A journey around the world in somewhat more than 80 days, with the British born but global hearted nomad - Kirsten Anderson. Like fusion food, these stories and sagas from across the continents, combine various international flavours that will hit all of your senses and emotions... Updates are not to be missed!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

So this is work...

For those of you who don't already know that I spent a rather extended "holiday" in Thailand, it may come as a shock to hear that I in fact did do some "honest" work and got a few more strings to my bow.

It started off with some sales work in a rock climbing shop, which involved having to experience the whole kit and kaboodle in order to make me a bona-fide rep... Alas I had already admitted my fear of heights to bosses Suchard and Theep, but they were adament that I must feel the power of the mighty rock, in order to become at one with the world...

Ah yes, and that I did, as my squeals of "ok I'm up here, can I come down now", were blasted over the island by my foghorn, whilst I was at... hmm let me see, all of 2 metres... I was told that I at least had to make it to the first set of anchors and kiss them - which were around about 14 metres away... That's like 3 km for those of you who have no concept of metres... True.

When I finally kissed that blessed ring - and a splendid example of a ring if ever I saw one - I was amazed, I had made it! Only trouble was of course, I now had to get down! Fortunately and thanks to gravity, going down has always been much easier!!! No pun intended...

After the rock climbing experience, I realised that although I was doing OK sales, the time of year (low season) wasn't really conducive to great earnings, and thus I decided to look for different work, which landed me about 30kms south of Bangkok, in a school in the province of Samut Prakarn.

Now most of you who know me from back home, will be thinking now that I was the girl who at one time vowed NEVER to become a teacher... Yeah well, things change - and money gets tight!
A lot of the ferang (western) teachers had taken on jobs because they were low on cash. Sadly some of them were too interested in the money and ended up doing a real crappy jobs with the kids, which in turn made their lives more difficult. Fortunately, I loved it!

After a few months teaching 11-17 year olds, I returned south to the Islands of the Andaman Sea, where I took up my divemaster training and work! If ever there was a job in the world that you jumped out of bed for (most days anyway!), this was it!

Hopefully the photos throughout this site will show why!

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