audio credo

Long Time Coming

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:23:28 +0700

So it's been a looooooooooong time since I've written on here. I was trying to change over to a different website. Vox has somethings that are problematic) but I never finished that.

Here's a short paragraph I wrote that each of the interns wrote up for the Project 153 newsletter and I've also put up a lot of pictures on my Flicr site.

It's hard to believe I've spent nearly a whole semester on the other side of the world from everything I've ever known. Time has certainly flown by, but what's even harder for me to believe is how much Thailand feels like home
now. I find myself automatically going to the passenger side of a car to drive it. I think certain things in Thai. When we took a trip to Cambodia last month (where they use US dollars) I found myself needing to calculate how much things cost in Thai baht. I think the biggest thing that has helped produce this feeling of home and love for Thai culture has been the sense of family at the various churches. I'm excited about all that the Lord is teaching me and I know that if there's only one thing I take away from Thailand it will be the relationships I have with all the people here in Chiang Mai. My Thai family.

Blessings.

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passa thai: lesson #5

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:27:43 +0700

so I've been a little behind on the posting, kawtotkrap. to make up for it i'll give you a double lesson. The last passa thai post (lesson #4) i told you how to apologize in thai and i told you i would tell you how most people would respond if they forgave you. the second part although i don't have a picture of how you speel it or and audio clip is how you would respond to someone how said khopkhun krap\kha (thank you).

Maipenrai

"mai pen rai" is the first term. it's actually used for more than just when some one says they are sorry. basically it means "it's ok", "never mind", "don't worry about it", and "that's alright". so if you are talking to a thai person trying to use thai and they just can't understand you with your funny accent then you can just tell them "mai pen rai krap/kha" and smile.

the second phrase i'll teach you today is how you say you're welcome. it's pretty easy so it should be able to pick it up with out the audio. "yin dee krap/kha" (or "yendee krap/kha"). for some reason i don't hear this one as much but keep it in mind because it's good to always be polite.

enjoy your week.

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mountain trip: (part 4) waterfalls and superstars

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 23:43:13 +0700

our team took a trip to the mae hong son, a small village in the mountains of northern thailand, to put on an english camp for the local children. it's been a long wait (seriously all of this happened like a month ago, my apologizes) but it's finally here, the conclusion of our trip. we've finished the english camp part of the program and now the kids are going to take us to a nearby water fall.

after we changed clothes the children led us down the road out of town, across a small bridge, along cow paths through dried out rice fields to a trail that made its way along a small stream. the scenery really brought me back to my time exploring the woods of middle tenessee (only a bit more bamboo this time and small thai children leading the way instead of my cousins). eventually we came to a waterfall and spent a few hours swimming in the cold water, drew, tum, and i jumping of the rocks to show how brave we were. again i was amazed by the beauty that just seemed to be so typical in thailand. it’s like a story i heard once (maybe from traci wilson) about a foreigner who came to america and was so shocked that every restaurant had sugar on the table and not only that but it was free! where he came from sugar was a delicacy, a special treat usually only enjoyed by the wealthy and here we offer it at no cost in every eating establishment. it’s expected. the norm. that’s how it is for me and this country everything is so beautiful or so exotic that i’m afraid i’ll go back to the states and be depressed by my environs. (i don’t really think that, but it is helping me to see how fortunate i am and how great our god is. i hope that this is something that will be carried with me even after my time here)

after the waterfall we trailed back to the village for dinner with the families we would all be staying with. a few of the kids stopped to climb a tree for some fruit (i can’t remember the name now but its thin brown pods with a thin hard shell and orangish-sourish-gummyish fruit) and they shared it with us. dinner was nice and after we had arranged our sleeping areas we headed back to the school to put on a show for the towns people. now skit shows are no stranger to a former afcer (woah i just said “former” weird), but doing them as foreigners on the other side of the world in front a large group of people none of whom understand much english is a little different of a challenge. so i was kind of nervous on how this would pan out. we stuck with some of the basics that we thought would be entertaining and tried to focus on things that didn’t require the dialogue to carry it. however the real gem of the performance was a skit that i had never done before (i hadn’t even seen it done or heard anyone describe it). it was called the princess skit. basically it has five characters in it all of whom are played by drew and myself (on a side note we’ve actually added a 6^th character which we’ve yet to reveal to anyone. fun stuff). the basic idea is that a knight (drew) comes to a castle to ask for a princess’s hand in marriage. the butler (myself) informs the knight that he will tell the king (drew) who in turn must tell the queen (me again) who then goes to the princess herself (drew) to ask for her answer. essentially the skit is the two of us running around changing into different costumes and doing different voices. we had old women rolling in the aisles. one lady in particular loved drew and kept requesting that he go up and do more things (like sing). so we finally gave in (and by that i mean he dragged me up with him) and we did an interpretive dance while three of the other guys sang and played guitar. i’m pretty sure we clearly communicated at least one thing, we are insane. so that’s how we became superstars in a small northern thai village.

we retired for the night after a short post-show devo and woke up the next morning for church. we had church on the same little platform we had entertained on the night before. it was awesome. after services we said our goodbyes and made our way back down the mountain to mae hong son. robert ended up not traveling back to chiang mai with us because he felt ill (actually he was just starting to have another flare up of pancreatitis, not pretty at all. it gave us all a pretty big scare and he is still kind of recovering from it. ) the bus ride was a lot better in the day time but seemed just as long. that fact was not helped by the fact that we had a random one hour stop at some town along the way. (this was actually a very bad stop. i decided i would walk around instead of hang with the group by the bus. you know stretch the legs see the sights. i ended up stopping at a street vendor lady and ordering to items wrapped in leaves. i knew from a previous meal on the trip that they were a kind of desert rice thing. i ate both of them and a sleeve of strawberry icing oreos… ya i’d never heard of them either… before getting back on the bus. i got really sick and the thought of the sweet custardish rice things still makes me queasy… no joke i’m stopping writing right now)

wow that was a longer break than i meant it to be (about a week…. yikes) never the less our trip was a very inspiring one. i think after we got back a really began to start to find my groove here, to at home. since then there has been a lot going on; more trips and english camps, lessons in thai and classes in english, learning to drive better and get around the city, parties, preaching, equipping times, and planning for our big trip to cambodia coming up in march. i’ll do my best to catch everyone up on everything. God bless you all and thanks for continuing to read my words.

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passa thai: lesson #4

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:29:44 +0700

so as a farang you might make a lot of mistakes and insult people and the like because you don't really know the culture. for example in america it's alright if you step on a coin to stop it rolling or toss money on the table to give it to someone or even point at something with your foot if your hands are full but here all those thing will cause people to stare (or maybe even mutter under their breath). not to worry, i'm here to teach you how to say that you are sorry in thai. it goes like this khaw toht [polite particle] (spoken example: male female).

Kawtot

i was told this literally means something like "please give me punishment" and it's used like "excuse me" or "pardon me". this means it is also commonly used to interrupt or get someones attention. so if you really screw up you might want to say more than just excuse me you can say chan (or dechan for girls and pom for guys) sia jai. chan is the genderless "i" and sia i think means something like damaged and jai is heart. so "i damaged-heart" might be a better way of saying sorry if the offense is a serious one. remember the thais are very friendly and for the most part very forgiving of foreigners mistakes. well i hope you learned something and next week i'll tell you one response you are likely to hear when you say khaw toht.

side note: remember again thai is tonal. so for this phrase it's important to not make the tot or toht too short. if you do the thais will probably start to snicker. i think the female audio clip is a little better than the male for this reason,

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passa thai: lesson #3

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 08:51:45 +0700

i'm a little late with your thai lesson this week but here it is. i thought this week to make up for my tardiness i'd give you a bit longer of phrase to learn. actually it's two phrases, a question and an answer. you have already learned to how to say hello. now i'll teach you how to ask "how are you?" as well as the common answer "i'm well". here's the whole phrase then i'll break it down to each word. sabai dee mai [krap/kha] (note: both audio links have the word "kun" which means "you" but it is not often said since it is understood).

Sabaideemai

first off you should already recognize dee from the greeting sawatdee. it means good or well. sabai in this case basically means "to be" and the last word mai is what makes the phrase interrogative (a question). the reply therefore is quite simple once you get the question down. all you do is simply repeat the phrase but leave off the mai. so men would say sabai dee krap and women would say sabai dee kha. this is actually pretty common in the thai language. if a question is asked to affirm the answer you simply repeat the verb and leave off the mai. as another bonus to negate the question or respond with a no you simply repeat the verb with mai in the front. in this case the mai is the word for not or when used by itself just "no" (ie mai sabai dee means not doing well). have a nice week.

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mountain trip: (part 3) the cow says, "maw?"

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 14:04:50 +0700

our team took a trip to the mae hong son, a small village in the mountains of northern thailand, to put on an english camp for the local children. i’ve been really busy but here is the long awaited part three of our story in a multi-post series telling about our trip and the things we did. we've just arrived at the guard post were we left the truck as we took boat rides up and down a small river in northern thailand to visit a few villages.

loading into the back of the truck again we headed further up the mountain. eventually we came to a temple. monks with shaved heads and orange robes roamed around as temple goers offered incense. we did what tourist do best.... took pictures. this time i didn't feel like a dirty tourist though. the peacefulness of the place gave off a calm quite disposition that left one in a good state of mind to appreciate the beauty of the mountains and the town nestled in the valley far below. my third cornetto of the day probably added to my harmonious mood. (ice cream is good for peace and quiet joy. the world would be a better place if ice cream was more plentiful… at least it wouldn’t hurt.) it was strange to be in the face of another religion in such a real way. looking back it leads me to think about how other religions or non-religious people see christians. what do they see? i saw people carrying out rituals, nothing too strange there. burning incense. offering a silent prayer to something unseen. is that what others see when they look at christians? waking up early on sundays. singing songs. praying. ceremonies. traditions. customs. rituals. is there not something deeper? i believe there is. do others see it though? interesting thoughts. we just took pictures.

that night we slept in a hotel owned by jenny’s parents called ban farang (“honkie house”?, if i haven’t yet explained farang or falang let me do so. farang is the name of a guava i think. it’s a white guava so it also refers white foreigners. so it’s kind of like saying honkie or cracker… but in kind of a nice way.) we slept well that night, (but not without get my fourth cornetto of the day) our first true full rest since the bus ride. we woke early to travel to the village we were having the camp at. the road this time was possibly more winding than the bus trip (although more upward than rollercoaster-esque) but it was during the day and not packed into a bus seat. the road slowly went from paved to paved and overgrown to dirt and then all of a sudden we stopped. rains had washed the road out in some parts and a truck was stuck in one of the grooves carved out by the rain. the driver of our rot dang (reminder: “red auto”, the taxis of thailand) was very protective of his vehicle. not peculiar due to the care it looked like he had put into it but definitely not the norm for professional drivers required to navigate the chaotic streets of this country. never the less he was not excited about the trip so far and although we thought he could bypass the automotive obstacle he was unwilling to budge until the owner had relocated the entrenched truck. this was not pleasing news since we were all anxious to get to the village and begin (we did have a schedule to uphold). eventually we were able to manhandle the small truck far enough over that our driver attempted to pass. we made it through but not without a small scrap on the canvas of his truck’s camper-top (oops).

our church had been to this village before but last time the town’s people did not have electricity. since that previous visit poles had been erected and power lines hung. despite this modern amenity the village still seemed quaint. we meet the student, all of them very shy, and started to play games and sing songs together. then came the whole teaching english part. we broke into four stations each of which would teach different words and had a different game for the kids to play. adelina (one of the one month interns) and i had a station that was to teach different types of animals. robert had told all of us that our goal was to help the kids become more comfortable around foreigners and help them to be more confident with english just as much as it was to actually teach then new words and phrases. after teaching each group about 15 english names for animals that group would then play a family feud style game of 5 on 5. there purpose of the game was for me to act/sound out the animal and then the first person to “slap” in and get the name correct earned their team a point (or vice versa I say the name and they had to act it out). some animals have obvious actions associated with them (ie a chicken or and elephant) other animals you have to rely more on the sounds they make (ie a pig’s snort, unless you want to roll around on the ground with your finger squishing your nose back). however, we found out before the camp that animals in thailand apparently don’t sound the same as they do in america. for instance a duck doesn’t say “quack-quack”, it says “gap-gap”. pigs don’t say “oink-oink” they say “oot-oot”. the rooster cries “ehkie-ehkie-ehk-ehk” and a cow say “maw”. (we actually heard a rooster while we were there and i tried to argue the point of cock-a-doodle-doo, but alas it was hopeless). the kids really seemed to enjoy themselves and before too long it was time to break for lunch.

during lunch we saw a small (albeit noisy) procession make its way past us as we dined. apparently, a wedding was coming up soon and the bride, lead by some music playing family members and half a large pig carried on a stick of bamboo between two men, was making her way to her husband-to-be’s house. quite a sight indeed. after we ate we played some more group games with the kids in the heat of the mid-day sun. the really cool part about it was that a lot of these things we had to come up with on the spot. it was a really nice way of having to work as a team and think on our feet. after games we took a short break before or next planned adventure. i’ll finish the story in my next post and tell all about the waterfall and how drew and i became superstars.

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passa thai: lesson #2

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 14:36:04 +0700

it's that time again. time for another weekly lesson teaching the thai language. this week i figured you should learn one of the very first things i learned to say, "thank you". this is another good phrase to know because like i mentioned before the thai people are very kind and welcoming so it's good to know how to be polite. once again english phonetics can vary but thank you in thai is khop kun.

Khopkun

the way i remembered words sometimes is through association. for thank you just remember cops and robbers. well robbers is a stretch but raccoons look like little furry crooks and if you're from the deep south those shadowy eyed creatures are called coons. so next time you want to say thank you in thai just say cop coon. dont for get to add the polite particle. men would say khop kun krap and women would say khop kun ka. and remember thai is a tonal language so be sure to click the links to hear the phrase spoken. check back net thursday for another phrase

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mountain trip: (part 2) prisoners for Him

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 00:27:26 +0700

our team took a trip to the mae hong son, a small village in the mountains of northern thailand, to put on an english camp for the local children. this is the second part of our story in a multi-post series telling about our trip and the things we did. it’s early friday morning after a long overnight trip up the mountain roads and we've just unloaded ourselves off of a tiny bus into the darkness of the morning at a place that they told me was supposed to be a bus station.

we're all tired, not many of us got rest, but i am in high spirits because of the amusing events on the ride up to the mountains. i learn that jenny's uncle will be picking us up after his shift... which seems to be not for another 4 hours or so. well, we have some time so we start walking. i think we were going to go stay at a temple and just grab some shut eye for a bit but that plan failed some how. i wasn't asking too many questions, but i do know that after we walked a few blocks one direction we turned around and headed the other way. eventually we cam to a police station. jenny's uncle was a police officer and instead of waiting for him we decided to go meet him. anyway short story even shorter, we spent the night at the prison (no not in the cells... although i kind of thought that would have made for a cooler story). i unsuccessfully did my best to catch some z's. i was too lazy to dig out my thermarest so i just leaned against my pack and listened to my ipod. a few short hours later we rose to go eat breakfast with jenny's uncle at a shop in a near by market area. it was soup of some kind that's all i really remember. then robert told us to look around and buy some food for lunch since we wouldn't have it provided for us in the village we were going to. no problem right? well, this wasn't quite your local h.e.b. it was kind of nerve racking knowing that i had to find my lunch in a foreign market place, not knowing the language or half the things being sold. if i chose to play it safe and just grab a light snack then i'd have to go a whole day on the mystery soup of the morning and the cornetto i bought for the bus ride. drew and i browsed the narrow aisles of venders looking sheepishly at their wares. we bought some fruit and meet up with the rest of the group who was buying some fried chicken and sticky rice. getting some for ourselves we headed back to the police station. we packed all of our bags and our persons into the small pick up belonging to jenny's uncle and took off for the first village.

driving up the mountain roads in the crisp morning air was a good refreshment for one on so little sleep. we came to a place where the road ran along a river and stopped at what seemed to be a guard post (apparently we were spitting distance from the burmese boarder). we could go no further by truck because the road a long been washed out by the river it followed. so we made our way down a slope and hopped in a long-tail boat. the river ride was even more scenic than the truck ride had been and we were all wide-eyed as we cruised past the abundance of greenery. reaching a small sandy shore we unloaded our supplies and walked a short distance to the village. jenny's uncle, our ambassador of sorts, led us to the small school. it reminded me of stories my mom had told me of her early education in buffalo valley, tennessee. there were about 20 students probably from the ages of 6 to 15 all taught by the same teacher in a one or two room building with a large open area in front. the kids were very shy and spoke hardly any english, but we started to play games with them, doing our best to explain the concepts with our fellow thais as translators. this was were i felt more at home playing with kids comes more natural to me than befriending college students. we ran around and had some fun and then we passed out gifts for the children and their families. afterwards, we had our market meal at one of the houses and most of us ended up taking a nap to make up for the bus ride.

after we were well feed and well rested we made our way out of the village back to the boat. traveling on we made our way to one of the long neck villages. it was pretty cool to see in person a culture that most only see on the discovery channel or the travel channel, but i felt like too much of a tourist. i don't like feeling like a tourist. i'm pretty sure that if you came up to me and said, "hey john, (or marty... or any other of my many names) you're such a tourist.", i would take offense. it may sound odd, but my mom knows how much i hated doing touristy things on our family outings. she thought it was me just trying to be cool and not be seen with my parents but it was more about not liking tourist. now i am all about traveling to interesting places which is what one might say a tourist does, but there's a difference between being a "tourist" and traveler. tourist are pretentious and ethnocentric. they are demanding and inconsiderate. basically their existence continually increases the cultural divides that cause problems in our world. ok ok that last part may be stretching it but let's just say that to me tourist is a four letter word...erm... with "ist" on the end. anyway our trip to the long neck village was exciting but it did kind of put an itch in me so i wasn't saddened that it was somewhat short lived. as we cruised along in the long-tail boat back to the truck at the guard post my mind drifted to other things. it had already been an exciting day, but it wasn't over yet. we still had a temple to go to and i had more cornettos to eat.

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mountain trip: (part 1) the long bus ride

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 01:32:13 +0700

our team took a trip to the mae hong son, a small village in the mountains of northern thailand, to put on an english camp for the local children. this is the first of a multi-post series telling about our trip and the things we did. it’s thursday night right after cell group and we are all packed into the back of the joaw ford scrambling to get to the bus station. we barely make it and as we file on to the small bus everyone stares.

ok so we were on this bus ride up to the mountains. it was eight hours long in this little cramped seat that was not exactly what i call sleep friendly. this was an overnight bus ride by the way (8pm-4am). adding insult to injury the road up to the mountains was a combination of the road to camp of the hills and a roller-coaster. anyway drew and i were crammed in this two seat row, knees squeezed behind the chair and he's not feeling well either. eventually some people get off (did i mention we were constantly starting and stopping), so i moved to a three seat row with one other thai guy to let drew stretch out some (however, one stop later a thai guy, possibly drunk, sat next to him in the spot i moved from). the funny part though is that the thai guy (let's call him bob) that was next to me pulled down his bag and put it in the window seat. so i'm in the aisle seat, bob's in the middle, and his bag is in the far seat. smart move for bob, he could now protect his bag and use it to support him as he slept... nope. bob fell asleep alright, but he did so on me. at first it was no biggie. he just did the kind of leaning thing, which i could ignore. then his head dropped to my shoulder. i couldn't take it anymore. it was too funny. i had to show julie who was on the other side of the aisle from me. she started to crack up. this of course led me to start to snicker... but i didn't want to wake bob up for fear of being rude and making things awkward. i couldn't help it. my shoulders started to bounce as i tried to constrain my laughter. then i let it slip, a shoulder heaving chuckle. bob jolted. still trying to hold in laughter i stared straight ahead hoping he would just readjust himself towards his bag and go back to sleep. bob did go back to sleep (almost immediately) but he forgot to lean on his bag. within minutes bob was snuggling up to me again, head drooping on my shoulder. i mustered all my strength to hold in the laughter, hoping i could use the insane curves to gently push bob back towards his bag. no luck. somehow we seemed to be making only right hand turns... i couldn't help it. i tried, really i did, but all my compressed laughter shifted from my mouth and my gut to my shoulders. uncontrollably they began to gyrate up and down at the speed of laughter. bob's head bounced up from the shoulder blow.

now before i continue there are two things i need to paint clearly in your mind. first off, i have very bony shoulders. i mean seriously whatever those two long skinny bones that go across your chest are called they basically come out to make spikes on the place that bob's temples were resting. secondly, this may be unknown to those who have not had a class with a cadet from the corp at texas a&m university but there is a strange phenomena that happens sometimes when someone is sleep deprived but forced to sit upright. i don't know the medical term for it but basically as the head starts to drift slowly downward it picks up speed due to the increased torque provided by the direction of gravity and the increasing angle of the neck. at a given point the pull becomes too great and tension forces suddenly fail. for the unconscious sleeper this means a rapid downward jerk. the spike in acceleration instantly wakes up the body and allows for a last instant recovery flinging the head back upwards, allowing renewed vertical repositioning. unfortunately this instantaneous jolt of down and up motion is not able to revive the sleeper longer than a few seconds so the process repeats. the resulting effect is a human bobble head. (now that i think about it that might be the scientific term "bobble-head syndrome". on a side note this is made even more hilarious when the sleeping corp member is in a chair that has a bending back. imagine a backwards bobble-"upper body" effect on the front row of class as a professor is giving a lecture.)

but now back to bob. so out of some freak coincidence the frequency of my shoulder gyrations and bob's... bobbling matched perfectly with a 180 degree phase shift. in other words my shoulder would spike bob's head up in the air and as his head went up my shoulder would go down and as his head came back down my shoulder would be heaving up to meet his head. this probably happened a handful of times but the utter ridiculousness of it made it seem like it lasted for a good minute. eventually the blunt trauma was enough to wake bob up to slightly reposition as i continued to hold in my laughter (i assumed it wasn't polite to laugh uproariously on a bus full of sleeping thais). then the spinning cogs in my mind came to a brilliant conclusion. how could i solve the problem of bob's bobbling? i would just lean forward slightly, resting my head on the back of the seat in front of me and then as he slid my direction on the next big curve nothing would be there to catch him and he would be forced to come up with a less socially awkward sleeping arrangement. i don't know if the curve was just not big enough or if the muscles in bob's slumbering body were just strong enough to resist the forces, but the quick slide into nothingness plan i had devised was less than successful. instead bob had gently drifted from a mostly upright position to a mostly prone position behind me. that's right my plan to avoid an uncomfortable situation resulted in a short thai man lounging across my back at 3 in the morning in a dark bus with the top of his head just barely peaking into the aisle. i signaled julie again and she almost died. at this point my laughter was quelled by the total unease i felt. bob eventually woke up, but didn't say anything to me. we both just pretended nothing had happened. i knew that i was called to be a bridge and a magnet to the thai people but i didn’t expect that role to be played out so… literally. and that is how our trip to the mountains started.

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playing catchup where they only have tomato sauce

nobody@vox.com(John Kaczmarek) — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:22:45 +0700

so my apologies for such a delay in posting any updates but i was sick for a short time after our group's trip to the mountains last weekend. to catch everyone up to speed i'm just going to quickly cover some of the cool things we've done since my last update and i'm working on putting some more pictures on my new flickr account (i think i've reached some kind of limit on vox).

two sundays ago now we went to walking street which happens every sunday. basically, they close down a huge section of streets and the whole place becomes a big market. i mentioned before seeing more amazing things that i could have thought possible. well walking street probably doubled that. a few people were handing out flyers for muay thai fights for monday night. that peaked the interest of the three of us so monday (our day off) at night we got a rot dang (“auto red” i think, basically the taxis of thailand) to take us to the place on the flyer. we didn’t really know what to expect, but julie said she had heard that if you sat on the front row there was a chance you might get blood on you. yikes! we were seated (ya on the front row) and we ordered cokes and we waited, wide-eyed and curious. the listing said there would be a total of nine fights! we were almost mortified when small kids no more than 8 or 9 were led to the ring. don’t worry the matches were friendly (like sparring in karate). the combatants slowly got older and older and the fights got more heated. the big fight was supposed to be spain vs. thailand, but it was a huge let down compared to some of the other fights (spain won easily and we were rooting for thailand). the most awesome part of the whole night was when three guys entered the ring and were then blindfolded. as the bell rang the three of them bolted up and started swinging wildly. it was more of a comedy routine with the three fighters bumbling around like clowns, the referee getting attacked several times and then pushing the blind opponents into each other. i got the whole thing on video and i’ll try to post it if i can. afterwards the three fighters went around getting tips from the crowd. all in all it was a fun night.

one other really cool thing was that we met two brits while at the fights and they told us they were rock climbing at places all across southeast asia. the next day robert took us on a “mystery” equipping trip. we went to a place called crazy horse and guess who we met there? our two new friends from mother england, climbing. we said ‘allo again and then went on exploring some caves that robert showed us. one place we climbed down into was quite dark. robert lit a lighter and showed us the four walls and then told us to find the other way out as he extinguished the light. it took the whole team searching but we finally found a huge opening that lead to a grand room with a small hole in the roof about 100-200 feet above us. (it turns out one of the “walls” was only from the waist up) the place where we did our equipping time was called (and get this) anxiety state crisis. after a gut churning climb up a small cliff we came into a beautiful cave with a large opening with early morning light flooding in. again beauty surpassing my ability to describe (just wait for the pictures) and this is where we did our morning study.

the last exciting thing that has been happening is that julie and i are learning to drive the joaw ford. i love driving in thailand. left side of the road, driving a standard, shifting with the left hand, no power-steering, in a place where traffic laws are more like guidelines. i wish americans drove like they drive in chiang mai. let’s just say space is used efficiently. :-P

that’s all i have for now i’ll get pictures up asap and be checking back soon for a multipart report of our trip to mae hong sorn.

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