Kern is the author of the plays Hellcab
and Shakespeare Kung Fu. This travel story, which won a 2002 Lowell
Thomas Award, originally appeared in The Straits Times, Singapore's
national newspaper. Will is only the second guy we've invited to
post their travel story at Journeywoman.com. It may not be written
from a woman's point of view but it is an enchanting story that
we're sure every woman will love. Will writes...
Chiang Mai guesthouse has a sign on the bulletin board from the
local orphanage. Handwritten, the sign is obviously by a woman.
You can tell because the letters are all round and fat and there
are little flowers drawn here and there. There's a color photo of
a wide-eyed kid at the top, about two years old. The sign is asking
I'm an American, middle-aged,
a little closer to the grave than the cradle, divorced, no kids.
It's not that I don't like kids, because I do, so why don't I have
any? It just didn't work out that way. Truth be told, I'm not very
good with children.
But I feel sorry for them.
I remember childhood vividly and it was rough. So the sign says
they need somebody to "play with the babies," and that isn't going
to be me obviously, but maybe I can help out with painting or whatever
needs to be done around the place.
one understands me...
Viengping Orphanage is at the back of a large, walled complex
which includes the Boys' Home, an office and a hospice for
infants with HIV. I go into the office and say I want to volunteer.
No one understands me. They don't speak English.
I try explaining
that I am here to paint or whatever they need me to do. I
even swipe phantom brush strokes with an imaginary paintbrush,
but I'm not getting my point across. Finally a woman picks
out the words "volunteer" and "orphanage" and she says: "Mayuree
speak English. She teacher." So Mayuree is who I need to talk
to. They point the way.
I step into
the orphanage and see a woman, but when I ask if she's Mayuree
I am told: "She no here. She Bangkok." I say: "When will she
be back? I'm here to volunteer." She says: "Oh. You volunteer.
are all snot-nosed...
led upstairs. The woman opens a door, I follow. Suddenly I'm
standing at the threshold of a nursery. "You play with baby."
I look in at the kids.
"Um, um!" The woman puts her hand on my back and gives me
a gentle push, I trip two steps in. I look back at the door,
which is closing, then out at three Thai women and 13 Thai
"But but but..." The
kids see me and stumble over, arms outstretched. And so it's
me and the babies for an hour and a half.
Here's the deal about
playing with babies, at least at the Viengping Orphanage.
You don't need to keep them entertained. They just want to
touch you. I'm not here 30 seconds and I have three kids hanging
off my neck and one planting himself in my lap. And he's settling
in. He's not going anywhere.
Six girls, seven boys,
one- and two-year-olds, looking well-fed but all really starved
They are all snot-nosed,
huge gobs of the stuff running down or caked on their faces,
and they wear dirty baby clothes with smiling cartoon characters
peeking out from under unidentifiable splotches.
and cries and cries...
nursery is painted an off-white, the paint job slopped on,
and the Heroes Of Youth (Mickey, Pluto, et al) are on the
walls in jagged strokes, put there by an artist whose crude
handiwork pegs him as a former prison tattooist. The characters
are half-finished and uncolored, and I can only guess the
artist ran out of time or paint or inclination, or all three.
But these kids are a
very colorful cast of characters themselves, with very different
Happy is a two-year-old,
and nothing bothers him. He grins from the time I walk in
to the time I leave.
Big Ears, also two, is
a smart boy but a little mean, into the roughhouse even with
the little girls.
Saucer Eyes is a girl
of about one, fragile and a little lost, but she has the biggest
eyes you've ever seen in your life, eyes like an adult.
Monkey Head is somewhere
between an infant and a toddler. She has a big tuft of hair
shooting out of her forehead and I feel really sorry for her
because she cries and cries and she wanders around the room
and neither I nor the three Thai women can fix what is wrong
am I doing wrong?
of the Thai women speak English, so they can't tell me what
to do, and whatever it is I'm doing I must be doing it wrong.
Why can't I make Monkey Head stop crying?
I'm lucky because 15
minutes after I get here, another American comes in. Fifty-seven
years old, this guy is former LAPD and an ex-private detective
with the L.A. County prosecutor's office. Dale Douglas.
Retired now, he's come
to live in Chiang Mai with his 29-year-old Thai girlfriend.
He and I get along famously. This guy has grown children.
I'm confident now.
And of course he takes
Monkey Head and she stops crying.
Click here to see how Will makes out.