You get the feeling your trip is going to end when you get the urge to check the movies on your shown on your flight home. You also may just be craving a english dialogue movie. I guess both those apply to me.
Boy! It has been awhile since I updated this blog, once during Cam and My trip to Indonesia. Other than that silence. Which isn't too far from the truth. My internet options were limited since the school closure, (every once and awhile I had 2 or so minutes to check my email) and with school closed for the month Pha pang became an eery quiet. Kids went off to see their parents in Bangkok and Lampang. The rest stayed in their homes; I thought that this was just kids bored relaxing but the main reason kids stayed in doors.... they are scared of getting a dark. This fear has some historical backing though: the poorer classes used to (and still do) work in the fields all day, in turn becoming darker, the people of prestige fashioned their fair skin. It sounds kinda funny but when the suns out they put on long sleeves.
I rode my bicycle around town, up every back street, down every dead end, I got out to "the lake" and did a 5km loop around the village. I practiced a little vanity trying to get my weight down. I got down 1 kg. Then I stopped caring. I spent hours tracking down kids to talk to, and ended up downing 2.5 books in the 10 days I was here. That’s not to say I didn’t see anyone, I talked at length with some old friends. I went on an hour long bike ride wih my goofy friend Elf (ey yo), discussing all things school. I wouldn’t give up those conversations for anything because that change I was talking about 20 some odd days ago did come. I know that those moments will never happen again, those people will not be in the same place, same mood, same country as me for a long time. If ever again.
On a lighter note: The new term has started, late mornings have turned into early classes. Arworn told I looked tired and tat she would teach this week. That promise lasted about ¾’s through the first class. Eh. I didn’t mind. Kru Dom is out in the field with his buzzer giving the kids who “forgot” to cut their hair a stylish bald strip on the back of their head. He enjoys it, and I enjoy making fun of the guys afterwards.
“Pom La mak lui!” (Your hair is looking handsome!)
“Jing Jing!” (Sure is!) They take it in stride.
Boy! It has been awhile since I updated this blog, once during Cam and My trip to Indonesia. Other than that silence. Which isn't too far from the truth. My internet options were limited since the school closure, (every once and awhile I had 2 or so minutes to check my email) and with school closed for the month Pha pang became an eery quiet. Kids went off to see their parents in Bangkok and Lampang. The rest stayed in their homes; I thought that this was just kids bored relaxing but the main reason kids stayed in doors.... they are scared of getting a dark. This fear has some historical backing though: the poorer classes used to (and still do) work in the fields all day, in turn becoming darker, the people of prestige fashioned their fair skin. It sounds kinda funny but when the suns out they put on long sleeves.
I rode my bicycle around town, up every back street, down every dead end, I got out to "the lake" and did a 5km loop around the village. I practiced a little vanity trying to get my weight down. I got down 1 kg. Then I stopped caring. I spent hours tracking down kids to talk to, and ended up downing 2.5 books in the 10 days I was here. That’s not to say I didn’t see anyone, I talked at length with some old friends. I went on an hour long bike ride wih my goofy friend Elf (ey yo), discussing all things school. I wouldn’t give up those conversations for anything because that change I was talking about 20 some odd days ago did come. I know that those moments will never happen again, those people will not be in the same place, same mood, same country as me for a long time. If ever again.
On a lighter note: The new term has started, late mornings have turned into early classes. Arworn told I looked tired and tat she would teach this week. That promise lasted about ¾’s through the first class. Eh. I didn’t mind. Kru Dom is out in the field with his buzzer giving the kids who “forgot” to cut their hair a stylish bald strip on the back of their head. He enjoys it, and I enjoy making fun of the guys afterwards.
“Pom La mak lui!” (Your hair is looking handsome!)
“Jing Jing!” (Sure is!) They take it in stride.
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