The job doors are revolving quickly at the moment.
One door, the McJob, has closed. Get this – the head teacher told me they needed a more ‘fun’ atmosphere at the school.
Perhaps it might be an idea to put something – anything – up on the bare concrete walls of the classrooms cells? Posters? Alphabets? World maps?
Another idea might be to fix the equipment; The rooms contain only piece of equipment – apart from whiteboard – a monitor, which in at least one room is broken. The air-conditioners in the rooms either didn’t work, or were turned off. With the result that many of the kids were dozing off by the end of the 40-minute lesson.
I could go on, but it no doubt already sounds like Sour Grapes. Let’s just say I’m not upset at being told that I would no longer be required.
Opportunities and Knocks
Meanwhile, another few opportunities are there. A university teacher I met via Facebook who needs IETLS tuition. And a full-time job opening at a Nha Trang school whose door I’m knocking on.
Plus I’ve been peddling madly exploring the huge market for online teaching. I’ve had a few knock-backs, but also a couple of green lights. If I can make that work, it’d be ideal long-term.
Since this is my blog, consider this advance warning of blatant self-regard.
I do have an excuse, which is that the Nerdy Boy picture was used in a Facebook group job-seeking post. The other is just self-indulgence.
The group post did garner some interest. I’ve got two tentative offers from Can Tho, a city near HCMC, but inland, on a river.
The wages for both are OK, liveable, but near the bottom of the barrel, apparently. But, the city itself doesn’t appeal for the following reasons;
The climate , er , sucks. Average relative humidity of 84% ( versus 79% for Nha Trang ). That’s muggy. Which is bearable if it’s cool, but it isn’t.
It’s inland, on a river. Which from reliable reports is dirty and / or silty, and isn’t safe to swim in.
The variety of food on offer. I hear there are two choices. Noodles or rice, or rice or noodles.
I’m told by a Facebook contact that during his week or so there, people were often rude / bad-mannered. That’s something about Thailand I don’t miss.
So, I may be shooting myself in the foot, but for now, I’m stalling, and holding out for an offer from Nha Trang, or Da Nang. Both coastal cities with good climates and food.
Mr. Atlas up there
The full-body shot is from my apartment, in my typical about-town garb.
Many people habitually get about in shorts and a t-shirt, and it serves well enough.
It’s also a snapshot of the state of the carcass after months of almost no high-intensity exercise, for example, running.
For one, the ankle injury still hasn’t fully healed. It’s on its way.
And for two, it’s ferking hot.
Despite that, I’m hoping to attempt an Old-Man waterfront jog sometime in the next coupla three weeks.
I made a decision, albeit helped along by a thunderstorm which delayed plans to fly back to Da Nang.
The return trip was only in aid of retrieving a suitcase full of clothes. But then I got an offer too good to turn down.
That was for an apartment in Nha Trang – “just move in, sit out the storm, and worry about the ( reduced ) rent later.”
So once I confirmed the suitcase was safe, I scootered through the beginnings of the storm, and parked up. Below.
The Kindness of Strangers
The offer came from a very kind chap I befriended on Facebook, and whose parents owned said apartment.
So here I am for the next month, and happy about it.
Meeting the neighbour, an Aussie named Richard, looks to have confirmed it as a good choice . I chose Nha Trang for its climate, and beach, and the food, and Richard – off his own bat – had good things to say about all three.
A Three Dog Night is one so cold that three dogs have to be called into service as radiators.
They’re also that awful 70s covers band, but that’s another dismaying saga, and here we are concerned with my own.
Because last night, I had a Five Dog Night. It wasn’t cold, but the fiends performed in concert to make my night miserable.
A mysterious siren of some kind pulsed out its high pitch, acting as the perfect conductor, and excuse, to loose the hounds. Or more particularly, their vocal chords.
The pack kept up the aural assault from around 9pm to midnight, when blessed unconsciousness took me over. As if to properly scramble the nerves, every so often they threw in a teaser – a few minutes of silence.
I’d taken a punt, and branched out to the Hinterlands a bit.
The idea was to test whether an apartment going for a relatively cheap 4.5 million VND/month was going to be liveable. What with the Hounds, and the Trains, and the flimsy blanket, the answer was NO.
And all that discovery cost me was one shabby night’s sleep, and a few brain cells probably retired permanently.
I arrived in Nha Trang three days ago on a scouting mission.
I’m still here. I like it. Here’s why;
It has a spectacular beachfront. Maybe a similar length to Mount Maunganui, with some surf. Its cleaner than the DaNang beachfront, but still more littered than most New Zealand beaches. The difference is that the beachfront is developed, with walkways, exercise areas, motorcycle parking, etc.
There are a lot of foreigners here. Many Russians. That means that there’s an effort to cater for foreign tastes. Notably things like good olive oil, coconut cream, cheese, pate, olives.
It’s warm, but not roasting. Of course, it is autumn. Still a little too hot for me to spend hours outside, but bearable.
There are many locals who speak enough English to communicate with. With the help of some charades.
The scouting is for apartments and jobs. I think I may be getting quoted ‘foreigner prices’, but thus far it seems apartments are only a little cheaper than the much larger Da Nang. About 50% more expensive than Rayong, though.
So far no solid leads job-wise.
I plan to visit DaLat while I’m down here, staying one maybe two nights.
Whatever I finally decide city-wise, I left a packed suitcase at the Da Nang hotel, so I have to return there to collect it.