hmm, okay so its been another week. i have now officially been here for 2 wks, and i'm pretty sure i'm waayyy past the so-called 'honeymoon phase'. as i'm rewinding my brain through the past week, let me stop at a few interesting points. note: for those uninterested in long stories, i suggest a skim or skipping this post.
Brilliant me decided on tuesday afternoon to go visit the 'tribal museum', as it was advertised as a good place to visit before any trekking trips in the northern hills of thailand were many hill tribes reside (hence the title tribal museum). as i'm heading off to the northern areas in about a

week, if all goes to plan (which it never does so no worries, i won't deceive myself). but the best part of planning i suppose is making the plans themselves, and then discovering how much more fun it is to throw the plans out the window and let some adventure lead you. anyways, b/c i'm heading north soon, i thought the tribal museum might be an amusing, if perhaps informational, place.

so as i walk down from my guesthouse, down the same little road with the myriad of mom and pop shops that i have walked at least twice a day every day, i signal a songthaew. a songthaew btw is a red truck, or what the thais like to call a red taxi, that u just hop in if the driver is going in the direction you need to go, paying about 20baht per ride. this is all well and good when the driver knows where you want to go, but my driver that morning had not a clue about any 'tribal museum'. "museum museum? ah okay" he says. i point on the map and even at the name in thai

to show him its not just any museum i want to go to. he looks a bit confused, but ever happy for a customer, and of course a
farang he might be able to charge a bit more from, he tells me to hop in. with some confusing pointing at the map and broken dialogue back and forth, he ultimately drops me off not about halfway to my destination, near the bus station and points me to a language center across the street, ha! okay so i was prepared for a little adventure of this sort, so laughingly i step out and head across the street to the language center, figuring it never hurts to ask. although the two students and teacher spoke english and were very helpful, they also were not quite sure how to help me, trying to teach me to say tribal museum in thai (something along the lines of
pitipichipak chao dong) so i could tell the driver. finally one of the kids says, why don't you call the museum and ask them for help? haha. okay, no luck there. i head back across the street and flag down another

songthaew, this one a white one which usually means the head out farther from Chiang Mai. I say tribal museum, he says okay, and i hop in the back. not 5 mins later (during which i had a glimpse of the thai perspective of gender and sexuality, i won't elaborate here) the driver hops down and signals for me to get out, we're here at C.M.! I'm thinking C.M., not quite familiar, but alright. C.M. is a big electronics shop as it turns out, and now i'm thinking i'd better just ask for directions on how to walk. inside a kind lady draws a map, and i walk in the heat for about 15 min., seeing a sign for Tribal Museum but no arrow. I walk into what looks like a big park, and decide to ask my 5th victim where the Tribal Museum is. She is a kind young lady who does not speak much english, but decides that she must walk me all the way there! This involved some short communication of names, where we're from, how hot it is, and that she really doesn't need to take me there, but that she really wants to. in the process we hop a fence

(well she slips through, i have to hop it, hehe), and walk past a large pond whose banks are lined completely full of dodgy platform huts on the water. by dodgy i mean they could have been perfectly legit and perhaps even cute lunch/snack venues, but for the mounds of beer and other alcoholic beverages, the loud crappy music and the curious absence of many women, making them more what i would call 'seedy pond-bars'.
anyways, long story, but i finally get to the small building they call the tribal museum whom actually no one knows anything, wander around semi-interested but also gaining only one good bit of information: the Shan are not considered an official ethnic tribe, and so there was no information on the them, and interestingly this i found out later, also makes them even more susceptible discrimination, and makes them fall in a large gray zone legally speaking. One organization i emailed, IJM, actually said they can't do anything for the Shan in Thailand because they do not have any proper legal status to work with, unlike other

ethnic tribes from Burma such as the Karen.
Well that was my tuesday adventure, and though slightly exhausting because of the heat (which is only get worse as thailand heads into the peak summer months), overall quite amusing.
Wednesday marked my date with Partners, a relief/development organization for the Burmese displaced people. Garnered a bit more info on what work they are doing with the Shan, which is only now really going into full swing, and is very much medically focused, and also more interestingly got some contacts with Shan people themselves. This happened by tagging along with a clothing drop-off at a rather vaguely named Sport Center supply point. Basically, this is a place where the Shan in Thailand are organizating supplies and funds for the IDP camps on the Thai-Burma border, and also where education for some of these camps is being spear-headed. Like I said, given the situation of many Shan in Thailand (and esp. recently with a migrant incident that caused uproar and deportation of many Shan), they are weary of questions and hard to contact, so this was a great opportunity to kind of get some 'insider connections'. I do however need to find a way to make these work for me without scaring them off.
One tid-bit of info i got that day that was interesting is that although the Shan don't receive much aid and fall under a difficult rights/policy situation, they do seem to be quite resourceful, are aware of their situation and try to be as self-reliant as possible in the midst of it. This, one lady suggested, in contrast to the other Burmese groups that are receiving a lot of aid and attention.
One thing i have a noticed as i read the newspaper here, hear from and read articles of the NGOs i have visited, and read some of the government's view on things, is that the situation of refugees and migrants in Thailand is sticky and unclear one. Every person involved sees it from one angle, and uses this angle to their own benefit. this is not to judge whether what they are doing or their intention is right or wrong, but rather to say that the picture of the Shan people here in Thailand and Burma is one painted in a variety of colors, textures and styles, invariably placed on the market to be sold to a target audience. i take nothing i hear for granted.
Thursday passed by with an afternoon of internet at a cafe, making phone calls for my upcoming trips etc., and trying to figure out more concretely how to set up some good interviews to get the information i need without offending, how i'm actually gonna approach the children, and so forth. from reports of others that work with the Shan, it all requires a nuanced approach.
Friday I met with a potential translater, a very willing young woman who because of university commitments and bad motion-sickness, might not work out so well. but we will see. she of course was trying to be enthusiastic, this being one of few opportunities for a job and practicing her english, which also happens to be her major at uni.
in the midst of all this, i have wandered chiang mai so more (i have discovered some great fruit stands, much to my delight!), switched to a better sunnier room, and have been taking things one day at a time. monday holds my first interview with a Shan migrant family here in Chiang Mai, and hopefully my last week in the city will be productive, will make more concrete my upcoming plans, and hold some good revelation on how to get good results for my research!
--> the pics: a songthaew, the mark on my hand from jumping the fence, the seedy pond-bars, and some interesting postings at the museum