Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Flooding?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Trip To Laos
Leah and I headed towards the border of Laos today, she had to renew her visa. We were greatly disappointed to find out we couldn't enter, unless we decided to pay 1,000 baht ($30). That was a big no, we couldn't afford it! But, she did get her paperwork done, which was the reason we were going to Laos. We took a car ride with PNi and PNa. They are so fun to be with. On the way back from the border, we stopped to eat at floating restaurant place. It was great fun!!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Dancing Shrimp
20 Can't be Right...
Friday, September 26, 2008
"They WILL be"
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My Thai Mother
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Random Exploration
Saturday, September 20, 2008
You are Different
Cucumbers On my Face!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hmmm, I just might vomit.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
When Life Gives you Lemons...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Want a Ride?
Movie Time
Sunday afternoon rolled around and we had some down time. Leah and I decided to go to the mall, so we took the sung-tow, a local taxi that is made out of a pick-up truck with benches in the back of it. When we arrived, we decided to see a movie. How cool would it be to see Bangkok Dangerous in Thailand? We thought it was pretty cool….
We bought our sodas, paid for our tickets and took a seat in the amazing theater. It reminded us of home and it was really exciting! We stood for a song dedicated to the King that plays right before the movie.
Finally the movie began, but there was something wrong: it was in Thai!! What?! We couldn’t believe it! But, it did make sense after we thought about it. It was filmed in Thailand and most of the actors were Thai, except for Nicolas Cage.
Even though we disappointed at first, it actually became kind of fun to watch a movie in another language. We couldn’t understand any of the words, but most of the time we could tell the mood by their facial expressions. We made it fun, thinking of what they could be saying, filling in the lines that they were saying.
The thing that didn’t really make sense was the ending. I have no idea how it all fit into the plot of the movie… maybe English would have helped a little, but it’s okay. I’ll watch it when I get home in June…
The Art of Spider Fighting
The equivalent of spider fighting in America is dog fighting. But, there are some major differences. Spider fighting is not illegal and the people involved could die if the spider is poisonous.
Every time Leah and I have caught our fellow church members, just the older men, playing with their spiders and making them fight, we cringe. They use a tiny stick to set the spiders on and let them go at it. It’s very tricky for the person holding the stick, they have to keep readjusting their hand positions because the spiders run back and forth on the stick. Sometimes the spiders are poisonous, and when they are, the person is in a lot of danger!
Even though I don’t like this fascination they have with this sport, I agreed to go with them the other night to catch their spiders. They drove until they came to a highway with lots of trees and meadows on either side. Then they got out and searched with little flashlights for spiders in their webs.
I didn’t realize how many spiders lived in the woods! They form their webs at night, and some of these giant webs held some pretty massive spiders. I hope I don’t ever have to walk in the woods at night…
Once they spot the spider, they get close to the web and then snatch the spider with their bare hands! Yikes!! Then, to keep the spider from moving around too much, they blow on it, which makes it curl up into a ball. Then they place it in little compartments that they create out of simple medicine boxes like Benadryl.
It was a funny scene: a large group of people parked along a highway road, running their flashlights through trees. Some people pulled over and asked us what we were doing. It did look fishy… In America, a cop would have probably thought we were drunk! Or doing drugs or hiding a dead body…. But no, we were simply looking for spiders.
Festivities of Thailand

Today was fun! Joy, a lady of the church, took us to see her school’s sports day. It is equivalent to our track and field day. But, it is much more festive. People are dancing, very provocatively, to American music!! It’s very funny to watch, I don’t think they know what the lyrics are to the songs…
As I was seated in under the tent, I became very aware of my surroundings. Everyone under the tent was staring at me!! This is not unusual; I’m always stared at because of my white skin. But I felt like a queen. They brought me coffee and a muffin. People tried to make my experience wonderful, which is funny because I was only watching a field!! But, never the less, I enjoyed it.
First, there was lots of dancing. It was funny to watch the different teams compete. One team was a group of gay men. They actually won the award for dancing. All I could do was stare. These men were not afraid to expose themselves or show their best moves! They were in the skimpiest clothes, very short shorts and tube tops. The tube tops kept coming down as they threw their bodies into motions. It was very funny, they had to keep pulling up their tops, and acting as if it was a part of their routine.
It was exciting to watch the races. All of the students there participated in much practiced cheers. Everyone looked great, even the provocative men. It really put to shame all of my high school track and field experiences. Never have I seen such team spirit and excitement!
Darkness Falls
Huge yellow lights fill the trees like home at Christmas time, couples fill every bench next the moat surrounding the park, intense basketball games rage on, and unfamiliar sports are played. We order our ice-cold pineapple smoothies at the nearest vendor and take a stroll around the park. The fountains display a fantastic show; they look beautiful against the green spotlight.
We sit down to rest a bit. The people in front of us are practicing their break dancing. I become surprised that they don’t break their necks! Off in the distance people are sitting in the grass, enjoying the evening and painting their surroundings. They look at peace and content.
I hear English behind me. I turn around to see a wonderful feminine man counting the beat to salsa. His class of ten doesn’t seem to mind his English; they are all following his lead without a fault. I smile, and wish I could join, but know I would look like a fool. My eyes are drawn to the rapid motion of men kicking a small ball over a high net. The sport is unfamiliar to me; it looks like a mix of volleyball and hackey-sack.
As I leave, and walk back into the darkness of the lonely streets leading back to my home, I’m not too sad. I know that we’ll be back soon and that the unfamiliar sights and sounds will soon become homey and very, very familiar.