Tropical Living

Reality Check: Back on the Road

2013-09-08T18:52:00.002+08:00

I'm not much of a traveler; I lost most of my interest in visiting new places over the 20 years that I spent as an international teacher. During that period, I traveled a lot: international conferences, holiday trips with my wife when the kids were small and we had their grandparents around to watch them, and the coming and going from the places where I lived and worked back to Bali on each vacation. I enjoyed the travel for the most part, but now that I have no reasons to visit another country, I'm content with staying on this tropical island. However, I do like to get out and around Bali to visit friends, shake out some cobwebs and see what new developments are happening in other areas.

Since my last stroke in May, I've been following doctor's order to restrict my activities on the motorcycle. But, the kampung can get claustrophobic, the weather has been lovely, the main tourist season is winding down, and I've felt the need to prove to myself that I can still do the 2-3 hour trips around Bali that I love. Being out on the road in the countryside where the air is clear and laced with the sweet fragrances of cloves, oranges and frangipani is one of the activities that I most look forward to. And, the road from Singaraja to Kubutambahan to Kintamani to Ubud is one of my favorite roads on the island; the lack of traffic, the incredible scenery, the smiling faces and the transition from the heat of the coast to the coolness of the mountains is exhilarating.

So with a few trepidations – would I have another fugue state, would I have another stroke, how would I deal with traffic once I reached Tegallalang – I packed a bag for a few days and headed off into the brilliant morning sun. After four months of being confined to Singaraja, the openness of the road and the possibilities of some new adventure in Ubud heightened all my senses and the sense of foreboding quickly vanished. This sparsely traveled stretch of Bali's over-congested roads can take a driver back to the simpler days of the past. As I left the coast behind, I could breathe deeply the intoxicating essence of cloves drying in the sun alongside the road.

Up through Kintamani and down to Ubud, the road was clear and the weather gorgeous. Making the sharp turn to the west in Kintamani, I was surprised that the usual police detail checking licenses and vehicle registrations was absent. This alone was enough to make me think that I had slipped into a fugue state again and taken the wrong road; my confidence was suddenly shaken and I was sure that I had never taken that road before. I missed imagined roadmarkers that would tell me I was on the correct path to the southern entrance to Jalan Raya in Ubud. I pulled over, smoke a cigarette and gathered my thoughts. Calmed, I drove down the road still concerned about the lack of vehicles carrying tourists. But, just as I was about to pull over again to check on directions in a small warung, I came up to the tourist spot where carloads of holiday visitors stop to get a few photos of Bali's fabled rice terraces. Ah, I was on the right road; time to forget about the earlier signs, things were all right in the world.

Pulling into Jalan Kajeng in Ubud, I parked in front of my favorite homestay and wandered in. One of the family members shouted out, “Bapak, you're back. How are you? You're room in the back is free.” And, indeed, it was. All of the other rooms were filled with young tourists, but my room in the back of the homestay was empty, as if it was waiting for me to come on this test drive. Shortly other family members came back to greet me and inquire about my health. Did I go the hospital after the last visit? What did the doctor say? Did I want some food?

I settled in long enough to text my old American friend to inform him that I was back in Ubud and almost instantly he called to invite me for lunch. The family brought me some hot water for coffee and an ashtray. I took off for a delicious lunch at my friend's house along with the usual rapid fire conversation about the state of Bali and Indonesia along with a few grandparent stories. Back at the homestay later that afternoon, the family informed me that they were having some family ceremonies the next day and I was not to eat outside because I would be eating with the family.

Living in the city of Singaraja has its benefits, but the downside is the ceaseless amount of noise coming from multiple sources. The homestay in Ubud, on the other hand, is an island of tranquility in the center of one of Bali's favorite tourist and expat destinations. I spent my first night relaxing with some reading, writing and listening to old hippie music from the 60s. Unlike the old days, my bed at the homestay is just the right amount of softness and with the fan, I can easily lapse into a comfortable sleep unbothered by the trials and tribulations of life on a tropical island.

An early morning walk up Jalan Kajeng confirms that the long arm of the spiritual seekers and the greedmongers is spreading everywhere. New spas and “traditional” (non-Balinese, however) therapy shops have sprouted along the street like mushrooms after a night's rain. The Eat, Pray and Love ladies scoot up and down the street on their small motorbikes making their social connections for the day. Unlike the scene 20 plus years ago, these are foreigners connecting to foreigners. Despite the usual PC Bali expat line, the gap between “locals” and foreigners seems to be growing. I beat a hasty retreat to the homestay, take a shower and wander off to visit my favorite bookstore. The family stops me as I'm leaving to remind me not to eat in a restaurant today.

Down Jalan Raya in central Ubud, I give my friendly “no thank you” to the many offers of transportation. Arriving at the bookstore, I see a sign that it's closed; I check around the side door and it's open. Within five minutes, I've found a 1956 edition of Being and Nothingness, a copy of Tim Hannigan's excellent book on Raffles in Java, and a copy of Graham Greene's Monseigneur Quixote. And, I tell the shop girls that the front door says the shop is closed.

Back home, I get a huge plate of lawar – a Balinese specialty. I finish the plate and lay down on my bed to read Tim's book on Raffles. I'm asleep in ten minutes. Off again on another walk, I stroll down to the music shop that has been around since my first visit to Ubud in 1989. I buy some earphones so that I can listen to music while writing later in the night. I stop in one of the chi-chi restaurants for a beer and listen to a rather loud conversation about spiritual cleansing. I think that perhaps my problem is that I haven't had my chakra aligned correctly. But, as the Aussies say, no worries. I head back home as the sun is beginning to set. I do my ritual greeting with the family grandpa only to realize that many years ago he and I were the same age. I have to check my mirror or that painting in the attic. One of the ladies follows me with another plate of lawar. I finish off the lawar, have a few vodkas and tonics, work on the new introduction to my book on Bali and drift off to sleep.

As I leave for Singaraja the next morning, I make sure to say good-bye to everyone in the family that is around. Clouds fill the sky and a light rain falls gently on my helmet as I pull out of the homestay. Fifteen kilometers up the road the sun peeks out and by the time I reach Kintamani, I have a sight sunburn. Two schoolgirls shoot past me on their little motor-scooter and giggle. Life could be worse than living on this endlessly fascinating island.

Walking with Zoey

2013-06-06T12:53:00.000+08:00

As noted in my last post here, during the late months of one of my daughter's pregnancy, we used to go out for daily walks to prepare her for giving birth. I enjoyed having someone to accompany on my walks around the city and it was a new experience for Rebecca (not being one to go out walking if there was a working motorbike nearby). With Rebecca away in Denpasar, I've started taking my morning walks with my new partner – Zoey, my granddaughter.

Early morning from 6:30 on is the preferred time for adults around the island to walk their infants and toddlers. Sometimes, it's a grandparent, other times a parent or older sibling, and lacking those an interested neighbor will take a small child out for a walk. Indonesia is one of those “it takes a village to raise a child” places. The older kids wander the kampung playing with friends, watching adults work on fishing boats or construction projects or do duty babysitting younger siblings. There's always adults around to guide children when they get into something dangerous (like jumping off the pier). But, for right now, I'm Zoey's transport, guide into life in the kampung and live-in English teacher.

I pop Zoey in her little front carrier, put a cap on her head to protect her from the morning sun and we're ready to go. We wander east through the kampung towards the harbor. Adults and most children already know Zoey and greet her as we pass. There's always the comments about Pak Guru (me) speaking to Zoey in English and about how much I'm spoiling her (a good thing here until kids get older). Small children shout out “What's her name?” I tell them her name is Zoey, and they repeat it over and over, “Zoey, Zoey, Zoey.” Zoey doesn't care – she hasn't figured out what her name is yet, apparently because she hasn't had the right ceremony for that sort of thing.

Zoey stares at the tall trees along the seawall fascinated by the large green leaves. We head out behind the Hindu temple and come out into the harbor area. There's a small merry-go-round and some miniature electric cars for kids to play on along with sellers of balloons and cheap Chinese-made toys. We pass the Chinese temple with it's bright red and white colors and closely manicured grass glistening in the morning sun. I say hello to my friend who's chatting inside. We come out at the bridge, pass the policemen directly morning traffic and head along the street past the still-closed building supply shops and then further on past the automobile parts shops and furniture stores. I wave hello to the lady who owns the large bicycle shop on the corner and we're back in the kampung. We wander over to my brother-in-law's house and chat until Zoey has had enough with not moving and starts to fuss. As soon as we get on the move again, she laughs. It's clear who is in control on our walks.

Back past her grandmother's shop who checks to see if Zoey is asleep. We wander west along the small street that skirts the seawall. Old friends and acquaintances say hello and come up to comment on Zoey's chubby cheeks barely holding themselves back from pinching them as everyone loves to do here. They've been warned off this by my wife who's told them that I'm overprotective so only look and don't touch. We stop at the small bridge for a few minutes and watch the men fishing and then head over the Hindu cemetery to look at the goats who are out every morning scavenging through the rubbish that is washed up on the beach. The sun's climbing, I'm hot and Zoey is hungry. Time to head back home.

Back at the house, Zoey and I go up to the third floor, where I turn on the fan, make a bottle and tune in the morning baseball game on Fox Sports. I lie down besides Zoey and we relax watching the game. It's not long before we're both asleep after another morning's adventure.

Living in Singaraja Bali: Walking with Rebecca

2013-02-03T11:23:00.000+08:00

Back in Singaraja once again after a few months in Denpasar (written about over at lifeinthetropics), Rebecca and I have been taking hour walks around the city early in the morning so that she gets some doctor-ordered exercise before she gives birth sometime later this month. I tried to get the other children to accompany us, but they are definitely not up for early morning exercise. Today we took off to wander the streets and neighborhoods to the west of Kampung Bugis. Even at 6:30, the streets are teeming with traffic and the small, local markets packed with throngs of ibus (ibu is a generic term of address for adult women similar to Mrs. or Ms.; it also means mother ) doing their shopping for the day's cooking.

Unlike years past, many of the neighborhoods now have narrow sidewalks, although using them can be a challenge as they are often used as parking spaces for motorbikes, convenient spots to expand the boundaries of small shops and eateries called warungs and places of rest for the irritating presence of Bali's wandering dogs (still here despite the roundups over the last few years due to the rabies epidemic on the island). We navigate our way through these obstructions, carefully hugging the edge of street so as not to become one of Bali's many traffic fatalities. A young mother-to-be and her old father gather a few stares and some smiles along the way, as well as some surprised greetings from neighbors, family and acquaintances who are also out shopping, having some exercise, or just passing the time watching life in neighborhoods.

Out on Jalan Dewi Sartika, we pass an old acquaintance who built one of the first discos in North Bali several decades ago. I rarely see him these days and am surprised to notice his graying, thinning hair. I still have a mental image of him as he looked decades ago when we'd sit in his bar/restaurant having a few beers while talking about life in North Bali. We chat about what we're up to these days and how many grandkids we have and make some plans to get together in the near future. The chance encounters with old friends that I've had since I've been back in Singaraja reminds me of just how long I've been here in Bali and how much things have changed here over the past several decades. The north coast is in the process of changing from a quaint, sleepy, laid-back melting pot of Bali's diverse population to a bustling large city somewhat marred by the lack of central planning in its development (something common to all areas of Bali these days, as everyone from locals to Western expats to monied Javanese rush to get a piece of Bali while prices for land and houses continue on in a crazy spiral onwards and upwards).

A nephew drives by in his bemo and gives us a few honks and a wave, a brother-in-law pulls over to the side of the street to ask where we've been on our walk today, a neighbor corrals Rebecca to check her tummy and ask when she got back from Denpasar. We walk out onto the main road, Jalan A. Yani, and surprisingly the traffic here is less intense than on the little sidestreets. A few policemen are out controlling the traffic; one waves and I gesture to inquire if I can take his photo. He gives me a big smile and the thumbs-up sign.

Farther along A. Yani as we head for home, I notice a new bakery. I know that there's another one on Jalan Diponegoro. As I take a photo, I wonder what market forces have brought about the openings of all the bakeries that I came across while living in Denpasar and see now opening in Singaraja. Baked goods have long been a part of the Indonesian diet, but in the past they were generally sold in small shops along with a variety of other goods; now we have gleaming, Western-style bakeries specializing in cakes, donuts, and a variety of breads. I know now where to buy my wife's birthday cake this year.

Back home again, the cat that Rebecca and I rescued a few months ago in a field in Denpasar is racing through the house looking for our rabbit; the two have become somewhat unlikely friends. It's time to begin the chores for the day under the cloudy Singaraja sky.

Trip to Padangbai: A Little Old, a Little New: Part II

2012-10-31T21:48:00.000+08:00

The large beer disappeared quickly, as did the two bottles of water. The lumpia were different from what I usually eat – larger, softer and in a sauce – but excellent. Refreshed, I engaged in the usual friendly banter with the two young women who were waiting on me: where are you from, where are you going, are you married, how many children do you have, is your wife from here, how long have you been in Bali? As always, this was a pleasant way to pass the time while the ngaben continued slowly moving south with traffic still backed up in front of the hotel.

I was watching a tattooed Indonesian fellow give instructions to a guy who had pulled into the driveway in a small flatbed truck. They loaded the Harley onto the truck, made sure it was secure and then sat down at the next table to have coffee. The tattooed fellow jumped up right after he had sat down and introduced himself to me as Edi, owner of the Bali Permai, the motorcycle and the Kijang. He sat down at my table, ordered me a coffee and started up a conversation. Originally from Jakarta, Edi has a Harley business in Jakarta, but he also has this hotel and a new place down the road in Amed. We passed some time discussing our marriages, kids, land prices in Bali, the hotel business, Edi's love of Harleys, his tattoos and the changing nature of Tulamben. In the middle of the conversation, Edi jumped up again – this guy has an amazing amount of energy – and ran off into the hotel, returning with a large key chain imprinted with the hotel's name and a Harley symbol, which he presented to me as a gift. He also reminded me to recommend his place to any friends of mine who might be visiting Bali. Eventually the ngaben moved off the main road, the traffic cleared up and it was time to be on the road again.

Driving through Tulamben, I briefly consider spending the night there, but I have fond memories of staying in Tulamben back in the old days when there were only a few accommodations in the village before it became a busy diving center. I decide to head on through the east coast's lunar landscape to Candidasa with the idea that I might stay there for the night rather than continue all the way to Padangbai. Once past Tulamben the road veers off from the coast and up through a series of hills that offer some of the most beautiful visions of rice paddies in Bali. Over the years, I have taken hundreds of photos in this area, and when I have visitors they always want to stop and absorb the magnificent landscape. I cruise up and over the hills, rice paddies glistening under a Balinese sun.

The traffic in Amlapura is a bit more congested than usual. Probably another ceremony. This is a town that I have always found attractive, spacious and clean. I'd like to live here for a while. Why isn't there enough time to live in all these places that I find attractive. Traveling – I find traveling somewhat less than satisfying – it's too quick, too ephemeral, if this is Tuesday it must be Belgium. The anthropologist in me wants to know what the people are like; what do they do at night, do they argue loudly or in whispers, where do they shop, what is it about this place that they love? But to live somewhere, to occupy a place, to bend time and space to squeeze inside the hearts and souls of the people. Well, not today for sure, not this life most likely, but maybe another time around.

As quickly as the traffic appears, it disappears and before I know it, I'm entering Candidasa. Clusters of well-dressed tourists roam the main street – this is definitely not Kuta. But, the vibe doesn't seem right for me to stay and despite my sunburned hands, arms and face, I decide to cruise on through the village to Padangbai because that's the real mystery for me. A place that I've passed through dozens of times, yet never explored. Thirsty again, I'm in the rhythm of the road. The bike and I have reached that place where we're joined – it's been over 200 clicks today over the rough Bali roads and I feel that I can ride another 200.

I hit the turnoff to Padangbai and get a rush; without realizing it I have the bike over 100kph – fast for a Balinese road. I pull back some and cruise into the village almost entering the ferry terminal from the memory map based on almost ten years of ferry trips. Sharply turning left onto a small road, I think that I must have missed a turnoff – this can't be Padangbai because there's nothing here. Piles of garbage on a narrow, nondescript street and some guides looking for business. But as I negotiate a sharp corner just ahead, I see the Zen Inn. I've reached the tourist section of the village.

Slowly cruising past small shops selling water, biscuits, batteries and everything that a tourist might possible want. A restaurant with a few attractive ladies in front, a dive center, another restaurant, another shop. I'm trying to reach into the recesses of an old, somewhat battered memory bank for the information from a travel article that I wrote on Padangbai a few years ago for the USA Today. Nothing is coming forward, and as I'm thinking of turning back to check out the Zen Inn, I see a young woman sitting on the street in front of a sign for Marco Inn.

I pull over, suddenly exhausted, and ask if she works for the inn. Yes, she owns it with her foreign husband. How much is a room? I ask. Hoping that it will be under my limit of 150,000 per night. Ah, it's 100,000. No need for me to bargain. That magical number that I love. I've never been let down in rooms that go for that price. Now 150,000, I've had good and bad experiences, but 100,000 just perfect. I stumble off the bike feeling a bit bowlegged. The young lady giggles and tries to hide it. I just smile, I feel like I'm home. I don't even need to see the room to know it will work. But, of course, there are conventionalities to be followed. This is Bali after all and even a weary traveler looking for whatever it is that brought me here must follow conventions.

Back from a Long Trip to Ubud: My Oasis in Bali

2012-10-30T21:53:00.000+08:00

Generally my trips to Ubud only last a day or two; this time I decided to stay down there for a while for a needed change of pace. There are times when living in a small, crowded kampung just gets to be a bit much. My favorite place to stay in Ubud is a small homestay – they actually call themselves an inn – with a friendly family, decent rent, good breakfasts and a quiet peaceful garden that is ideal for just sitting, thinking and writing. No TV, no internet connection, just some books, some time and a little peace.

I've been staying there for 23 years. I've brought my eldest son, my wife and close friends with me on a few trips, but mostly I stay there alone. It's the place where I go when I need to reflect and not concern myself with what's happening outside of my inner landscape. Artja's is the closest I can get to occupying a remote world while being right in the center of the teeming tourist/expat world of central Ubud.

I drove up to Kintamani and then down to Ubud as usual. The trip has become so routine that I can get lost in my thoughts while driving through some of Bali's most spectacular countryside absorbing the almost timeless spell that this region casts upon me ; a rare treat and something that I never take lightly. The sweet smell of cloves drying along the roadside; the warmth of sunbeams piercing through the tall trees outlining the road.

Stopped by a large police contingent checking all foreigners's driving documents, I had a quick smile and bit of banter while they checked my licenses and registration. Pulling into Artja Inn, I was warmly welcomed and led to my favorite room in the far back: a simple, but comfortable bed, a small fan, an open-air shower and a small verandah. The small mirror in the bathroom a welcomed addition for morning shaving.

The family and I exchanged greetings and small talk about the weather in Ubud and Buleleng (my home region). I unpacked my gear, finishing just as the hot water arrives for use with the endless supply of coffee and tea that sit on a small table on each verandah.

This trip was unusual in that I stayed five days; a long, curious encounter with a group of local expats; wandering through areas of Ubud that I haven't visited in decades, and spending a few days engaged in delightful conversations with a couple of young tourists from France and Germany. Those people that know me well, know that I tend to shy away from contact with new people, but on this trip I met more new people than I have met in the three years that I've been back in Bali after my six year stay in Sumbawa.

Hours of tales, reminiscences, cautions, culture and history lessons. Speaking with a fellow Chicagoan we spin tales of writers, politicians, wars, riots, money come and gone, women loved and lost. New Yorkers, Californians, film-makers, antique dealers, everyone with a fascinating history, but now somehow all gathered here in Bali. It's a long way from the kampung; some needed stimulus for my own work which gets confused and contorted with too much isolation.

I dread the entrance of the two young tourists who take the room next to mine. Young, beautiful people; laughing they introduce themselves and ask for advice about where to visit on their two days in Ubud. I take the role of the old-timer and offer a few suggestions. They wander off to explore the area. The next day they arrive excited from a long day out touring and shopping. The young lady, radiantly beautiful, excitedly describes her purchase of a silk sarong. She pops inside and quickly appears to model it for her companion and me. It is indeed lovely, but as I've often found, local clothes somehow fit better on locals. But, we both offer our congratulations on her purchase of such a lovely piece of cloth. She wants to go out and try the nightlife. Her companion opts to relax in his room, but he asks a question and it begins hours of talk about the culture of the island and the country, about his interests and mine. It's a rewarding few hours of sharing – a long time since I've done that with a stranger.

In the morning, he takes his leave for Sanur thanking me for the evening's talk. I'm somewhat amazed that he hadn't found it another long, boring discourse on local culture from an old anthropologist. She stays for a while, has a coffee and a short chat and then is on her way with new companions who will share her last few days in the country.

I spend another few days exploring the lanes of Ubud; arriving back each day sweaty, thirsty and filled with wonder at how despite the hordes of foreigners that crowd the streets and lanes of Ubud, it has somehow managed to retain its charm; maybe not quite as quaint as it once was many years ago, but still somehow intoxicating when viewed in the fading light of an afternoon's sun.

Trip to Padangbai: A Little Old, a Little New: Part I

2012-10-10T17:09:00.000+08:00

With a house full of people, only half of whom I knew and a continuous, deafening booming from some terrible dangdut that started at 6:30 am and was scheduled to go on until midnight, I was getting to feel like a cranky old man complaining about the noise and the people. Indonesians, like many other Southeast Asians, love loud music – the louder the better – and crowds of people – the more the merrier. No matter how long I live here, my core personality is not going to change. So, in the interests of everyone, I decided that it would be a good idea to hit the road. I wasn't planning on one of my overnight trips, so I hopped on the bike with just my handphone and digital camera. The plan was just to get out of the house for a while and give everyone some space to do their own thing.

A visit to Pemuteran seemed like a good drive on a lovely sunny Sunday morning. Passing through the Lovina area, I was struck by how ugly it's become – full of villas, furniture stores, bakeries, repair shops, restaurants, bars and one hotel after the next. The bucolic scenes of the past are gone forever, as Lovina strives to become a cut rate version of Kuta and Legian. The old Chicago Transit Authority songs, Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? and 25 Or 6 To 4, kept running through my head as I blasted through Kalibukbuk, Temukus and Banjar heading towards Seririt.

scenes from the past

I was surprised to see that Seririt had a Hardys – seems they're everywhere on the island now since they're popular with both locals and foreigners. Seririt looked more prosperous than in the past, and without the glut of tourist-oriented businesses, I felt that I was getting back into an easier, less crowded and less hectic past. Through Grogak thinking you may think that you lost out on the much discussed second Bali international airport, but you've won. I had to pull my bike over for a short break while a ngaben wove down the main road. Then up to Pulaki where there was a major ceremony in process. I took a quick look and headed into Pemuturan.

By this time my wife texted me to let me know that the ceremonies in the house would be going on until midnight and I might as well just stay over night. I texted back to make sure I understood her message. I pulled over in Pemuturan looking at possible accommodations for the night. The vibe just wasn't right; something seemed uncomfortable and out of balance. Working more on instinct than logic, I turned the bike around and headed back to Kalibukbuk to have a few drinks at my favorite beachside restaurant. Pulling in at the beach, I was surprised, disappointed and depressed to see my favorite place torn down and something new under construction. A feeling of having something wonderful from my past disappear enveloped me; I headed back towards Singaraja not sure of my next step.

As I drove down Jalan Diponegoro, the destination Padangbai popped into my head. I've long wanted to spend a night there and as I hadn't received a reply from my wife yet, I drove on through Singaraja heading west. Passing through Air Sanih, I thought about stopping for a snack and a drink, but the road was filled with restless looking young men waiting for something to do. I wanted to stay small, under the radar, an invisible old man driving through the countryside. I drove on towards Tulamben, one of the old places during my early years in Bali where I'd go to have a swim, spend a night or two reading, drinking beer, writing, chatting to the local guys. Maybe I'll stop there I thought. Save myself from more driving as I was suddenly aware of a sunburn developing on my hands and forearms.

ngaben in Tulamben

I love the drive down the east coast with the change to a drier ecosystem with cacti lining the roads. Entering the village of Kubu, I had to stop. Traffic was backed up, and I could see far ahead of me one of the magnificent creamation towers swaying in the breeze coming off the sea slightly cooling the cloudless heat of early afternoon. Passing the long line of cars and trucks, I moved close enough to take a few photos and then quickly retreat to a small patch of shade under a few trees lining the roadside. I waited for an hour with a changing collection of Balinese – families of four and five on a small motorbike, a few grizzled veterans of many ngaben sharing a kretek cigarette on an old Honda, two dazzling young beauties in their finest ceremonial clothes pulled alongside to say hello, and I was transfixed by their huge dayglow sunglasses that rocketed me back to the 60s. Every so often I would move up along with the gathering crowd in the back of the procession and look for a new bit of shade. Seriously burned now and more than a little dehydrated, I started looking for a warung or restaurant to take shelter in for some shade, food, water and beer.

Like a mirage in this coastal desert, a sign appeared – Pondok Wisata, Bali Permai. I inched forward to see a few young women sitting around a table watching the scene. In the small driveway was a shiny new Kijang and a gleaming Harley Davidson. Signs from somewhere, I pulled in, slowly peeled myself off my burning saddle, and slipped into a chair in a table in a shady place. I decided to save the usual chitchat for later and ordered two lumpia, a large beer and two cold bottles of water.

Walking Tour of Singaraja: Jalan Erlangga and Jalan Hasanuddin

2012-08-28T12:37:00.000+08:00

Today I'm going to walk up Jalan Hasanuddin which is just a street to the east of Jalan Imam Bonjol, which I wrote about in the last walking tour post.

A map of my walks.

After leaving Kampung Bugis walking to the east comes the intersection of Jalan Diponegoro and Jalan Erlangga. Actually, Jalan Dipongegoro becomes Jalan Erlangga in that way that streets do here. Navigating any city in Bali is made more difficult by the fact that house and shop numbers do not necessarily change sequentially and one street suddenly becomes another without warning. Detailed maps may be of some help, but how many of us carry maps around with us? So out onto Jalan Erlangga; this is a short street. This part of it is narrow and often congested because of traffic coming from Jalan Diponegoro, which, as one of the main streets of Singaraja, gets a lot of traffic, and Jalan Pattimura which runs through Kampung Bugis and gets a lot of traffic because all of the trucks coming from the west have to be routed through Jalan Pattimura. Find a photo. A lot of cars and delivery trucks double park here which adds to the congestion.

Jalan Erlangga has a large furniture shop where we buy most of our furniture. We'll occasionally run into foreigners from the Lovina area shopping for furniture there. This is not the expensive custom made furniture, but they have some nice beds and a few other pieces. One the south side of Erlangga is another furniture shop. We buy things there occasionally. Additionally, there are several automotive parts stores, a fishing/photography shop, a small grocery store selling dry goods and beverages, a baby shop and at several bicycle stores. Other buildings include a mosque and a store selling generators, hardware and other building tools.

Jalan Hasanuddin, Singarja Bali

Jalan Erlangga continues on past the intersection with Jalan Imam Bonjol. Here, Jalan Erlangga becomes a wider two-way street. Both sides have a number of shops selling building supplies such as paint, plywood, ceramic tiles, tools, varnish, nails and bolts, cement, and a variety of other building materials. This section of Jalan Erlangga continues on about 200 meters until it reaches the entrance to the old harbor and the bridge; it then becomes Jalan Surapati. Right across from the entrance to the bridge on the south side of the street is the start of Jalan Hasanuddin. Like Jalan Imam Bonjol, Jalan Hasanuddin is a one-way street running south. A lot of the buildings on Jalan Hasanuddin are storage facilities for local businesses. There is a busy pharmacy, a dentist's office and a pediatrician's office close by. Going south a ways is a pet supply store. No pets, just supplies like cages, aquariums, food for any number of creatures, and cigarettes. Yes, this pet store sell cigarettes.

Jalan Hasanuddin continues on south until it curves to the west and joins up with Jalan Imam Bonjol. As I walked this short stretch, I could hear the screams and laughter of children. I looked up and noticed an elementary school. I expected that because of the noise level the kids would be out on recess, but they were safely tucked away inside the classrooms. A large bathroom and tile store sits right at the intersection of Hasanuddin and Imam Bonjol. We've bought a few faucets and a toilet from them. They have a small, but interesting selection of bathroom fixtures, including a large solar water heater. This kind of store wasn't around in Singaraja when we were building each of our houses. To get Western-type building supplies, we had to go down to Denpasar, and even there, the selection was limited. Singaraja has become more Western friendly in terms of construction materials, and, even Indonesians are now buying Western-type furnishings for their homes. Recently we visited a neighbor's house and were surprised to see that they had a Western toilet in their bathroom along with a fancy sink and cabinet set. Across the street is a fairly large building supply store that sells paint, wood, plastic piping and so on.

And just where Jalan Imam Bonjol ends and splits into two streets, Jalan Gajah Mada starts and leads south to Denpasar. Jalan Dr. Sutomo splits off to the west for a short distance and becomes Jalan A. Yani which heads off to Lovina. Right at this busy intersection (noticeable for the large statute that marks the intersection), Singaraja's post office is located. Generally the post office isn't too busy, and it now has a small ATM in the parking lot.

I follow Jalan Dr. Sutomo – it only runs about 150 meters at the most – over to Jalan Diponegoro. Jalan Dr. Sutomo has a mix of small businesses that sell books, household goods and electronics. There is also a small internet shop that I used a few times when my internet connection was out. Perhaps most importantly, Bank Central Asia is here just across from the south entrance to Singaraja's main market. BCA has an ATM machine and inside it's possible to change currency including traveler checks. A police post, a clothing store and a motorcyle store.

As I was walking home, I noticed that I forgot last post to mention all the gold shops on Jalan Diponegoro and the little street Jalan Sawo that heads east off Jalan Diponegoro. So, this covers the closest streets to my house heading east. Next post, I'll take a look at the main road heading out to the east.

Sheikhupura Fort, Pakistan: A Trip Back in Time

2012-08-09T20:58:00.001+08:00

I'm going to take a brief break today from my walking tour of Singaraja and journey back to Pakistan where I spent four intense, memorable and rewarding years. One of my teaching responsibilities during the first two years of my teaching in Lahore was a high school anthropology class. Those two years were the only time that I taught an anthropology class to students below university level, so it was a bit of a challenge. But, I had the opportunity to take two of my classes outside the school for field trips around Pakistan. The first trip included a visit to an old fort in the town of Sheikhupura which is jus 35 miles northwest of Lahore.

The city origins date back to 100 BC. Sheikhupura takes its name from the nickname for the Mughal Emperor Jahangir. Alexander the Great supposedly fought a battle here. The city was a focal point for struggles between Muslims and Sikhs for control of the area. The Sikhs eventually won out and held the city until they were defeated by the British sometime around 1850. Sheikhupura became part of Pakistan after Partition. Until then, the city was a mix of Hindu, Muslim and Sikh residents.

It seems uncertain exactly when Sheikhupura Fort was constructed. One argument is that it was built in 1619 for use as a hunting lodge. It is generally accepted that the fort was built by Emperor Jahangir sometime after 1607 and was used as a camp for the Emperor when he was in the area, usually for hunting. Later the fort was used as a home for the Sikh Princess Rani Nikayan; this accounts for many of the lovely frescoes still in existence (although some have been defaced by vandals) of dancing girls, court scenes, wildlife and images of Guru Nanak. The Asian Historical Architecture has an excellent section on Sheikhupura Fort including interior maps and 90 photos. I love this site because I lost most of the photos that I took during our field trip.

According to a news report from 2010, the United States was contributing $850,000 to the cost of renovating the fort. I was looking for some more recent information on the renovation project, but I haven't been able to find any. This is one of the many places that I would enjoy visiting should I be fortunate enough to return to Pakistan one day.

City Life in Bali: A Walking Tour of Singaraja

2012-07-26T16:06:00.000+08:00

A few posts ago, I mentioned that I was going to get some needed exercise while exploring the city that I've called home for most of the past 23 years. I've been waiting to get over a bout of pneumonia, but it's been a long time coming – getting well that is – so I've decided that the best way to speed my recovery at this point is to just get out and do some walking. One thing that I've discovered while planning my walking tour of the city on a map is just how big Singaraja actually is. That little discovery has surprised me, I think, just because I've taken the city for granted. It's a fairly common thing for people to fall into comfortable routines, and we miss all of the wonder and the changes around us. So, if I really want to do right by Singaraja, I'm going to be doing a lot of walking over the coming months.

I've been thinking about how best to do my little walking tour, and I finally decided that the best place to start is from home. It makes a lot of sense geographically because we are right at the edge of the world – so to speak – because three meters in front of our house is the Bali Sea and that's where Singaraja ends. So, I'm starting out from home and making little forays farther and farther out from the house.

masjid taqwa, kampung bugis

My first walk is just a little stroll out of Kampung Bugis past Masjid Taqwa down Jalan Diponegoro (Singaraja's central business district – that's probably too grand a title for Jalan Diponegoro, but I like it so why not) then over to Jalan A. Yani and back down Jalan Imam Bonjol to the harbor and home again. The route is traced out on the map of Singaraja for readers who want to locate the areas that I'm writing about on a map. Jalan Diponegoro is the central shopping area and the city's main traditional market is located right in the middle of the street although it can be a bit difficult to discover because the entrance is just a small opening on Jalan Diponegoro – the actual market is between Diponegoro and Jalan Imam Bonjol. The market has fresh fruits and vegetables, meat, spices, clothes and a variety of other dry goods. Really, I don't find it all that interesting, although it does seem to attract a number of tourists who want to see a traditional market.

The street also has electronic stores (I buy all my electronic equipment there), a few small restaurants, shoe stores, a few book stores (including a new one that I just discovered on this walk), a pharmacy, a few doctor's offices, some fishing equipment shops, a small mini-market, two or three clothing stores, the main branch of BII (Bank Internasional Indonesia), a few hair saloons and an assortment of shops selling household goods. The street is almost always crowded with traffic due to the relatively new practice of allowing double parking which causes traffic to back up during the busy shopping hours of the day. I'll get back to discussing Jalan A. Yani in another post.

Jalan Imam Bonjol

Jalan Imam Bonjol is another busy street just to the east of Jalan Diponegoro. It is filled with shops selling a variety of things, such as household goods, furniture, car and motorbike parts, gold jewelry, and children's toys. This street also has an entrance to the main market and a new mini-market. While Jalan Diponegoro is a one way street running north, Jalan Imam Bonjol is a one-way street running south. Most of the buildings are two stories with a shop on the ground floor and a residence on the second story. Running off of Jalan Imam Bonjol to the east and west are several small streets called gangs in Bahasa Indonesia. I haven't even gotten to exploring these streets yet, so it should be clear that my walking tour of Singaraja still has a lot of ground to cover.

A Brief Historical and Socioeconomic View of Buleleng, Singaraja and Kampung Bugis

2012-06-08T18:11:00.000+08:00

While I'm still recuperating at home and unable to start my walking tours of the city, I'll start this series on Singaraja with some historical and socioeconomic background information on the regency, city and my neighborhood.

Singaraja is the capital of the regency of Buleleng, which covers the north side of the island of Bali. Buleleng is the largest province of Bali in terms of area. During the colonial period, Singaraja was the capital of Bali and the Lesser Sunda Islands; in 1953 the capital was moved to Denpasar in the south. During the colonial period, the harbor in Singaraja was the entry point to the island for visitors and a variety of goods including slaves and opium.

Raja of Buleleng and his secretary circa 1875. Image:
Tropenmuseum of the Royal Tropical Institute

Buleleng was founded on March 30, 1604, by the legendary Gusti Panji Sakti who was descended from the son of Dalem Sagening, king of Gelgel, and who at one time ruled both Buleleng and Blambangan in Java. The story goes that Panji Sakti left Klungkung to found a new kingdom in North Bali. When Panji Sakti reached the top of the mountain range, he was thirsty, but there was no water. So, he drove his magic kris into the ground and a spring formed. This spring still exists today at the site of the Pura Yeh Ketipat temple in the Lake Beratan area. Eventually Panji Sakti built three palaces; the last palace was at the site of Singaraja and this is considered the official birth date (1604) of the city and the kingdom of Buleleng.

Buleleng was the first of the Balinese kingdoms to fall to the Dutch after three battles in 1846, 1848 and 1849. (I'll have more about this in my posts about the Bugis in Kampung Bugis.) Buleleng has 9 kecamatans (sub-districts); these are Gerokgak, Seririt, Busung Biu, Banjar, Buleleng, Sukasada, Sawan, Kubutambahan and Tejakula. Geographically Buleleng includes mountain ranges in the south, two lakes in the mountains and the relatively narrow coastal plane that skirts the Bali Sea on the north. Agriculture, manufacturing, tourism and crafts are the main areas of the economy. The regency's land area is 24.25% of the total land area of Bali. Buleleng's has a varied climate; the mountain ranges to the south regularly receive rainfall, while the coastal area has a dry season and a wet season.

According to the Kabupaten Buleleng's website, the regency (or district as it is sometimes called) had a population of 786,972 in 2009. While the sub-district of Buleleng has the smallest area of the nine sub-districts, it has the largest population and highest population density. The sub-district of Buleleng had a population of 146,942 with a density of 1,515 people per square kilometer; the city of Singaraja has somewhere between 80,000 to 100,000 residents and this accounts for the high population density of Buleleng. Singaraja is known as a city of education.

Kampung Bugis is located right along the Bali Sea (sometimes also called the Java Sea or the Bali/Java Sea), and is adjacent to the harbor. The total area of Kampung Bugis is 30 hectares. In addition to having the sea as its northern border, it borders Kampung Baru to the east, Kampung Kajanan to the south and Kampung Anyar to the west. The kampung has 3,299 residents, divided almost equally between males and females. Trading is the most common occupation, and there are 21 residents listed as making their livelihood by fishing.

So, enough history and statistics for now. There will be more later on the lifeinthetropics blog when I get finished with my translation of the thesis on the role of the Bugis people in the development of Kampung Bugis.

Singaraja, Buleleng, Bali: A City to Discover

2012-06-06T12:54:00.000+08:00

Sometimes a bout of illness or a less than sparkling medical checkup can be a good thing, a call to make a few changes. I've mostly been in bed for the past three weeks with a nasty flu bug that turned into pneumonia, and my wife's recent checkup indicated that she needed to change her diet some and get more exercise. As we were discussing what we were going to do to get a bit healthier, I came across some advice on one of the medical websites that suggested walking 10,000 steps a day as a relatively easy way to get some exercise. Add that to my recent work in translating a thesis on the origins of the Bugis people and the development of Kampung Bugis (my home neighborhood), and I decided that it was about time to get out wandering around the city on foot. Generally, I travel by motorcycle, but with the traffic in Singaraja getting worse by the day (or so it seems), I miss a lot of the cool things around this city because I have to keep my eye on all the vehicles on the streets.

Singaraja, Bali

I love walking around cities. During my youth in Chicago, I walked all over the north side and the downtown area; I've taken extended walking tours of New York, San Francisco, Singapore, Bangkok, Amritsar, Lahore, Hong Kong, Kuala Lumpur and Manila. But I've done very little actual walking around my lovely city of Singaraja. The city dates back over 500 years, and while a lot of the old buildings have been torn down over the past several decades, there are still plenty of interesting sites to see while walking around Singaraja.

So, I've decided to get my exercise by taking some extended walks through the many neighborhoods here that I only zoomed through on my motorcycle. I'll be writing about the city as it exists now, and I'll be adding some historical information as well, both here and on my lifeinthetropics blog. So stop by and see what Singaraja is like for a long term foreign resident.

A Rare Car Trip to Denpasar

2012-04-25T16:17:00.000+08:00

It's rare these days for me to take a trip in the car. Problems with my ankle (two botched surgeries a few years ago), my back (a chronic problem dating back to my fieldwork days in Northern California) and my peripheral vision (from the first stroke almost three years ago now) first stopped my from driving the car and now has made it uncomfortable to even sit in a car for more than a short ride. So, I stick the my beloved motorcycle unless a situation arises where I need to use a car. Yesterday, one of those situations arose when I need to accompany one of my daughters down to the American Consular Agency in Denpasar.

I'm a driver: I was a cab driver for a few years, drove a fork lift for a while in a factory and have been attached to anything mechanical that can move me from one place to another. I don't trust most of other drivers, especially in Bali where road conditions are, at best, challenging. But, as I can't really drive a car, I used my wife's occasional driver yesterday to take Rebecca and me down to Denpasar. I loved it. I loved it not because someone else had to battle potholes, lunatic teenagers just graduating from school and driving like they have some impenetrable shield around, the clueless textters who drive with one hand on their motorbike and the other on their handphone (forget about watching the road, they're too busy getting out that vital SMS to someone obviously important enough to risk their life and the lives of other drivers), the tourist-bus drivers who have the biggest vehicles on the road and make sure everyone knows it, and the mad dogs who run out into the street oblivious to speeding machines. I loved it because it gave me a chance to gaze at Bali's natural beauty and its unique architecture.

Those of us who have been here for a while, and who don't live in traditional Balinese compounds, tend to forget about their special beauty. And, there are many along the road from Denpasar to Singaraja. My status as a non-driver allowed me to stare into the compounds as we sat in traffic or slowly passed by. My anthropological imagination running wild imagining live in one kampung or desa after the next. And as we drove up into the mountains on the way home, I was dazzled by the late afternoon sun highlighting the lushness of a Bali just coming out of the rainy season.

Knowing that I won't be making these trips very often anymore, I avidly accumulated all these visions of this graceful and gorgerous island for future reflection. Just another nice day in paradise.

Some Quiet in Ubud

2012-04-07T14:23:00.000+08:00

I didn't realize how long it has been since I've been to Ubud until I look at this blog – six months. So, I decided to get out on the road since the weather seems to have turned and the dry season is peaking out from behind the masses of rain clouds that have filled the skies of Bali for so long. It was during this trip that I realized one of the major reasons that I love spending a night or two down in Ubud: it's quiet. Really quiet. Life in Kampung Bugis is a never-ending stream of auditory assaults from chickens, motorcycles, hordes of children, trucks, cars, neighbors, the local mosques and puras and the occasional plane or helicopter buzzing overhead.

I was sitting on the little veranda outside my room at my favorite homestay in Ubud reading a little book about Rimbaud in Java while enjoying the quiet and peace when an American tourist came by to look at the room next door. I overheard him unsuccessfully trying to bargain down the price of the room. He asked if he could bother me for a moment and inquired about “that sound.” I asked him what sound, and he replied “that buzzing, is it a saw or insects?” Oh, that sound. Insects. Nature. Life in the tropics. “I guess we could live with that,” he muttered. Probably not though as he didn't come back.

I stayed an extra day this trip and wandered down Monkey Forest Road to see if it had changed as much as the main road which is definitely more upscale these days than it was back when I first started staying in Ubud. Surprisingly, it's not all that different – just a little more crowded with cars, buses, motorbikes and tourists. A stroll along Monkey Forest Road can get hot with all the exhaust from the stream of vehicles, so I stopped at a little cafe to have a few cold Bintangs and watch the tourists passing by. I noticed that they have a determined little march, not looking left or right, charging on ahead to their destinations, generally ignoring the calls of transport from the line of guys sitting along the road trying to drum up some business. The eat, pray and love ladies with their flowing white dresses or baggy hippy pants, however, tend to float dreamily like eagles scouring the landscape for some tasty prey. The new additions to the hodgepodge of shops along the road were the aromatherapy shops and the spas that offer a variety of massages, tonics and pampering. I glimpsed two of the ladies in white blissfully exit an upscale-looking spa and enter the hot noon sun and chaos of the road still under the trance of their retreat into the world of alternative therapies and escape from the stresses of the mundane world.

For me, the trip was a chance to talk to some old friends and meet two new ones, as well as travel the road to Kintamani that passes through some of the most magnificent of Bali's natural beauty. And, of course, there's always that thrill of riding a fine motorcycle around the island.

A Trip to Yogyakarta

2012-02-23T11:06:00.000+08:00

I haven't been to Java in a few years. Actually, I haven't been off the island for a few years – and that sounds amazing as I write it because it's the longest time that I've ever spent on Bali without at the least going to another island – so I was ready to go. My daughters would call it refreshing, meaning that the trip will refresh me. It's a curious Indonesian phrasing using English.

As usual when I take trips, I get anxious worrying about missing a flight, the hotel not having a reservation, suddenly getting ill and the like. I am definitely not a good tourist despite all the international travel that I've done over the past 25 years. On the one hand, I do miss traveling around the world, on the other hand it can be such a hassle.

One of the downsides to living in the north of Bali is the distance to the airport. Now if the flight leaves late in the morning or early in the evening that's ok because I can leave here at a decent hour. But, on flights like the one we'll be taking on Sunday, the 07:00 departure time means check-in at 06:00 and therefore leaving home around 03:00. That's always been the problem during the years that the family and I were living in Papua. We'd have to get the kids up around 2 to get them dressed and do last minute packing of the car. When they were little, there were always tears being woken up in the middle of the night, but once they got to the airport, they'd be excited about the trip. They loved traveling.

Yogyakarta is one of Indonesia's favorite tourist destinations. Located in Central Java, it is considered to be the center of Javanese culture and is known for its batik, puppets, dance and music. Additionally, the city was once the capital of the Indonesian Republic during the revolution against Dutch colonial rule. Yogyakarta's uniqueness also extends to its status as a Special Administrative Region and has the Sultan Hamengkubuwono X as its ruler. He is also the area's governor. And to add to all this, Yogyakarta is a relatively short distance to Borobudur and Prambanan. Oh, I almost forgot. Yogya is one of Indonesia educational centers as well with many universities, colleges and other institutes of higher education. My eldest daughter is in a nursing college, and my second daughter is considering going to school there as well.

So, Jogya is a cool place to visit. On my previous two visits to the city, I did some of the required sight-seeing like Borobudur, Prmabanan, batik factories and puppet-making workshops. However, I never got around to visiting the Kraton, the Sultan's palace. This trip my main plan, other than to see Mercedes and check on a school for Rebecca, was to visit the Kraton.

I arrived early and wasn't able to check in to my homestay until afternoon, so I wandered down the street and had breakfast at an interesting little restaurant. After I finished, I took a becek to the Kraton. Despite it being an early Sunday morning, there were streams of people flooding into the Kraton – many of them were students and there were a fair amount of foreigners as well. I spend a pleasant morning talking with one group of students after another – they were all studying English and they loved the opportunity to practice with a retired teacher who speaks Indonesian. It was a morning well spent.

It poured for most of the time that I was in Yogyakarta so I only managed to do a few of the things that I had planned on. All in all, it was a good trip, especially spending some time with my daughter. Yogyakarta is definitely worth a visit – a few days isn't enough time to really explore the city and the surrounding area, but I have a feeling I'll be back again a few more times.

Back to Sanur

2012-01-11T09:11:00.000+08:00

Finally, I had an excuse to get out of town and start the new year off with a road trip. For some reason, I find it quite difficult to leave the house for road trips these days. There always seems to be some home improvement project that I feel I should get done before I go out for a day or two on the motorcycle. So when my old friend, Stephen, arrived on the island for his December break, I knew I had a good excuse to get out on the road again.

Another drive, then, back to Sanur which I last visited in August. Trips around the island are always something of a risk during the rainy season. And, just as I was about to leave the house the other day, it started to rain. By the time I had made it back up to the third floor to wait out the rain, it had stopped. I decided to drive as far as Bedugal and see what the weather looked like on the other side of the mountain. A slight drizzle kept me damp, but when I hit Bedugal, the sun came out and it was sunny skies all the way down to Sanur. And even better, there have been a number of improvements made to the main road so the drive was quite enjoyable with not having to dodge potholes.

One of the things about driving my motorcycle – the popular Yamaha V-Ixion – is the protection and maneuverability that its speed gives you. While it's only 150cc, it's a lightweight bike with lots of torque at low speeds. This is advantageous when you get stuck in a long line of vehicles and you need to pass up trucks and buses. You can quickly shoot up past them and leapfrog along the line. The power out of first and second gear also allows you to quickly get out of sticky situations, such as when you have some bozo in front who is weaving from side to side – quite often texting while driving. You can just shoot past them and you're free.

Bali is continually changing. The south of the island seems to be one large construction zone. I made a quick stop at the Ace Hardware on Jalan Gatot Subroto to see if they had any polyurethane – they did. It's interesting that with all the wood used in housing here and the widespread use of Bale Bengong that polyurethane, or something like it, wouldn't be available here. But, I did the rounds of eight building supply stores in Singaraja and couldn't find one that knew anything about polyurethane or something like it. So, one more reason to have Ace here, even if I rarely get down there.

On my way down to Sanur, not far from Ace on Gatot Subroto, I noticed a new 24 hour McDonald's. Plenty of them down south, yet not one up here in Singaraja yet -for better or worse. Actually, if they had a McDonald's here, we'd probably get dinner there occasionally when no one wanted to cook. I imagine that one will get built up here eventually.

So, I checked into my favorite guesthouse/restaurant in Sanur and took a long walk along the nice beachside sidewalk that runs for a long way down the beach – I walked for a half hour and the sidewalk still went on. Lots of tourists, both foreign and domestic, were also enjoying the sidewalk, the little market and the many restaurants along the beach. After a long lovely walk, I took a shower, read a little from a book that I'm reviewing and then had a nap until my friend, Stephen, was due to meet me for dinner at the restaurant in front of my room.

As usual, we had a great conversation. It seems like years since we were working together in Sumbawa. Well, actually it has been years, so maybe it seems like decades. We caught up on family stuff and work and former colleagues. Plus, we made plans for a trip to Sumbawa in June which both of us loved. It's unfortunate that the island hasn't been able to benefit more from the huge tourist numbers that are Bali. But maybe with the expected increase of tourists this year to 3 million, Sumbawa will get some of the runoff. We'll be there anyway. And now for a trip to Ubud next month.

Sixth in a Series on Moving Overseas: The Philippine Retirement Authority's Special Resident Retiree's Visa

2011-12-02T13:06:00.000+08:00

I'm coming up on the second anniversary of my retirement and the second year of living exclusively on the island of Bali. I'm getting that island fever feeling once again. In times like this, I find that I often end up perusing blogs written by expats who live in other countries in Southeast Asia. Some time back, I started a series of post on moving overseas. They are basically a follow up to the first chapter of my book on moving to Bali, which deals with where is the best place in the region to go.

My first article discussed a website about moving to the Philippines. I didn't go into any real detail on living in the Philippines in that post. The second article was about Venezuela, and it also primarily focused on an expat blog about life in Venezuela. My third article and fourth article's were on Bangkok and Thailand. The fifth article covered Malaysia and its MM2H program for foreigners who want to move to Malaysia. Today, I'm back to the Philippines and their program for foreigners that want to move to the country.

The Philippines has, like Malaysia, a website completely devoted to visas for foreigners who want to move to the country. This website is created and maintained by the Philippine Retirement Authority. The PRA is a government owned corporation with the mission to attract foreigners and former Filipinos to move to the Philippines in order to help with the development of the country by bringing in foreign currency. The PRA offers a variety of forms of assistance for foreigners who are applying for one of the SRRV products. The PRA vision is to “make the Philippines a globally competitive and preferred retirement destination in Asia.” Doesn't that just sound great when compared to some of the hoops that some of the other ASEAN countries place in the way of foreigners who want to retire in SE Asia?

There are four classes of visas called Special Resident Retiree's Visa: SRRV Smile, SRRV Classic, SRRV Human Touch and SRRV Courtesy. Details of each product (as they are called on the website) are clearly listed.

The Smile product is for those foreigners 35 years or older. The applicant needs to deposit $20,000 in an approved bank; this money is not convertible, that is the foreigner cannot access it until they cancel their visa. A one-time application fee of $1,400 is required for the main visa holder, along with $300 for each dependent (each category or product of the SRRV has the same application fee). An annual fee of $360 is required. This covers the main visa holder, the spouse and one dependent. Documents required are a SRRV application form, a passport, a medical clearance examination, police clearance, ID photos and some additional proof for a spouse and dependent.

The Classic product is for foreigners from the ages of 35-49 and from 50 on up. The 35-49 visa requires a $50,000 visa deposit but this can converted into investments that must total at least $50,000. The 50 on up visa is clearly the best bet financially. The visa deposit for this group is $20,000 without a pension or $10,000 with a pension (the pension must be at least $800 per month for singles and $1,000 for married couples). As with the the younger group, the visa deposit is convertible into investments such as a condo or a long-term lease on a house). The annual fees are the same as for the Smile product. Required documents are the same as for the Smile product with the addition of proof of pension.

The Human Touch product is for foreigners who are at least 35 years old and who have a pre-existing physical condition (other than a contagious disease or an illness requiring medical care). The visa deposit is $10,000 and has the same conditions as for the Smile product. Annual fees are the same as for the first two products. Documents are the same as the Classic product with the addition of a health insurance policy.

The Courtesy product is for former Filipino citizens who are at least 35 years old, and for retired diplomats. The visa deposit is $1,500 and this may be converted into investments. The application fees are the same as for the first three categories, but the annual fee is only $10.00. Required documents are an application form, a passport, a medical examination, police clearance, ID photos and additional documents for a spouse and dependents.

It seems that the Classic product is one of the most inexpensive visas for expats who move to Southeast Asia although Indonesia is making a serious attempt to make life easier for those of us who have moved here or want to move here. Next post, I'll take a look at the Indonesia options for retirees and others who want to move to Indonesia.

A Warm Breeze from the Coast

2011-09-29T08:17:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since my last motorcycle trip (Ramadan isn't ideal for traveling and my eldest daughter was visiting from school), so I decided it was time to hit the road and visit a friend down in Ubud to chat and pick up an antique keris that I bought many years ago. My friend kindly offered to have it cleaned for me, and now that it was done I had a great excuse to visit Ubud.

I've been dropping in to Ubud for short visits since I first arrived in Indonesia back in 1989. My trips back in the early days were mainly to look for Balinese art. I'd stay a night or two in a local homestay, get what I wanted and then head back home. What I mostly remember about Ubud back then was how early the village closed down. The streets would be dark and deserted by 10 pm. Years later, I started visiting Ubud with friends to stay a night or two, hear some music, do a little shopping and spend a lot of time in one or another of the bars or clubs. Now, I mostly visit Ubud to visit my American friend and discuss expat life, local and world politics, kids and school and anything else that pops up during the three or four hours that we spend together.

After visiting my buddy, I return to the inexpensive homestay that I've been using as my base in Ubud for the past 22 years. The homestay offers basic rooms with two beds, a fan, an outdoor bathroom with cold water, and the traditional Balinese double doors. No frills, although they do have two new rooms with hot water. What I love about the place is that the folks are friendly but not intrusive. We always have a short chat when I arrive, and then they just go back to their daily household routines. They do provide plenty of hot water along with coffee and tea, and the breakfast is quite good: a large fruit salad along with either an egg or a banana pancake. While the price has gone up over the years, the 100,000 rupiah they charge now is reasonable and fits in my traveling budget of 150,000 a night for a room.

So after returning from my visit, I have a shower and nap, and then wander around a bit. This usually includes buying a book and then having dinner at one of Ubud's many restaurants. While Ubud is one of the top destinations for visitors to Bali because of the cultural attractions (dances, music, art) and the gorgeous countryside, it has limited interest for me because I've been to the ceremonies and dances. I do enjoy watching the tourists, however. We don't get many in Kampung Bugis, so they're some akin to a birdwatcher catching sight of a rare species.

While I was driving down to Ubud from Kintamani, I passed three groups of tourists doing one of the bike rides that go down from Kintamani to Ubud, and then later several groups getting ready to do one of the rafting trips on the Ayung River. There are a number of companies that offer biking and rafting like Bali Adventure Tours and Sobek. So, there were plenty of tourists around Ubud to keep me amused.

Coming back to Kampung Bugis from Ubud, I drove up to Kintamani through a soft morning rain. I love getting out on the road early with the markets full, kids on their way to school and the smell of wood fires burning in the villages. By the time I hit Kintamani, the fog was so thick that visibility was down to 3 meters and a stiff wind was blowing up from the west. Indonesians on motorbikes tend to dress like I used to during the cold Chicago winters when I was a kid: gloves, scarves, heavy jackets. I wore a t-shirt, and I was freezing. My hands were numb from the cold and the vise-like grip that I had on the motorcycle because of the hazardous driving conditions. As I moved down the mountain, the fog cleared up and a dazzling blue sky appeared overhead. A warm breeze from the coast let me know that I was getting close to home. North Bali's brilliant coast never looked better.

Now it's time to figure out where to go on my next trip around Bali.

Road Trip to Sanur

2011-08-09T10:26:00.001+08:00

I haven't been out on the road much lately, mostly because of a few health issues. But, an old friend returned from his new teaching job in China, and I wanted to get a chance to sit down and catch up with him. The first plan was to stay in one of the inexpensive hotels in Kuta where I usually sleep when I need to do something down in the south that will take long enough to warrant not doing a round-trip in one day. But, this being the tourist season, all the places where I usually stay were full. Not surprising as the Kuta area becomes Little Australia at this time of the year.

So, the next plan was to sleep on the floor at my friend's house in Jimbaran. I took off on a lovely morning last week and left early enough that I missed most of the crazy traffic of tourist buses that is common in August in the mountains just south of Singaraja. The drive was very enjoyable until I hit the Denpasar area and ran into major traffic. I was on the Bypass and by the time that I reached Sanur, I was hot, sore and choking on exhaust fumes. I stopped off at a restaurant that I used to frequent years ago to have a cold beer and stretch my muscles some. After a few beers, I asked about the price of a room and was pleasantly surprised at the price which was right in my range of 100,000 – 150,000 per night. The room was basic but had a comfortable bed, a fan that worked and a clean bathroom. Added to that, the hotel had a restaurant with good food and a location that's only a few minutes walk to the beach. I thought that it might be a good idea to grab a room in Sanur, rather than cramping my friend and his family in their small house. As things turned out the room was fine, the food that my friend and I had for dinner was excellent, and I had a pleasant afternoon walk down along the beach. We had a few drinks as well, of course.

So, I've found another nice place to stay down south, plus it's not in the Kuta area which is almost always a good thing. Occasionally, I like staying in the Kuta area if I really need to do some shopping there, but Sanur is much less hectic and pleasant overall. During my stroll down along the beach, no one pestered me for transport, a room, a girl, a boy, some drugs. No one even tried to get me to have something to eat or drink in one of the many restaurants along the beach. I'd forgotten that there are some places down south that are quiet and relaxed. Next time I'm looking for a place to base myself while I do business in the south, I'll pick Sanur over Kuta.

Fifth in a Series on Moving Overseas: Malaysia

2011-06-14T08:24:00.000+08:00

Southeast Asia is a popular destination for foreigners who want to move overseas whether it be for retirement or just a change of life. It would be interesting to see the statistics on the number of Americans who are leaving the States for overseas destinations as the economy of the US seems stuck in the doldrums. Life in Southeast Asia can certainly be less expensive than life in the States, and the warm weather is attractive for those of us getting on in years who don't want to deal with cold weather and snow. I've already written extensively about life here in Indonesia, and I've touched on the Philippines and Thailand as two popular destinations for new expats. But, there is another Southeast Asian country that is actively seeking foreigners who want to relocate to this part of the world: Malaysia.

Malaysia's government set up the Malaysia My Second Home program (MM2H) for foreigners who want to move to the country on a long term basis. Some of the features of the program are: a ten-year multiple-entry visa, tax-free import privileges, the ability to purchase a home, the ability to invest in and own a business, no taxes on income earned outside the country, and a clear set of procedures for entry into the program.

MM2H has two sets of financial requirements: one for people under 50, and one for people over 50. The under-50 requirements are a bit stiff in regards to finances – it's required to have a minimum of RM500,000 and a monthly offshore income of RM10,000; that's around USD165,000 and USD3,333. So, foreigners who want to retire early need to have some significant financial resources available. For the over-50 crowd, things are a bit more reasonable. We need to have RM350,000 in assets and a monthly income from a government approved pension of RM10,000, or a fixed deposit account in Malaysia of RM150,000. While it is possible to purchase a house, the price of the house has to be at least RM500,000. So, while the 10-year visa and tax-free status looks great, the financial requirements may be above the resources of many of us.

Reading a few blogs about life for expats in Malaysia, their experiences seem to be very similar in many respects to that of life for expats in Indonesia. The positives about moving to Malaysia include a low cost of living, an infrastructure that is one of the most developed in Southeast Asia, a stable political system, a low crime rate, the multiculturalism of the country and an excellent location for traveling around the region.

So, as potential expats look around for places in SE Asia to retire to, Malaysia appears to offer some attractive benefits but at a cost. At this stage, Indonesia's financial requirements for long-term residency are lower than Malaysia's. For someone like me with a retirement income below the Malaysian requirements, I'd say that retiring in Indonesia is the more attractive option.

My 5 Favorite Cities for Walking Around

2011-05-20T10:10:00.001+08:00

Walking is the best way to explore all the nuances and nooks and crannies that define a city's ethos. These days so many of us stick to a car, motorcycle or public transportation; this is especially true in the tropics where heat and humidity can discourage all but the most diehard walkers. I just finished reading Orhan Pamuk's novel, The Museum of Innocence, and I was struck by his use of the city as another character in the story that he tells. When I finished the novel, I was overwhelmed by the desire to hop on a plane to Istanbul and wander through the city. I was reflecting on this while sitting on the roof late yesterday afternoon watching the sun set as I usually do on nice days here in Bali. Gazing over the city of Singaraja, I was struck by how much of the city I've yet to walk through despite living here for over 20 years. That got me to thinking about my favorite cities to walk in as I love walking through cities. Here are my five favorite cities.

Chicago

OK, I was born in Chicago so I'm somewhat biased, but I spent a lot of my youth wandering the city, especially the area that runs from downtown up through the Near North Side and into Lincoln Park. I did a few searches to see if I could come across some photos of the area from back in those times and found, to my surprise, that there are all these mini-neighborhoods now that weren't there 40 years ago. Well, regardless, Chicago is a great walking city. A walk from downtown going north takes the walker past a variety of restaurants, bars and cafes, which offer weary walkers a chance to rest and refresh themselves. Some highlights include the nightlife area, Rush Street, Old Town with its quaint buildings dating back to before the great Chicago Fire, the Gold Coast featuring mansions dating back to the late 19th Century, the lakefront and, of course, Lincoln Park Zoo.

San Francisco
OK, another home town. I moved to San Francisco after I left Chicago, and The City by the Bay is one great place to walk through. Again, I'm a bit biased; I fell in love with a beautiful young woman on one of my walks through the city. The Embarcadero is a great place to start. Going north, I'd follow the Embarcadero up to Fisherman's Wharf and stop for a snack at one of the many restaurants and cafes there. After a break, I'd make my way down to North Beach with a visit to City Lights Bookstore the old home of the Beats with a quick stop at Caffe Trieste for a cool beer or two. Refreshed once again, I head for Chinatown and stop for an early dinner and end up the walk down at the Powell Street Bart station to head back to Berkeley. This is just one of the many possible walks around the city. I've left out Nob Hill, Russian Hill, the Haight and Golden Gate Park. I don't know that there is anyplace in the world with as many great walks as San Francisco.

Singapore

Time to get out of the historical mode and into the present. Now we get to the favorite places that I've actually walked through in the past few years. Singapore can be hot and sticky for visitors from outside Asia, but the city is easily walkable with loads of fancy international restaurants and neighborhood haunts to stop in for a snack, meal or drink or two. Orchard Road might seem like one mall after the next, but the streets still have some great treats like local buskers playing traditional instruments, high school dance groups performing for pun, or just watching the tourists and locals get on with their business. Count the number of people that pass by that are talking on a cell phone while walking. In a twenty-minute period last year, 75% of the people that passed me were talking on their phones. Get out of the mass of shoppers and travel up to Chinatown for a look at what's left of old Singapore. There are still many traditional old shophouses and local restaurants. Take a look in a Chinese apothecary and see some of the fascinating traditional medicines that they have for sale. I love wandering around the Kreta Ayer Road area. Sometimes I stay at the cool little boutique hotel, 1929, and sometimes I stay across the street at the Keong Saik, not quite as cool but a little less expensive. One of the best places to eat in Singapore is this little outdoor place across the street, Kim Hock Seng. They have great seafood and back when I still ate pork, they had some delicious pork dishes. This hole in the wall is often crowded with local workers and then suddenly a Mercedes will pull up and some wealthy folks will pile out for lunch. The Sri Layan Sithi Vinayagar Temple is right here as well. While, Chinatown is my favorite place to walk in Singapore, there are just so many great areas that an enthusiastic walker could spend weeks just exploring the city.

Bangkok
Bangkok is not usually thought of as a great place for walking, but I love strolling through the farang ghetto on Sukhumvit. I've been staying for years on either Soi 22 or Soi 23 when I visit Bangkok, and they are excellent starting points for a walk around the Sukhumvit area. Sukhumvit just past Asoke has one of my favorite bookstores, Asia Books. This small multi-story bookstore is filled with books from travel to history to children's books. The staff are helpful and it's possible to spend an hour or more browsing. And when I have a need for something from McDonald’s, it's right down the street from Asia Books. One of my favorite Robinson's stores is right there as well. So, I can get a lot of shopping done on these walking trips around Sukhumvit, and I plan my walking trips around what I need to do in terms of shopping. Back across a very crowded Asoke and over on Soi 23, is the famous, or infamous, Soi Cowboy. This nightlife street is fascinating to observe during the daytime when nothing much is going on. I like sitting in one of my favorite restaurants in Bangkok, Old Dutch, which is just at the Soi 23 entrance to Soi Cowboy, and watch the daytime activities. Then back to the Tai Pan Hotel just down the street to drop off any shopping and then out again to wander around the leafy, quiet backstreets in the area. My dentist in Bangkok, Bangkok Smile Dental Clinic, is in the area as well so I can always fit a visit to the dentist during one of my walks. And there's a number of little bars around if I feel in need of some refreshment. This is just one of my walks in the immediate neighborhood of my hotel. Other sections of Sukhumvit offers much more including some cool antique shops, mom and pop grocery stores and the Emporium mall if I feel really hot and need to get off the street for a while and cool down. I love the Sukhumvit area.

Singaraja
OK, my third hometown on the list. Singaraja was once the capital of Bali back during the colonial period. For tourists visiting Bali who only know the Kuta-Legian-Seminyak strip of tourist madness or the increasingly crowded and commercial Ubud, Singaraja is something completely different. Owing to the history of the area, Singaraja is one of the more multicultural areas of Bali. This is where cruise ships used to dock and ships from around the country used to dock at the old harbor, which just happens to be a few hundred meters from where I live. Our neighborhood, Kampung Bugis, is a poor little neighborhood, but we get a lot of walking visitors who come over from the harbor to view a fishing neighborhood. Just south of us is the main shopping area of Singaraja, Jalan Diponegoro. Nothing fancy here, no Starbucks or Pizza Hut or even a MacDonald's. Just a collection of small general stores, a few bookstores selling mostly textbooks, a handful of stores selling televisions and other electronics, and a couple of small hole-in-the-wall eating establishments. Nothing fancy here, just a working city along the north coast of Bali. The center of the city has wide streets with remnants of colonial architecture that reflect the hundred years of Dutch presence, as Buleleng (the regency where Singaraja is) was colonized much earlier than the south of Bali. It's possible to wander the streets of Singaraja without ever being hassled for transport or a hotel or a girl. Far different from the tourist areas of Bali, including Lovina, the tourist and expat ghetto to the west of Singaraja. I still have a lot of exploring to do here, but I'm looking forward to it.

My Three Favorite Drives Around Bali

2011-04-23T11:26:00.000+08:00

Generally, I hate driving in Bali. I actually love driving in general, but here – no, just too crazy and too dangerous. It just drives me nuts when tourists get into some mystical explanation of how traffic works here and how everything goes fine. Well, in fact, it doesn't go fine. I've known nine people that died here in accidents over the past 21 years. So, beware when driving around the island. Wear a helmet, long pants, shoes and a shirt, not a singlet.

But, I do love getting out on the motorcycle and driving around the island once every month or two months. Outside of the cities, the roads are relatively free of traffic, and it's possible to really enjoy driving around the island and appreciate the beauty of Bali outside of the cities. I begin my drives from downtown Singaraja, but these drives can be taken from the south up to the north for folks who want to visit the Singaraja area.

Singaraja to Ubud via Kintamani
I drive out from Singaraja on the main road to the Kintamani turnoff in the village of Kubutambahan. Driving out of the city requires some concentration because the traffic gets intense in the morning, especially around the start of school. I usually leave around 9 am in order to miss most of the crazy early morning drivers. Once I'm on the road up through the hills to Kintamani and Mount Batur, I can relax and enjoy the incredible views of the ocean to the east. There's minimal traffic on this road, which allows me to get into a driving zone. Just past Kintamani, before reaching the temple, there's a turn-off down to Ubud. Fortunately for me, since I have terrible problems with directions, there's now a sign for the turn-off. The road down from Kintamani to Ubud was, once upon a time, one of the worst roads in Bali; it was filled with huge potholes and loose gravel. I actually lost control of the bike once because of the road conditions. Now, however, the road is wonderfully paved with lovely views of the orange groves alongside the road. It's a straight drive down to Ubud with a right turn at the statue.

Singaraja to Candidasa on the east coast road
I used this road many times during my six years in Sumbawa when I was going back and forth between Sumbawa and Bali. The east coast road features landscapes much different than the rest of the island. The north coast section of the road is lined with coconut groves, farther south the landscape becomes drier until you reach the area around Tulamben which is very dry and still shows the signs of the eruption of Mount Agung in 1963. This drive takes you past the small tourist area of Air Sanih and then Tulamben, Tirtagangga and finally Candidasa. Along the way are a number of hotels and homestays for folks that want to spend a night or two exploring the area. For me, it's just a lovely drive past picturesque villages with some incredible rice paddies once you reach the southern part of the road.

Singaraja through Pupan and down south
This road is on the west side of the island. I traveled this road the first time that I came to Bali. That time I was on a bus going from Denpasar to Lovina. What an

incredible introduction to the Balinese countryside it was. Now, I just drive west from Singaraja just up to Seririt and then travel south through small villages up into the hills and then down through glistening rice paddies. When I've had enough of the magic of Bali, I turn around and head back home. This is another road with a minimal amount of traffic and views that you want to photograph and send back to your friends and family at home to let them know just what Bali is outside of the tourist zoo of Kuta-Legian-Seminyak.

Lombok: An Alternative to Bali

2011-03-02T07:20:00.001+08:00

The island of Lombok, situated due east of the fabled tropical resort island of Bali, is developing its potential as an attractive multicultural alternative to Bali for the backpacking set as well as for more upscale tourists. Government tourism officials and local business people are actively working together to promote Lombok's vast potential for the millions of tourists that visit Indonesia annually. Lombok's promotions highlight its natural beauty, friendly population and relaxed atmosphere.

Geography
Lombok is a small island that is located between Bali and Sumbawa in Indonesia. It has a population of approximately 3.2 million people and is small enough that it can be crossed east-to-west in a car or on a motorbike in about two hours. The western side of the island tends to receive more rain than the drier eastern side of the island. The active volcano Mt. Rinjani is on the east coast. The southern coast is excellent for surfing. About 85% of Lombok's population are ethnic Sasaks who practice Islam. Balinese Hindus make up about 10% of the population with the remainder of the population coming from other islands usually to look for work in the tourist industry.

Attractions
Lombok has a predominately agriculturally-based economy, but the tourist industry is rapidly developing. Lombok offers a wide variety of activities for visitors including snorkeling, diving, surfing, mountain trekking, and learning about the local cultures.

While Bali has a number of excellent surfing spots, they are usually quite crowded. Lombok has some ideal spots, such as Desert Point, where surfers can enjoys great waves without the crowds found in Bali's favorite surfing spots. The Gili islands off the north coast are a popular diving spot because of their crystal blue waters and abundant sea life where divers can view reef sharks, sea turtles, octopus, manta rays and a large variety of exotic tropical fish. Gili Trawangan, the largest of the three Gili islands, has a number of PADI certified instructors available to teach new divers.

For the visitors who prefer land action, hiking to the top of Mt. Rinjani is a challenging activity. Rinjani is the third highest mountain in Indonesia at 3726 meters. While some visitors like the attempt to trek to the top of Rinjani without the assistance of guides or porters, the difficulty of the terrain makes this unwise. For visitors who prefer a more laid-back vacation, Lombok has a number of star-rated hotels for relaxing by the pool or on the beach with a tropical cocktail while they enjoy Indonesia's beautiful sunsets.

Places to Stay
Lombok has two main tourist areas: Sengiggi on the north coast and Kuta on the south coast. Sengiggi, which is only a short drive from the airport, has the most developed facilities for visitors. This area is full of restaurants, bars, nightclubs and hotels that run from star-rated to budget-class. Kuta is set to become a major tourist destination because of the new international airport that is due to open in 2013.

Getting There
Lombok has a small international airport that mostly serves domestic flights. However, Silk Air flies to Singapore three times a week. Most visitors, however, come to Lombok from Bali. Tourists that choose this route to Lombok have several options. They can take a short 25 minute flight from the domestic terminal in Denpasar on any of six domestic airlines that provide service from Denpasar, Bali. For visitors who prefer to travel by sea an assortment of companies offer fast boat service from Bali to Lombok. Large, public ferries that accommodate both vehicles and passengers make the four-hour crossing to Lombok on an hourly basis.

The International Teacher 2011-2012 School Year Edition

2009-10-21T18:02:00.016+08:00

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The International Teacher: A Guide to Teaching Overseas, has 550 pages of up-to-date reviews of 300 international schools along with key articles on topics of fundamental importance to teachers searching for positions in international schools. In Section One of The International Teacher you will find articles on:

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I have a Ph.D. in anthropology, and I’ve been teaching now for 33 years. My positions have ranged from preschool to university. I’ve been overseas for the past 20 years. In that time, I’ve taught just about every subject that schools offer. My first position overseas was teaching Second Grade to a group of expat students in a small mining community in Indonesia. Since then I’ve taught computers, math, anthropology, physical education, art, library, social studies, science, health, and more. I’ve been a computer coordinator at four schools, an elementary/middle school principal at two schools, and I’ve served on countless accreditation and curriculum committees as well. As a teacher and administrator, I’ve been on both sides of the job search – interviewer as well as interviewee.

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Fourth in a Series on Moving Overseas: Thailand

2009-09-21T15:34:00.002+08:00

Last week, I wrote about Stickman’s website about Thailand; this week, I’m covering another popular website about living and working in Thailand, Ajarn.com. This website has been around for a long time, and it targets English teachers in Thailand. Why another site about English teacher’s in Thailand? Well, because there are so many of them, and so many more arrive in Thailand on a regular basis.

For those of you who are new to the expat world, English teaching is one of the favorite ways to have an income while exploring the world. English teaching is particularly popular with the backpacking crowd, and the guys who are looking for relationships with Asian women. Why? That’s the next in this series; right now I want to discuss the Ajarn website.

If you want to move to Thailand, but aren’t an English teacher, this website still has a lot to offer. There are sections on the cost of living – some very detailed writing including the daily expenses for a month’s living by an expat in Thailand. There are sections on getting an apartment or a house and obtaining health insurance. There is a section on immigration and visas – very important topics for an expat. And, if you are an English teacher, or want to be one, there is the famous Ajarn job board. I found a job through there once, although in the end, I accepted a position that I found elsewhere.

For folks that want to live in Thailand, but don’t want to live in Bangkok, there is information about other regions of Thailand. And a big addition to this site is the Ajarn Writers section where you can read about the experiences of teachers in Thailand: sometimes they cover life issues of living in Thailand, other times they cover teaching issues. Some of the writers are quite good, and most of them are humorous.

So if you’re thinking of moving to Thailand, I’d recommend the Ajarn site along with the Stickman site. Once you’ve gone through both, you have a really good idea of what’s waiting for you if you move to Thailand.

Third in a Series on Moving Overseas: Bangkok, Thailand

2009-09-13T14:05:00.002+08:00

Thailand has always fascinated me. As a long-time expat in Asia, I’ve visited Thailand many times, although I’ve only explored the Bangkok and Chiang Mai areas of the country. Thailand has a huge expat population, many of which are employed in the English language teaching industry. But, Thailand also has a large number of Western retirees. Web sites and blogs on Thailand are numerous with varying quality.

One of the sites that I visit every week is StickmanBangkok.com. The website’s creator, Stickman, has been living and working in Bangkok since 1997. I’ve been following his website since 1999.

While one of the most popular sections on the website is Stick’s weekly column that is mostly about the “naughty nightlife” industry, there are sections on Living and Working in Bangkok, Thailand Visas, Teaching English in Bangkok, Travel in Thailand and more.

You can find specific and detailed information about food, renting an apartment, hiring household help, paying for utilities, local transportation, the Thai language, local culture, dealing with the police, the cost of living in Bangkok and a lot more. Just about anything that you need to get set up in Thailand is available here.

Stickman has been working as a teacher for many years, although he may have retired from that profession now. The section of the website on teaching English is filled with information for the new or potential teacher. If you are thinking of moving to Bangkok and securing a teaching position, you should definitely read this section.

So, if you’re thinking of moving to Thailand, part of your homework should be taking a look at Stickman’s site.