibly generous and nice- and 1 helper named Gorbet was the biggest and craziest character I'd ever met! If she wasn't groping us and calling us sexy at Breakky or chasing Ben around trying to pull on his sideburns, she was having a go at me showing too much leg or teaching me how to litter (she seriously to paper out of my hand and tossed it on the ground telling me to leave it there- major litter prob in the Village). There are also 3 girls who live at the temple (photo 2) and help out by cleaning when not at school. The started off very shy but open up a lot and I think really enjoyed having us around- they would never let us take a photo of all 3- because they believed that the person in the middle would have bad luck.
Nun playing Uno.
Nun on her motor bike.
Us helping to cook dinner.
All our beds under mossie nets. We were all constantly walking into strings that held up the nets.

Eating dinner in the temple.
One of the girls hitting a bell inside the temple- they did this the same time each night for about 30min.
The school kids and Gorbet playing with a beach ball.
I was actually hugely impressed with the was the temple worked with the village. Each night they held school for children of the village who couldn't afford to go to school and had to work during the day. They also gave each student a meal- lots of rice- but a decent meal. They found a need and helped out in a way which although maybe an inconvenience for them (school was often on at the same time as their worship time) to into account all the cultural issues (eg. kids having to work during the day time) to fulfill that need.
They helped the community in other ways to- but the school was the main one we were involved in. By Our standards it wasn't that great- rote learning were the teacher pointed and the class just copied everything- We taught some English and the kids just copy everything you say- so you soon learn to shut your mouth and just say what you want them to learn. We also bought a world may and some kids just had no idea where Vietnam was.
The temple also put up with us- a bunch of weird white people who show too much leg when going to the toilet in their short PJ's and laughed at me every time I came back for dinner with cement all up my legs and paint on my face. But they took a lot of interest in what we were doing and visited the houses etc.


Moderate AFL supporters

Just bought a book with all the offical AFL club theme songs in - basically because being a music therapist in Melbourne I think it's a good idea to know every kids teams song.

Like with most music, instructions as to how the music should be played are given in the top left corner- and I thought some of them were funny considering- you my need to be a musician to get the humour.....

Adelaide- With Pride
Brisbane Lions- With Gusto
Carlton- moderately (???)
Collingwood- With passion
Essendon- Lively
Fremantle- Rock!
Geelong- Moderately
Hawthorn- Brightly
Kangaroos- Moderately
Melbourne- With enthusiasm
Port Adelaide- With Bravado
Richmond- Triumphantly
St. Kilda- March feel
Sydney Swans- with gusto
Western Bulldogs- Triumphantly
West Coast Eagles- Medium paced rock


Just thought it was funny that us Melb supporters can sing our song 'with enthusiasm' yet Carlton and Geelong supporters should only sing 'moderately'- as if you're going to sing moderately after winning the grand final!

Richmond and Bulldogs get the best with 'Triumphantly', makes it sound like they win all the time!?!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

How to build a house...Vietnam style

1. Decide where you would like to build a house and then set out the wall boarders using pegs and string.

2. Dig trenches about a foot wide and deep, using a hoe then a pick to work at the harder earth and a shovel to dig out the lose earth from hoeing.

3. Move big stone blocks into the trenches and cementing between each block- use bricks when you start running out of blocks.

4. Shovel any left over dirt and sand in the inside of the foundations up to the level of the stone blocks.

5. Straighten large metal poles using smaller metal poles looped around the larger metal poles (I can't explain how this one worked, but it did, after a decent amount of effort), Straighten medium sized metal poles using a hammer and stone, and bend small bits of wire into loops which are then used to loop around the medium metal poles and make grids. All this was then cemented into the foundations.

6. Start brick laying! String guides the line of the wall and after dumping cement on the surface where you want the brick with your troul you then attach using your troul a pyramid or 'icecream cone' shaped bit of cement to one edge of a brick then line that up with the brick already laid and tap it down/ sideways to line it up with the rest of the wall.

7. Cement also has to be mixed- Mix some sand (which had been sifted by shoveling through a wire screen) and cement using a shovel, make a pond like shape then add a ton of water (either carried from the rice field, pulled up with a rope from the well or brought up from a muddy 'pond') and slowly move the sand/cement to the edges until it is all mixed in with the water. This then needs to be taken in bucket lodes to each brick layer.

8. insert windows and doors. The frames were basically balanced using a long stick weighed down by bricks at the base and with a brick tied to a bit of string tied to the top of the stick and hung over the other side of the frame. It worked so long as you didn't trip over the stick and all the bricks used to balance it.

9.Adding water and rocks to the floor and then pounding it with metal weights on the end of handles. And then repeating the water/ rocks/ pounding process again. Remember that we only had a few water buckets which had to be either carried a decent way or brought up from a deep well. Also no wheel barrow for the rocks- we had 2 people using empty cement bags piling the rocks on top and using it like a sheet.

10. Cement rendering the walls. Use your troul to dump a decent amount of cement onto a larger, flat metal surface with a handle on the back then press this against the wall at an angle and move it up- hoping a decent amount actually stays on. Strength didn't mean success and even the builder did many patch up jobs. You also smoothed the whole wall over using a bigger wooden tool and some chunks would come off, which you fix and go over with a troul.

11. Build a front step. Dig a trench around the front and one side of the porch then lay some bricks to the desired height and width. Then cement render the whole thing- again with the smoothing/ fixing process.

12. Carry a heap of cement into the floors of the house (which now also included many cigarette butts of the builders!) even it out and with a plank of wood, smooth out the cement evenly on the floor. Then with the same wooden board with small handle on back, smooth out completely the cement floor using a circular motion and adding any cement to any holes that turn up.

13. Using a liquid cement (very watered down cement) and a troul, poor it over the troul onto the floor then wave the troul over the top to make sure it's smooth- Mich and I tried this one and sucked big time to the point that we gave up ......we were almost ripping up the floor- happened to the builder to but he fixed it in the next wave and we just had no idea- the builders did this part of the process.

14. Cement wash the outside walls, then white wash the walls- both inside and out. For this you use brushes that you've made out of a stick with a bunch of straw attached at one end with bits of wire. There were often bits of straw being left on the walls that we had to try and pick off.

15. Paint the walls, using the same types of paint brushes. There were also some small paint brushes that look like Aussie brushes and were used to pain the window/doors and trims. All our houses were painted blue (must have been a sale on blue paint) with either red, green or a diff shade of blue trim.

16. Add your metal roof- again don't know the details of this process, the builders did it- too high and dangerous for us!


Finished product- well actually the floor doesn't look done at that point, and you can see our water buckets and floor ponding tool next to the colunm. Just to show off! :) I personally painted the whole front of blue paint on this particular house! Also some of the brick laying and floor making- not to mention brick/stone/water/cement carrying around.

This house now belongs to an old man named (pronounced) 'Guy'. He watched and tryed to help out a bit. His sister also visited us at the temple to say thank you and offered us 2 chickens! While we were working on the house a friend came and talked to me in a bit of English to say thank you. (His original house is the pic in the last post).

Building in the Village

Some of the money we'd payed to go on the trip went towards buying the materials and paying the builders to build 10 houses in a small village, a bus trip north of Saigon. And part of the trip was for us to help out in the building process and hopefully have as many houses finished before their important 'Tet' or new years celebrations. This picture shows a house we were replacing with a new brick structure.


We would usually split up into 2 groups, with each group working on a different house- not never very far away. Each group also had an interpreter most of the time- and despite the fact that the village were people of a minority group who spoke their own language- most of them were able to speak enough Vietnamese to work things out. Although I think pointing, showing and body language/gestures often worked just as well- and I now have a decent Vietnamese vocab of building terms! 'Lay hoe' anyone- or more cement!
1st day was digging the foundations and my groups house just happened to be on the hardest ground! We broke so many tools and it took so long to get anywhere. Was interesting to see how they just fixed everything using the materials around them- the handle broke on a spade you find a branch, the hoe came lose- you wedge a piece of wood in their and moisten the wood so it expands...
I remember thinking at one point that if everyday was going to be like this we wouldn't even finish 1 house and it was going to be the hardest 2 weeks imaginable!


It got a lot easier, or maybe I just got a lot physically stronger all of a sudden....? Nah, there was a lot of carrying bricks, stones, water etc and then the brick laying wasn't too strenuous. (few issues with builder but that might be a separate post).


There was always a group of people and children standing around watching us, some the home owners, some trying to help. Lots of the kids were trying to help out, but the officials, who'd offered to take care of us, decided it was too dangerous for them..... and it was really, kids playing or helping in the sand with bare feet while we were using shovels etc. So we also had to come up with games to do with them to keep them away from the building- lots of the hokey pokey and chicken dance- they taught us stuff to.
Jackie and I had brick carrying competitions!!! (yes, the bricks have their holes on the 'wrong' side!)



There generally builders at all houses, although a times that didn't show up! And so work was being done on all houses even if we weren't there. But we managed to do a fair chunk of work on most of the houses. The other issue was often having to wait for building supplies to arrive before we could do any more work- 1 family was apparently related to the 'sand guy' so they got their sand 1st...


Steph and me cement washing the walls of a house with brushes we'd made ourselves out of a stick and some straw. Mich working next to the builder, cement rendering the front step of the same house.

What I like best about it was being able to work with the builders and the families and getting to know them that way, despite language barriers. We did everything their way- didn't come in and take over with our western style of building a house- think they thought it funny that a bunch of white, mostly girls would even bother helping them in such manual labor.





Tuesday, March 06, 2007

No more Noodle!


Saturday, March 03, 2007

Sins according to Gandhi

Mahatma Gandhi's list of deadly sins-

Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Science without humanity
Knowledge without character
Politics without principle
Commerce without morality
Worship without sacrifice



That last one stood out the most to me- Worship without sacrifice. Guess it really depends on what you consider scarifice- is taking out a couple of hours on a sunday to worship a sacrifice? Is helping someone in need a sacrifice- I don't really like that way of thinking about it, puts the 'giver' in a position of 'moral highness' compared to the 'reciever' and also a more negative spin on something that should be done 'with a joyful heart'.

Maybe it's more getting at the fact that we are not always going to enjoy or feel like worshiping but we should continue anyway- hence the sacrifice!? But still I think to a really large extent- it's more about a state of mind- You go to church seeing it as a great sacrifice on your part your more likely to not enjoy it and not take anything in. You go to church with an open mind, expecting to learn something and with the view that you can learn and see God in everyone and everything then I think you'd get a whole lot more out of it....... more than you 'sacrificed'!

Maybe thats the idea behind sacrifice- you sacrifice a little (eg. negative thought process about how much you've had to sacrifice and therefore how morally good you are or how crappy the church/people are that is such a drain on your time and recources) and get a whole heap back.

Anyone got any ideas as to what Gandhi was getting at?

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Friday, March 02, 2007

Arriving in HCMC




Met Melb group of Vietnam Ozquesters at the Airport and then Qued for over 1 hr just to check in- crazy amount of people! So none of us got to choose seats or sit together, except by freak chance, me and Erica were next to each other, in the emergency exit- plenty of leg room and company for me!!!


Had the best view of Vietnam and remember being blown away by how beautiful our world is.
Had to climb out of the airoplain and into a bus- which to us to the domestic terminal! Waited around for our bags- till all these people started leaving and we relised we'd been taken to the wrong terminal!


Crazy drive to our hotel- bikes everywhere- you seriously have to see it because it's beyond imagination and photos don't do the crazyness and noise justice! (photo of the view from our hotel window) It was 88 steps up to our hotel room and elevater- soon learnt not to forget something in your room!

They eat lots of noodles in water- with other additives to taste- called Pho (pronounced 'fur' for us aussies) which is fine, utill you have in all day every day and it becomes very annoying!

After a nights sleep, we had a days tour of Ho Chi Minh City. 1st stop the Notra Dame cathedral- looked just like a cathedral in europe except I have never seen so many fairy and neon lights in a church before- Mary has never glowed so much since she was pregnant!
Next was the war museaum and was interesting to see the war from a Vietnamese or more communist view rather than the more American view portrayed in most movies etc. Lots of graphic photos but still so far removed from reality until you experience it.
This is what I wrote in my diary on the 28/1/2007
'HCMC is very interesting. Some smells a very over whelming and some very nice. Constant sound of many horns. People do everything on the footpath- eat, nap, sell everything and have it all set out on tarps- means that people have to walk all over the road. People drive on the wrong side of the road and on the footpath. Kids walk around trying to sell gum. Some beggers, but apparently only about 50% are legit.- so were told it's best not to give money to any. Dogs everywhere, but they just ignore you and most are free to run around but some are tied or in cages. People just dump their rubbish and some sweep it into the gutters then people come along wheeling a big rubbish bin and collect some rubbish. The city is still very dirty in some areas.
Most houses are painted all kinds of bright and pastel colours and there are fairy lights everywhere. Not meant to put toilet paper in the toilet as it may clog their system, so instead use a bin. Rich and poor just mingle, no segregation, however you can tell the richer area or government buildings as they are clean and the foot paths are clean and relatively empty. Everything seems very laid back- except on the roads! Everyone is very friendly and we get quite a lot of attention. Whole families ride on bikes and they carry just about everything they can on them- very dangerouse by our standards- and hardly any bike helmets. Everyone seems to have very new and nice phones/ motor bikes- but they are cheap and many in HCMC.'

We're bringing sexy back........yeah!

Well I wasted a whole night of my life last night trying to change my profile photo and managed to get no where! So you'll all just have to put up with 1 of the many I'm bored in my room, usually waiting for someone whoes picking me up but always rock up late..... so I make sure I'm looking perfect from all angles! ;)

My plan is to write a condensed version of my Vietnam diary with photos and maybe some reflections..

But for a site of some really cool pics head to Andy's www.ninetyninehundredths.com site where I might be stealing some pics- if I can work out how