
In the tuk tuk for our night tour

the night tour

A mama and her baby who is only about 20 days old - so cute!

Kat and Emily at the temple of the three kings

Kat and Emily at Wat Mahathat
A journey through the adventure we call life: joys, sorrows, experiences, feelings and life as one woman sees it. The older posts were written as a Peace Corps volunteer in Thailand. The ideas and opinions expressed here are in no way representative the Peace Corps.

In the tuk tuk for our night tour

the night tour

A mama and her baby who is only about 20 days old - so cute!

Kat and Emily at the temple of the three kings

Kat and Emily at Wat Mahathat

Kat and Emily at Phi Mai Khumer ruins - about an hour from my town

The temple / palace

Emily and Kat at Phi Mai - the main temple

some carvings over a doorway
Going out in the boat, looking back at land
In the hotel pool with the sea in the background.

Emily and Kat at "The Beach"
Yesterday before we left the island, we "hiked" up to the viewpoint to see this marvelous vista.

The view from our room.

A quick dip in the pool.
However, the trip we went on to day was less than what we expected to say the least.
It started out alright. We left the island in a long tail boat.




This is us at the night market. Fun fun!
Monday we flew down to Krabi province. We have been soaking in the rays and enjoying the crystal blue/green waters and white sands. The beaches are absolutely gorgeous! It is heaven. We may never leave....
Monday through Wedednesday, we were on the mainland at Railey and Ton Sai beaches.

Kat and Emily at Railey West beach at sunset

The sunset

Kat at Pranang beach

Railey East as we took the boat to Koh Phi Phi (pictures to come)


Line B dances to the banana song.

AJ Wasana and the students introduce themselves.
After the big group, we had the rotations. I decided on an activity that I thought would be really fun and challenging for the students. The activity was called Sentence Story. It was an attempt at creative writing with the students. I divided them into pairs and gave each pair a picture.
(I am having trouble uploading more pictures....to come later)
There task was to write a story about the picture for three minutes. When the timer went off, they were to pass their picture/story to the next group who would add to the story for three minutes, then pass....and so on.
Dictionaries were used, but only very minimally helpful because this school (as most here) had only English to Thai. So, they had to know the English word before it was helpful.
I tried to pick entertaining pictures that would give them a good starting point for a story. We talked about how to go about writing the story. I reminded them to think about things that they could not actually see in the picture. What happened before? What happened after? The whos, whats, whens, wheres and WHYs of the people, thoughts and feelings involved.
I guess it had just never crossed my mind that Thai students do not, in the course of their education, learn to write from their imagination. They regurgitate. They don't create. The idea of a story simply stumped them. Granted, having the assignment in english certainly makes it more difficult, but I don't think it was the root of the difficulty. Here are some examples:






Last month I read the book Woman, An Intimate Geography. This has been the "hot" book being passed around between the female volunteers in Thailand recently. Though parts of it are a bit too overly feminist (in a preachy sort of way) for my taste, overall this is a very interesting book. Natalie Angier explores emotional, physical, sexual and anthropological sides of the human female. I learned a lot about my body and myself and developed some questions of my own. I"m not sure that I buy everything she presented (and it is about 6 years old at this point anyway) but it was a great read.
I am now in the middle of reading First They Killed My Father. Though the title initially made me hesitant to read this book, it is a valuable read. The author, Loung Ung was a child during the Khmer Rouge communist years in Cambodia. She was five years old and the 6th child of a wealthy family in Phnom Penh when everyone was forced out of the cities and into communist villages. This book describes her families trials and journeys through the years of the Khmer Rouge rule. She is an amazingly strong and resiliant woman. This has really increased my historical knowledge as well as given me an emotional association with all the terrors of that time. It is definately worth reading.
Lastly, I saw the World Trade Center movie in Bangkok this past weekend. I was a little nervous about seeing it, but I'm glad I did. I was happy that it was not politically charged, but rather a true telling of the stories of two of the NYC Police officers who went into the building and were trapped once it collapsed. I saw the movie with another volunteer (who is a native New Yorker) and we were both crying like crazy. However, I thought the movie was well done and I'm glad I saw it. The rest of the theatre was filled with Thais. I couldn't read how they felt afterwards, but I thought it was interensting that they saw the movie.