I need to put a few thoughts on my first impressions of Vietnam and of my new role at Eastern International University, Binh Duong. This is unashamedly personal, rather than professional, although I do mention my new job and my first feelings about being at Eastern International University in Binh Duong New City.
I flew out to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) on 31 October, with the intention of turning up at work on 1 November. This I did, briefly, just to sort out my documentation, which included everything apart from my police check, which hadn't arrived in time before I left the UK. The journey, at night, to my Hotel, the Thiên Hà, in Thủ Dầu Một was remarkable mostly for seeing the nightlife in Saigon for the first time, and the incredible number of motorbikes dominating the streets. The pre-arranged taxi driver stung me for an extra 100,000 dong, fitting with a pattern that I am used to whenever I have arrived in a new country. But jet lag dictates every time and my naivety won again. I was also concerned about not being able to withdraw money at the ATM from one bank card, and this was due to a stoppage, due to some (not really) unusual purchases on my journey. I managed to sort it out the next day, once I had rung the fraud section. I sorted out some photos at the same time as another new arrival, Tom Petty, at a local 'Kodak' shop, in the shadows of Becamex Tower. The photos which I had arranged in the UK did not have the sufficiently white background, but a very quick photoshopped, new portrait was conducted very cheaply. Becamex, by the way, are one of the biggest corporations in the area and involved in many things other than education. They will also be paying my wages.
On Tuesday, I went with Tom to the local hospital, for a health check, followed by a trip to HSBC to open a bank account, so that I could get paid (but not until December 15). The former was interesting to say the least, full to the rafters, complete with possible casualities of the war or traffic accidents. Laughably, for Tom and the accompanying assistant from EIU, I couldn't 'perform' the urine test, and had to drink copious amounts of water to pass the test. Some of the other tests were quite arbitrary and were not dissimilar to those I had to undertake when I first went to Beijing.
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First coffee, Cafe Sua Da, full of sugery condensed milk, was followed on Friday by a first taste of the somewhat basic canteen food at the university. Cheap offcuts of meat, something soupy and rice. Subsequent coffees were strong and black, Cafe Nam/Da, but still served with ice, both at the hotel and at the canteen. Dừa (cocunuts) were an additional recommendation.
I met up with Tom Baker (a colleague from KSA, Riyadh) later in the evening. Having stayed in the hotel for a whole year, he had just found a place to rent with 3 others. He had also had equipped himself with a motorbike, similar to many others at EIU. We tried some food at Tay Ho, which was a decent mix of shrimp soup and stir fried vegetables. I was also introduced to JD's - an expat hang-out, with familiar western style breakfasts, cheap double gin and tonics and quiz nights.
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On Friday night, my head was full of stories about EIU, but I put that to one side as I ventured back into Saigon for my first night, staying at the reasonably-priced Bi Saigon hotel off Pham Ngu Lao, in the backpacker friendly district 1, but first heading out with work colleagues to watch an amateur dramatic performance of the Rocky Horror (Picture) Show. The venue was the Bon Mua Restaurant on the banks of the river in District 2. A sterling effort, carried by the leads, with a impromptu appearance by a live bat just as Brad and Janet approached Frank-n-Furters Castle. This was followed by some dancing at The Hideaway, where a couple of guys from work did some DJ-ing.
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I was highly conscious of carrying my new Lumix camera and Blackberry. I later ditched the mobile in favour of a Nokia complete with local SIM card. I took an expensive but tasty thai lunch at a place opposite the Crazy Buffalo. Any culture shock which I was suffering from, was tempered by the number of foreigners wandering around District 1. The 616 bus back to Thủ Dầu Một, was convenient found parked in Pham Ngu Lao.
During the week I ate out at some local establishments - namely JD's, Billies, 'Quan Hai Phuong' (so-called 'Squid' restaurant), and Mi Xao Gion. All of these are within a stone's throw of the Thiên Ha. All of this was necessary to orientate myself to my new neighbourhood. The disorientation that I have been feeling since I got here, was compounded by being so dependant on others who seemingly have adapted to life here a lot quicker than I might imagine happening to myself. Being in a paid-for hotel, too, is a stop-gap, but in one week's time I have to start paying to be here, of which I talk about a bit more in a moment.
During induction, at EIU, on the Monday, I became completely overwhelmed, almost to the point of thinking I couldn't do it, and contemplating the next, convenient flight out of the country. Still quite jet lagged, my brain really wasn't functioning well and the extensive list of 'problems' associated with Vietnamese learners of English, didn't help. Nonetheless, I slept on it, landing myself a desk, if not a computer, which I inherited from a South African who had had to leave suddenly due to a death in his family. I also inherited his classes and found myself partnering a friendly and helpful British guy (pre-intermediate class) and his actual partner, an equally friendly Russian woman (elementary class). There are a high percentage of British language teachers in post, with a splattering of Americans, South Africans, Germans and Aussies. A remarkably high number had previously taught in Korea, while some have experience of the Middle East, like myself. I was encouraged by a conversation I had about Teacher Training Videos, run by my friend and former personal tutor, Russell Stannard, at Warwick. And I found myself using his site to introduce myself to Edmodo, a web tool being rolled out across the programme.
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It is certainly going to be a steep-learning curve, and it would do me well to stay away from the politics and get on and just focus on teaching my classes. All thoughts of being senior teacher have been quickly jettisoned in my mind, as I realised it would be difficult enough just to teach my daily four-hour classes (with 15 minute break). Although IELTS preparation is a big motivational factor here, I am less involved in that, teaching on the general English program. But I did offer the Collins IELTS books, which I won in Glasgow earlier this year, and these were gratefully received. My classes are a reasonably manageable 18 and 16 students respectfully, and despite the difficulties they face as learners, the big advantage is just how keen they are and willing to endure long class times. I was cheered up by the round of applause I got when I was introduced
to my pre-intermediate class on the day before I started teaching. I
think they were relieved to have a change of teacher, who had not been
recording what he had done from the extensive scheme of work. It was a great start, creating rapport and doing pronunciation,
followed by a decent second lesson. Keen, forgiving students who didn't
seem to notice that on Friday I was 'spent' - no energy other than to
teach straight from the book. Test and homework submitted, but complete
failure trying to get them to post a simple Mail Vu messgage on Edmodo. I flagged a little during my third lesson on the Friday, relying on the
book too much and wondering what the hell I was doing with them. But they 'warmed' to their weekly test and the instructions for a game of 'battleships' was received and acted upon much better than I expected.
The terms (or 'quarters') are 10 weeks long, during which time, in theory, the students progress from one level to the next, but in reality this is notoriously dificult. They are tested at the end of every level. In that sense, it was not dissimiliar to the situation I found myself in Beijing where there was an unrealistic expectations of how quickly the students could progress. The British Council advice on going up a level takes a minimum of 6 months, but we are expecting them to progress in a much shorter space of time, which doesn't happen. Luckily the manager of the general English programme is extremely knowledgable, helpful and willing to defend the teachers against the management of the institution if unrealistic progression is not forthcoming.
On my second Friday, and at the end of my first full week, I visited the Aroma Apartments, courtesy of an invitation from Andrea and her husband, Mark. I am now faced, although not imminently, with a choice of whether I stay in the hotel, which is restrictive, but conveniently situated in the heart of the city, and these wonderfully furnished and spacious apartments, complete with HD TV, which almost overlook EIU, but stand alone in massive field of soon to be developed land. The aim, I think, is to have 70,000 people living in Binh Duong New City, by 2020. If I decide the move there, then the purchase of a small motorbike will be needed in order to get back and forth to Thủ Dầu Một. The third option would be to rent a place and sign a Vietnamese tenancy agreement, but that would require maybe 2 or 3 more interested teachers, willing to do the same. The hotel is convenient for now, but will cost something approaching 450 dollars a month. The apartment is conveniently paid for by Becamex and I would only need to fork out for utilities. I could, however, shop and cook. The big question is whether I would feel isolated living there.
This morning (Saturday) I found a swimming pool, thanks to my partner teacher's directions. There I had an enjoyable swim, although I unwittingly drew the attention of lots of local kids, who were curious to know how I looked without my clothes on! I also undertook a shop at the Big C supermarket, successfully getting a taxi back to the hotel before catching up with Tom and the owner of JD's, Harry, teacher and proprietor of the aforementioned Bar & Grill. On Saturday night, I felt that I had finally arrived, just over one week after I actually did, with a trip into the city for a drink at May's Cafe and then a taxi back to the best restaurant I have found so far, Quan Hai Phuong. On the way back from there, I discovered a Korean restaurant, so that's the next place I have earmarked for an evening meal.
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