<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:38:33.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Far Side of the Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>Excerpts of my Life in Thailand</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-9210779743971045326</id><published>2009-10-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:54:49.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Per Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St10j3K1ReI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DXeYtGkI8_w/s1600-h/DSC06112+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St10j3K1ReI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DXeYtGkI8_w/s320/DSC06112+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went with Chuck and Krissie and Robin to visit a small church where Chuck was preaching and I was translating into Thai. It was a great experience. I translate regularly from Thai to English at my own church in Udon, which is difficult, but I just have to recognize the Thai words and then I can put them into a coherent English sentence pretty easily. But it's much different to translate from English to Thai, tons harder! It's much harder to come up with the Thai word from somewhere hidden deeply in my brain than to merely recognize the word. Chuck told me he would keep his message simple, but I still told him that I needed the outline in advancce. So, when he gave it to me he had kept it pretty simple. But there were still a few challenging parts - like acronyms.&amp;nbsp; Chuck said, "Do you know what Grace is? It's God's Riches at Christ's Expense". Well, needless to say that is not the definition in Thai, and at my 7th grade Thai level I had to dumb it down quite a bit. What I said was more like "Grace means that Christ died for us so that we can have a relationship with God". Not bad...you can get the basic idea! I joked with Chuck afterwards when everyone thanked him for his great message that although he thought he was preaching, I just said whatever I wanted to, especially when I didn't know how to translate what he said! Well, that's only partially true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Chuck and his wife Chrissy, along with the local pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St10qDIQdaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wVk968x1LJs/s1600-h/DSC06120+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St10qDIQdaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wVk968x1LJs/s320/DSC06120+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we had lunch at the church and the food was amazing! I love this about church in Thailand. First of all, every church service starts at 10:30 am. So, first of all I get to sleep in a bit on Sunday mornings, but also, when I go to visit different churches, I never have to struggle to remember when the service starts. Just show up at 10:30! The second great thing about Thai churches (at least rural churches) is that we have lunch together afterwards, every week! People just take turn cooking or bringing food. It's really an essential part of the church experience, it would so insulting or strange to the church if you didn't stay to eat. It's the relational aspect of Thai culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kitchen where the women cooked for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St1z-OXupNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oUlbfiedrm8/s1600-h/DSC06115+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St1z-OXupNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oUlbfiedrm8/s320/DSC06115+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Robin and I helped out too, making "som tam" - which is papaya salad, made from unripe papaya, lemon juice, garlic, chili peppers and (here's the hard part) rotten fish. It's a staple food in NE Thailand - eaten with sticky rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am mashing it up with a large mortar and pestal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St13wS08MPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C41kBFyGCVY/s1600-h/DSC06138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St13wS08MPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C41kBFyGCVY/s400/DSC06138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are sampling the hot peppers that we put in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St14vs05BtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1Iy4ox59yUI/s1600/DSC06145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/St14vs05BtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1Iy4ox59yUI/s320/DSC06145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, it was a really fun day. It was nice to meet this pastor - she has a real passion for her work. Her story is quite sad too. Originally her husband and her were both pastors of the church, and they'd been there for a couple of years when he died. She has continued to pastor the church by herself for the past few years. An amazing woman. 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It seems like the things I like the most - good chocolate, cheese, bread, olive oil....are the expensive things! But, courtesy of good ol' Betty Crocker - this recipe meets my chocolate needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 - 1/2 cup sugar (depending how sweet you want it)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 - 1/2 cocoa powder (more for dark chocolate taste)&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP (tablespoon) cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp (teaspoon) salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk (or soy milk)&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix sugar, cocoa, cornstarch, salt. Gradually stir in milk. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly until mixture thickens and boils. Boil and stir 1 minute. Stir 1/2 of hot mixture into egg yolks. Stir into hot mixture in saucepan. Boil and stir 1 minute, remove from heat. Stir in vanilla. Pour into 4 dessert dishes. Cover and refrigerate until chilled - about 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mine with less sugar and more cocoa and it was like dark chocolate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-131126819402243089?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/131126819402243089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=131126819402243089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/131126819402243089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/131126819402243089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate-pudding-recipe.html' title='Chocolate Pudding Recipe'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-1936208886423571750</id><published>2009-10-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:18:53.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQbIK8O02I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nXG9yfSJCy0/s1600-h/DSCN0028+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQbIK8O02I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nXG9yfSJCy0/s320/DSCN0028+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391964481059214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like it's sometimes rare to be able to say that....to have a day where I am just able to celebrate what God is doing without noticing all the apparent gaps or holes. Without focusing on what would have made it an even better day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Friday was a great day! We were able to walk through the transition from 7 years in prison to a new of freedom with Mo Lor, a quiet, sweet, faithful, consistent member of our women's group in the Nong Khai Prison. For the past couple of months she has known that October 9 would be her day to get out, and she has been reminding me and asking me to come and see her on that day. The 8th was our normal day to teach in the prison, and the women's group there put on a great celebration with food and soda and lots of singing to bless Mo Lor and send her off to start her new life. Women who had stopped coming to the group for various reasons, either they were working or had lost interest in studying with us, came back to the group for this special day. Mo Lor was smiling the whole time and it was a real joy to be able to affirm her and bless her for all the great things that we see in her, and to wish her well and pray for her as she heads back to her village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will return to live with her 6 children, in various stages of early adulthood and adulthood. Her husband has died, but I hope and pray for Mo Lor a life of rest, joy, and love with her children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 9th we weren't quite sure where to find her, we knew that she would transition from the prison into the holding cell at the local police station before entering into immigration and being transported back to her country. But, Louisa and I found the station easily and as soon as we walked in the door the guard was able to take us right to Mo Lor. She apparantly had been expecting us earlier and had continually asked the guards to check if her "farang" (western) friends had arrived yet and were wandering around outside lost and looking for her. I'm sure they were glad when we finally arrived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she's not showing it in this picture, Mo Lor smiled from ear to ear the whole time we were there. We had to leave her as she waited to go to immigration and hopefully has made it all the way back to her village by now. It'll be a little sad to go to the prison this week and not to meet Mo Lor, her quiet leadership has really held the group together, she has become a "mother" to many of the younger women and her peaceful spirit is very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she restarts her life....I pray that God will do above and beyond what we could hope for Mo Lor. Yes, Friday was a really, really, really great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-1936208886423571750?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1936208886423571750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=1936208886423571750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1936208886423571750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1936208886423571750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-day.html' title='A Great Day!'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQbIK8O02I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nXG9yfSJCy0/s72-c/DSCN0028+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-7870327335794641074</id><published>2009-10-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:04:21.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Office Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQYNU9MGOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sFpN_hw6yRo/s1600-h/new+office+manager+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQYNU9MGOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sFpN_hw6yRo/s320/new+office+manager+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391961271112046818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy more post its!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-7870327335794641074?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7870327335794641074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=7870327335794641074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7870327335794641074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7870327335794641074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-office-manager.html' title='New Office Manager'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/StQYNU9MGOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sFpN_hw6yRo/s72-c/new+office+manager+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-3148494728643040349</id><published>2009-09-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:06:34.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaics</title><content type='html'>When I lived in Philly- doing Mosaic artwork was my favorite (only) artistic past time. I brought some of my basic tools to Thailand and have been hunting for good mosaic supplies ever since...I've been able to find a lot of great plates and tiles here, but have not been able to find translucent glass. Here's some projects I've done recently with small amounts of glass I brought from the states and have been rationing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjUkHfu3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5h4cTj0tAmg/s1600-h/007+-+Copy+%283%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjUkHfu3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5h4cTj0tAmg/s320/007+-+Copy+%283%29+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384303296953432946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a work in progress, still needs to be grouted but I made it for my coworker Louisa for her birthday this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjUf5vaaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/35GS7jfbGQc/s1600-h/008+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjUf5vaaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/35GS7jfbGQc/s320/008+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384303295821998498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjiyR9RtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GO5Fe-sqSIs/s1600-h/010+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjiyR9RtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GO5Fe-sqSIs/s320/010+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384303541273577170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something new this past week....painting my own glass to be used in mosaics....I found the idea and the directions on this blogsite : http://abrokenart.blogspot.com/2009/06/hand-painted-glass-tutorial_5066.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a frame shop on Sunday to find a piece of regular cut glass, but the glass cutter wasn't in. Since I really, really wanted to do it that day, I ended up buying a large piece of glass and cutting it myself in my house ( I think next time I'll be more patient!). The painting technique involves making 3 different applications of paint, using 3 different colors - all applied in different squiggles and designs using your fingers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjlkesfHEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RM1MlY-ApOY/s1600-h/Mosaics+007+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjlkesfHEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RM1MlY-ApOY/s320/Mosaics+007+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305769399131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjljkjK3-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v26I7ROm5oM/s1600-h/Mosaics+002+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjljkjK3-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v26I7ROm5oM/s320/Mosaics+002+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305753790799842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures aren't great, but I think you get the idea. I was disappointed that I couldn't make the glass translucent, no matter how light I applied the paint, unless I left gaps. So, not sure if I"ll be able to use this glass for candleholders or not, I'll keep experimenting! I wanted to use waterbased paint, since I'm using my fingers to apply it....and I haven't been able to find any interesting paints yet, like metallic, which I think would add depth and texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't really like it, but I think it looks much more interesting when it's cut up. I'm trying to decide what colors to use to make this cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjmLVaHodI/AAAAAAAAARM/QoFELkNKlHI/s1600-h/Mosaics+005+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjmLVaHodI/AAAAAAAAARM/QoFELkNKlHI/s320/Mosaics+005+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384306436921074130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-3148494728643040349?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3148494728643040349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=3148494728643040349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3148494728643040349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3148494728643040349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/09/mosaics.html' title='Mosaics'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SrjjUkHfu3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5h4cTj0tAmg/s72-c/007+-+Copy+%283%29+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-2472667341968361466</id><published>2009-09-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:56:42.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Club</title><content type='html'>One thing I really miss about my old life in Philadelphia was just being involved in the everyday lives of the kids on the block. I haven't been able to establish the same kinds of relationships here in my own neighborhoods and it seems like most of my work is farther away. But recently I've been able to help out a bit with the Kid's Club that's run in the neighborhood of my church. There seem to be tons of kids just hanging out on the street, and Friday nights and Saturday mornings are opportunities for them to have a safe, loving place to hang out. They can study English, Bible, do arts and crafts, cook and play musical instruments (or bang on them really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny, but lately I've been teaching guitar. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Wow, I didn't know Deb played the guitar!" Well, I don't really, I'm barely a few steps ahead of these kids, and they are gaining fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our class picture (Is, the boy on the left is way to cool to smile with the rest of us!). Even though these kids can only play once a week, or every couple of weeks, (because they don't have their own guitars, but borrow from the English Center) they are actually doing pretty well. They are always eager to play.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClvAMPsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dqhl8M-1lG8/s1600-h/004+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClvAMPsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dqhl8M-1lG8/s320/004+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381241452050005698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClO5sGiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tVEv0FLZF9g/s1600-h/001+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I wonder where to spend my time, it's so easy to get involved in a lot of different activities. But I realized how important it is to these kids after I taught them guitar just one night. We had a great time, but then I was traveling and out of town and didn't see them for almost one month. One Sunday evening as I was leaving church 2 of the girls ran up to me and asked, "Teacher Deb, will you teach us guitar this week?" I figured that if they were still so eager after one month (I was surprised they even remembered my name!) that it was a pretty good activity for me to be involved in. Sort of one of the basic principles of community development "start with what people are excited about doing - that's the open door to seeing lasting change and growth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll find that as I spend time with these kids....I'm the one being changed the most along with way...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClO5sGiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tVEv0FLZF9g/s1600-h/001+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClO5sGiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tVEv0FLZF9g/s320/001+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381241443432798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-2472667341968361466?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2472667341968361466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=2472667341968361466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2472667341968361466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2472667341968361466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-club.html' title='Kid&apos;s Club'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4ClvAMPsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dqhl8M-1lG8/s72-c/004+-+Copy+%282%29+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-2821264572014530746</id><published>2009-09-14T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:38:02.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Wobbles....</title><content type='html'>Well, in order to help alleviate my sadness at losing my amazing housemate Stacy, I decided to get a cat. There's a great organization in Bangkok called "SCAD" (Soi cats and dogs) who take in strays and help them find good homes. So, I went there and immediately like Wobbles (so named because one of her back legs is completely paralyzed, she kind of drags herself around on her front legs). They found Wobbles stuck in a drainage grate outside the center, and thought that maybe she had been previously hit by a car. So, with a story like that, how could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's no longer a city cat, but now a country girl. She's only been here a week and is still pretty nervous, she hides most of the day and comes out more at night. But she'll get there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime Hideout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4AqnOwvcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ri9CDa8l6wg/s1600-h/Wobbles+Hiding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4AqnOwvcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ri9CDa8l6wg/s320/Wobbles+Hiding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239336839724482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime - she owns the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4AcfQSI8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/auzk6QBDFy4/s1600-h/wobbles+sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4AcfQSI8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/auzk6QBDFy4/s320/wobbles+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239094180455362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-2821264572014530746?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2821264572014530746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=2821264572014530746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2821264572014530746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2821264572014530746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-wobbles.html' title='Welcome Wobbles....'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Sq4AqnOwvcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ri9CDa8l6wg/s72-c/Wobbles+Hiding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-2993572947442270728</id><published>2009-08-13T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:56:14.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Trip with Stacy to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPULTIPQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UlZjxCZJHnU/s1600-h/171+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPULTIPQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UlZjxCZJHnU/s320/171+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369368471334240834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel was part of an old train station....beautiful, but we were a bit scared of the elevator, since the building was built in 1910.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great few days in Malaysia, with a good mix of Malaysian cultural things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPTtFE9hmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6IdLn32WDAA/s1600-h/136+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPTtFE9hmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6IdLn32WDAA/s320/136+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369367952166323810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like visiting the national forest reserve in the middle of the city. Louisa came with us too, she recently moved to Udon and joined our team. It's great to have her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPS4_AWrBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_VqCvHokzNo/s1600-h/175+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPS4_AWrBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_VqCvHokzNo/s320/175+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369367057183190034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eating authentic Indian food with our hands, on huge banana leaves instead of plates. It felt so authentic and no one spoke English except the manager, who came over about halfway through our meal (unfortunately too late to help us order!)  Wanting to be cultural to the end, we asked if he had any Indian coffee or tea that we could try. He hesitated, so we asked what everyone around us was drinking....he smiled and said "Nescafe! This is an international restaurant!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPSb5IRErI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jyjSeQiMz8A/s1600-h/046+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPSb5IRErI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jyjSeQiMz8A/s320/046+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369366557389558450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit like part of the Lord of the Rings cast, but dressed culturally appropriate to visit the National Mosque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPRyh5C_yI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1m5L22vdYUw/s1600-h/028+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPRyh5C_yI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1m5L22vdYUw/s320/028+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369365846777069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to see the Petronis Towers (the tallest twin buildings in the world). We waited in line for free tickets but all 1800 were given out before we got there at 8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since KL is such an international city, we also enjoyed some western treats, like dinner at Chili's, English bookstores, a trip to IKEA, an English movie.....and of course breakfast at Starbucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPROF3eAbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GPhBfYsFVRE/s1600-h/007+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPROF3eAbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GPhBfYsFVRE/s320/007+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369365220778967474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-2993572947442270728?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2993572947442270728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=2993572947442270728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2993572947442270728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2993572947442270728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-trip-with-stacy-to-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Goodbye Trip with Stacy to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPULTIPQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UlZjxCZJHnU/s72-c/171+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-7320442428757456166</id><published>2009-08-13T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:32:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the Local Craft</title><content type='html'>Orathai taught Stacy and I how to weave reeds into a placemat or a large bowl shaped cover to go over food so that the flies don't get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLu6zk-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BN6l6wT2ix0/s1600-h/2009_0709NPJuly20090037+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLu6zk-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BN6l6wT2ix0/s320/2009_0709NPJuly20090037+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369359187675773650" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture - to prove I really did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPOntf6e6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MNQdsTFNZnk/s1600-h/2009_0709NPJuly20090071+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPOntf6e6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MNQdsTFNZnk/s320/2009_0709NPJuly20090071+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369362362379434914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now here's Orathai fixing all my mistakes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLvq_l6cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ndx1HbAX5Xs/s1600-h/2009_0709NPJuly20090075+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLvq_l6cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ndx1HbAX5Xs/s320/2009_0709NPJuly20090075+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369359200611068354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLwPHzOCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aSzBkBW57Ew/s1600-h/2009_0709NPJuly20090041+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLwPHzOCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aSzBkBW57Ew/s320/2009_0709NPJuly20090041+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369359210309171234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all - we were all still friends at the end of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLwXvn6HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Qn7XIZSf6E/s1600-h/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+020+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLwXvn6HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Qn7XIZSf6E/s320/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+020+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369359212623685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-7320442428757456166?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7320442428757456166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=7320442428757456166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7320442428757456166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7320442428757456166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-local-craft.html' title='Learning the Local Craft'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPLu6zk-tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BN6l6wT2ix0/s72-c/2009_0709NPJuly20090037+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-3285697133455640692</id><published>2009-08-13T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:12:21.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering around Nakhon Phanom</title><content type='html'>Stacy and I went out to Nakhon Phanom together one last time before she moved back to America. There are many lives that she has impacted deeply out in NP and it was good for her to say her goodbyes...we had some great food together! That's the best way to say goodbye in Thailand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJrYHaXZI/AAAAAAAAANs/fOJIIwEY3js/s1600-h/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+014+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJrYHaXZI/AAAAAAAAANs/fOJIIwEY3js/s320/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+014+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356927800860050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Khun Ulai, who is raising pigs with Insom's help, can you tell that the pic below are pig snouts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJrlcT2fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O7FxeqlPMrg/s1600-h/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+007+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJrlcT2fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O7FxeqlPMrg/s320/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+007+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356931378174450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating on the Mekong River with one of the pastors and his family - beautiful kids!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJsIG91SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Quay6u5cln8/s1600-h/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+026+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJsIG91SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Quay6u5cln8/s320/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+026+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356940683892002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water buffalo - hanging out and keeping cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJtB6jz2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/zynmCmQCrMw/s1600-h/Mud+bath+water+buffalos+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJtB6jz2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/zynmCmQCrMw/s320/Mud+bath+water+buffalos+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356956201111394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-3285697133455640692?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3285697133455640692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=3285697133455640692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3285697133455640692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3285697133455640692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-around-nakhon-phanom.html' title='Wandering around Nakhon Phanom'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPJrYHaXZI/AAAAAAAAANs/fOJIIwEY3js/s72-c/Nakhon+Phanom+July+09+014+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-4942554109555161003</id><published>2009-08-13T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:00:09.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Field Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPHqy3rEOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BNLZd_6y7Rk/s1600-h/2009+8+August+057+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPHqy3rEOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BNLZd_6y7Rk/s320/2009+8+August+057+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354718779478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year we get together with workers from all over the country for our annual meetings and retreat time.  We had a great speaker and it was fun to catch up with each other, many of us only see each other once a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-4942554109555161003?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4942554109555161003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=4942554109555161003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4942554109555161003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4942554109555161003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/08/annual-field-forum.html' title='Annual Field Forum'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPHqy3rEOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BNLZd_6y7Rk/s72-c/2009+8+August+057+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-3560947789300595408</id><published>2009-08-13T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:56:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPFO9jNB1I/AAAAAAAAANc/jY549JfX4bM/s1600-h/104+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPFO9jNB1I/AAAAAAAAANc/jY549JfX4bM/s320/104+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369352041586820946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year of trying to plan a trip to Cambodia to visit CAMA's work, I finally made it! There are a couple of great projects I was able to learn from - above is a Moringa tree, which the leaves are dried and crushed into a powder that has lots of vitamins and is really helpful for those with HIV/AIDS or those with nutritional needs. The powder is being used by many in conjunction with the HIV/AIDS and community health ministry and people are very pleased with the results (google Moringa, it may be the latest natural health craze in the US!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPEJexnIFI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cz2RQ7yaA8Y/s1600-h/066+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPEJexnIFI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cz2RQ7yaA8Y/s320/066+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369350847914778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pastor has her own business roasting and seasoning soy beans, peanuts, etc. to support her work as a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPEH_0izGI/AAAAAAAAANE/vJ0oQBAHV7g/s1600-h/076+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPEH_0izGI/AAAAAAAAANE/vJ0oQBAHV7g/s320/076+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369350822425709666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little guy wanted me to take his picture as he proudly posed in front of his elementary school! His parents died of AIDS but he's living with antoher relative. I was really impressed with the Church Based HIV/AIDS ministry that the CAMA staff is working with there. They are really working with the church to have ownership of the program and to lead and direct it in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-3560947789300595408?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3560947789300595408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=3560947789300595408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3560947789300595408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3560947789300595408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-to-cambodia.html' title='Trip to Cambodia'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/SoPFO9jNB1I/AAAAAAAAANc/jY549JfX4bM/s72-c/104+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-7833496076535848649</id><published>2008-02-20T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive the Silence....</title><content type='html'>Here's a "photo -  athon" to catch you up on the past 6 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt; I moved to Bangkok to study for intense Thai exam - 4 hours a day in language school and lots of reading and writing.  Here's the view from the apartment I stayed at for those months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wBLpjkBAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LDmKC7C2iQw/s1600-h/September+2007+005+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wBLpjkBAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LDmKC7C2iQw/s320/September+2007+005+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169007771959690242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September &lt;/span&gt;my Bangkok housemate Amy got married at a beautiful wedding at the Marriot Hotel by the river. Here we are: Amy, James and I. It was fun to reconnect with old friends from ECB church and the food was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wAkZjkA_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fWa0fukrwSg/s1600-h/September+2007+025+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wAkZjkA_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fWa0fukrwSg/s320/September+2007+025+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169007097649824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wC-JjkBBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D7nuEfRxctw/s1600-h/September+2007+020+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wC-JjkBBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D7nuEfRxctw/s320/September+2007+020+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169009739054711826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; I went back to Udon for the weekend to "meet" Stacy, my new housemate who was staying in my Udon Thani house while I lived in Bangkok.  I also visited my church, and was happy that on that afternoon a group from an area village was teaching us how to weave baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wEhZjkBCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uFztJEzM8sc/s1600-h/November+2007+003+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wEhZjkBCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uFztJEzM8sc/s320/November+2007+003+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169011444156728354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wFCpjkBDI/AAAAAAAAAII/nml05zKX_6c/s1600-h/November+2007+005+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wFCpjkBDI/AAAAAAAAAII/nml05zKX_6c/s320/November+2007+005+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169012015387378738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November &lt;/span&gt;I went to Udon again (yes, I was missing my home! I apologize for the lack of pictures of Bangkok, but, well, I just didn't do much except study and go to English speaking movies and out for Lebanese food... that's not true actually. I have some really good friends in Bangkok and enjoyed spending time with them, it was relaxing and refreshing. I also visited many churches in Bangkok and was able to connect with a lot of new people. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to Udon in November. Here's pictures from the baptism service my church held at an a pond outside the pastor's house. It was a beautiful service, although I was wondering if there were snakes in the pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wFjJjkBEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E6ujRQsuwPs/s1600-h/November+2007+031+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wFjJjkBEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E6ujRQsuwPs/s320/November+2007+031+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169012573733127234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wGfJjkBFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H5Eya12AczE/s1600-h/November+2007+039+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wGfJjkBFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H5Eya12AczE/s320/November+2007+039+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169013604525278290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December &lt;/span&gt;I took my "big language test" - and passed! Yeah! The end of formal language school! So, I went to the US to celebrate for Christmas! (Actually, the trip was planned first and I had to wait until January to find out my score, but I still felt good about the test and celebrated anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December in the US was great - I spent time in Vermont, Philadelphia, D.C and caught up with friends and family and even relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wa_ZjkBGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lKIUdDhNLzA/s1600-h/December+2007+054+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wa_ZjkBGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lKIUdDhNLzA/s320/December+2007+054+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169036148808615010" border="0" /&gt;q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wbW5jkBHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_znI94yQRfo/s1600-h/December+2007+085+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wbW5jkBHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_znI94yQRfo/s320/December+2007+085+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169036552535540850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wby5jkBII/AAAAAAAAAIw/xT1MT1wXQ-M/s1600-h/December+2007+082+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wby5jkBII/AAAAAAAAAIw/xT1MT1wXQ-M/s320/December+2007+082+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169037033571878018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7weyJjkBJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/k2kh3m6_wTM/s1600-h/Dec+07+157-1+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7weyJjkBJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/k2kh3m6_wTM/s320/Dec+07+157-1+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040319221859474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wfWZjkBKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IgAgx3xUMis/s1600-h/P1050682-1+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wfWZjkBKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IgAgx3xUMis/s320/P1050682-1+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040941992117410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-7833496076535848649?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7833496076535848649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=7833496076535848649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7833496076535848649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7833496076535848649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2008/02/forgive-silence.html' title='Forgive the Silence....'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/R7wBLpjkBAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LDmKC7C2iQw/s72-c/September+2007+005+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-7040685377770883740</id><published>2007-08-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:39.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Rain.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RrxqFO_thSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Oil5z39EaA/s1600-h/August+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RrxqFO_thSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Oil5z39EaA/s320/August+2007+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097065516433769762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rainy season has finally hit, and at just the right time. It rained 3 days in a row, day and night and the farmers are now out in full force, well, as full as the force of farmers can get out here....Some said that if it didn't rain this week, many farmers would have lost their crop for the whole year. It takes 3 months for the rice to grow, which has it has to be harvested in November, when the rains have ended and the cool season is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rrxzee_thTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4zZd2dfiNNk/s1600-h/August+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rrxzee_thTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4zZd2dfiNNk/s320/August+2007+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075845830116658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice seedlings are planted in small groups of 3-4 plants, and ideally are planted in standing water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rrxz5u_thUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6whZBaMp1QE/s1600-h/August+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rrxz5u_thUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6whZBaMp1QE/s320/August+2007+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097076313981551938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This woman invited me back to help her harvest in a few months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-7040685377770883740?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7040685377770883740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=7040685377770883740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7040685377770883740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7040685377770883740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it Rain.....'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RrxqFO_thSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Oil5z39EaA/s72-c/August+2007+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-4022777885691074158</id><published>2007-07-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:41.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the Silk Farm in Northern Laos</title><content type='html'>LIfe on the farm....lots of cows and water buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPNHgOSuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pda9cpIgXD0/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPNHgOSuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pda9cpIgXD0/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092250890443573986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the process of spinning the threads from the cocoons into finer silk threads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPNngOSvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/htStD3fYDEQ/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPNngOSvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/htStD3fYDEQ/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092250899033508594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natural dyes are used, including saliva from insects, certain leaves, berries and barks. Here the thread is being dyed indigo, one of the colors that is dyed in cold water, not by boiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPOngOSxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d48uJbnmBe8/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPOngOSxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d48uJbnmBe8/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092250916213377810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's freshly dyed red silk threads, hanging out to dry and set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPOHgOSwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YVSGEOFcFaI/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPOHgOSwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YVSGEOFcFaI/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092250907623443202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The farm employes women to weave on site, and it's amazing to watch the work that goes into some of the intricate patterns that are woven, often the texture that is put into the cloth by the weaving style is much more complicated than merely weaving with different colored thread. I'll never complain at the seemingly high prices of handmade silk scarves again! So much work goes into the product....and the women at the farm are paid well for their labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPPHgOSyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lP3FPaOAvU/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPPHgOSyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lP3FPaOAvU/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092250924803312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final product! To see more visit: www.mulberries.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtVtHgOSzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7dFTBhSA8bE/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtVtHgOSzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7dFTBhSA8bE/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092258037269154610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-4022777885691074158?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4022777885691074158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=4022777885691074158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4022777885691074158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4022777885691074158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/visiting-silk-farm-in-northern-laos.html' title='Visiting the Silk Farm in Northern Laos'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtPNHgOSuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pda9cpIgXD0/s72-c/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-6116489833388598917</id><published>2007-07-28T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:42.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Laos</title><content type='html'>In July I went to Laos and visited coworkers there and the businesses they run in partnership with Laos owners - a language school, a handicraft project and a silk farm. I really enjoyed visiting Laos, because they used to be colonized by France, they have great bread and European restaurants and coffee shops, as well as great coffee and cheese ( a large price to pay for being colonized, I know!). Although Vientiane is only about 1 1/2 hours from my home, it seems worlds away. The Lao language is similar to Thai, so I can understand it for the most part and people can understand me. By the end of the week I was speaking some Lao, especially the endings, question words, common phrases and greetings. The fun thing is, that is also spoken here out in the villages of the northeast of Thailand, and is called the Isaan language. So, since I've returned, I've slipped into speaking Lao more with my neighbors, and they think it's a lot of fun. It's harder to learn here, because everyone around me will speak central Thai to me, and a mix of the languages to each other. In Lao, I just heard it all the time and it was much easier to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coffee was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_cHgOSlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bq8UBWCqQx4/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_cHgOSlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bq8UBWCqQx4/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092233555955567186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of history in Laos, old temples and chedis like this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_cngOSmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kPYclf35En4/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_cngOSmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kPYclf35En4/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092233564545501794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night life in Vientiane can revolve around this "Arc de Triumph" type monument, in a park central to the city where people gather at night to exercise and eat. (Sorry it's a blurry picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_c3gOSnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WTCvLQzkwYk/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_c3gOSnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WTCvLQzkwYk/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092233568840469106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are MANY unexploded bombs remaining in Laos, it's tragic, still causing deaths and lost limbs each year of many people, especially farmers and children. It's frustrating because it's not only killinhg people, but preventing people from using land because of the fear and reality of these unexploded devices. Generally, the poor are the ones who suffer most, getting killed by discovering these devices while farming, and also being kept in poverty by not being able to use large sections of land for farming out in the villages. There are organizations working to remove these unexploded devices. Here is one that simply was unearthed in an area up north by a famous tourist site, the Plain of Jars (those with me told me this one wouldn't explode, it was sort of there for the tourists to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_dXgOSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pgLvUA2ijMw/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_dXgOSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pgLvUA2ijMw/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092233577430403714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up North in Phonsavan, I visited the Plain of Jars, which is a huge plain full of, well, large jars. They are over 3000 years old and are thought to have been used for burial, or to store Lao wine.  It was a beautiful place to visit, somewhere I had wanted to go to when I last lived in Thailand. So thankful for theo opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtDAHgOSpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ME1ev9pQg70/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtDAHgOSpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ME1ev9pQg70/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092237472965741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtDBHgOSrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DfgduMDkbDQ/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtDBHgOSrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DfgduMDkbDQ/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092237490145610418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were clearly marked placards, telling us which way to go to avoid the unexploded bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtE3ngOSsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c89xOkSP0ug/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RqtE3ngOSsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c89xOkSP0ug/s320/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092239525960108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-6116489833388598917?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6116489833388598917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=6116489833388598917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/6116489833388598917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/6116489833388598917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/visiting-laos.html' title='Visiting Laos'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs_cHgOSlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bq8UBWCqQx4/s72-c/July+Vacation+2007+CAMA+Laos+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-5185126811724295961</id><published>2007-07-28T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I'm getting Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ECB Youth Graduation Banquet: &lt;/span&gt;In June I also went to a graduation banquet for kids that I had taught in middle school youth group many years ago when I was working at the Evangelical Church of Bangkok. What fun to see these kids all grown up, no longer awkward, blowing soda out of their noses and taking pictures of their feet (well, some of them were still doing those things!). I was so proud of them as they all survived high school, were still speaking to their parents and seeking the Lord. It was fun too to catch up with parents of the kids that I hadn't seen in years. It was a great night that really honored and celebrated the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs7ZngOSjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rCnw1MzYFS4/s1600-h/some-of-the-old-gang....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs7ZngOSjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rCnw1MzYFS4/s320/some-of-the-old-gang....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092229114959383090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs7aHgOSkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wEirEIIrHpE/s1600-h/the+old+youth+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs7aHgOSkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wEirEIIrHpE/s320/the+old+youth+cropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092229123549317698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-5185126811724295961?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5185126811724295961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=5185126811724295961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5185126811724295961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5185126811724295961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-im-getting-old.html' title='Yes I&apos;m getting Old!'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs7ZngOSjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rCnw1MzYFS4/s72-c/some-of-the-old-gang....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-5242200038371933051</id><published>2007-07-28T02:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:44.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Travels</title><content type='html'>In June I took a vacation to the beach in Hua Hin, a few hours west of Bangkok. A family joined me from Bangkok, as well as Jenny, who works with CAMA in Laos. I had a great time getting to know everyone better, we took morning walks on the beach, ate out at Subway a lot (big treat for me!!), played games and watched videos at night, even a concert of the Bee Gees! We went to "monkey mountain", where all these monkeys live at a temple and were literally attacked by monkeys who wanted our fruit. We didn't really like it much, but felt like you had to visit monkey mountain if you go to Hua Hin! The mountain in the picture below is monkey mountain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs4ungOSiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vTz_pXJ0CNc/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs4ungOSiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vTz_pXJ0CNc/s320/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092226177201752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jenny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs4NHgOShI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AGQcWwVORC4/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs4NHgOShI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AGQcWwVORC4/s320/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092225601676134930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited a hotel that one of my old students in Bangkok's family owns. I hadn't seen or talked to them in at least 7 years, but we caught up immediately and were invited to stay at the hotel, given a seaside room and enjoyed our last couple of days in a really beautiful hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs3wXgOSgI/AAAAAAAAADw/8_N7AdelJpQ/s1600-h/Garanee-and-I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs3wXgOSgI/AAAAAAAAADw/8_N7AdelJpQ/s320/Garanee-and-I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092225107754895874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs3bXgOSfI/AAAAAAAAADo/fdxqg2IF5Vo/s1600-h/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs3bXgOSfI/AAAAAAAAADo/fdxqg2IF5Vo/s320/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092224746977642994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-5242200038371933051?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5242200038371933051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=5242200038371933051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5242200038371933051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5242200038371933051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-travels.html' title='Summer Travels'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rqs4ungOSiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vTz_pXJ0CNc/s72-c/July+Vacation+2007+Hua+Hin+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-1760205883107505034</id><published>2007-04-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:45.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thai New Year!</title><content type='html'>For those of you counting, I just celebrated my 3rd New Year's celebration since 2007 - the first being the traditional "watch the ball drop in Time Square" New Year, the second being Chinese New Year, when the city was painted red and we enjoyed an evening of Chinese food and streets closed to traffic. But, I must admit this 3rd celebration was my favorite - Thai New Year, known as Song Kran. This holiday centers around the tradition of blessing your elders by pouring a little water over their hands, and giving them flowers. Traditionally Thais believe that this act causes evil spirits to go away, and also pours out blessings on others. Well, this&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; tradition has evolved into an all out water fight....where the city spends 3 days "blessing" each other with water guns and buckets full of water. In Udon, most of the vehicles are motorcycles, and most of the other vehicles are pick up trucks...so people load large garbage pails full of water into the back of their pick ups, pile on 8-10 friends and family members, and drive around....throwing water on the many other people piled into pick up trucks...and the many motorcylces manuevering thru the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There no way I can really describe this event in a way that does it justice. But, I spent 2 days, about 4 hours each day, joining in the fun. We had 10 in a pick up truck, 3 huge containers of water, a few small buckets and tupperware containers to scoop the water out with, and some water guns. We drove around and threw water on everyone we could....as traffic stopped, we engaged in longer fights with those trucks or people nearest our car. If things got really slow, we even got out of the truck and ran around splashing water on people. It was fun to get wet, but the craze this year is to drop big blocks of ice into your garbage can, causing the water to be VERY cold. The end result is a loud squeal or a deep "OH!!!" from those that are hit with this freezing cold water, apparently adding to the fun. Those without pick up trucks had buckets of water outside of their homes, sported large water guns, or simply used their hoses. Those without access to water walked around with large bottles of scented, menthol baby powder, which they (usually) gently patted onto your cheeks, wishing you a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 30 minutes...our water filled garbage cans were empty, and we were forced to sit as helpless victims as others continued to get us wet. We headed to one of the lakes in the city, which used huge hoses about 5 inches wide to pump large quantities of dirty lake water into our garbage cans at a rapid pace. So, with our arsenal once again full....we were off to play again. As we drove throught the streets, I noticed that while about 95% of the people were involved in the water fight....there seemed to be those that were untouched. I tried to notice what the "unwritten rules" were that protected these few from getting drenched. It seems that those selling food, those who were very old and looked grumpy and not dressed to get wet, as well as some on motorbikes who really looked like they were going to work, were not bothered by the water. Thai people are really very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiORj4do28I/AAAAAAAAADY/nE4g20Y45Q8/s1600-h/April+Songkran+2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiORj4do28I/AAAAAAAAADY/nE4g20Y45Q8/s320/April+Songkran+2007+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043252477975490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiORkodo29I/AAAAAAAAADg/lRxShTeawMM/s1600-h/April+Songkran+2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiORkodo29I/AAAAAAAAADg/lRxShTeawMM/s320/April+Songkran+2007+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043265362877394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiOP9Ido26I/AAAAAAAAADI/Bv6c502ZpTs/s1600-h/April+Songkran+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiOP9Ido26I/AAAAAAAAADI/Bv6c502ZpTs/s320/April+Songkran+2007+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041487246416802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiOP9odo27I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hSxOxRaSzgg/s1600-h/April+Songkran+2007+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiOP9odo27I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hSxOxRaSzgg/s320/April+Songkran+2007+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041495836351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Although those with more energy than I continued to water fight on the 3rd day...I took a break and collapsed on my sofa for the afternoon. It's amazing how the hot sun, cold (dirty) water, menthol powder, and sitting on the edge of a pick up truck can wear you out. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-1760205883107505034?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1760205883107505034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=1760205883107505034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1760205883107505034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1760205883107505034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-thai-new-year.html' title='Happy Thai New Year!'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RiORj4do28I/AAAAAAAAADY/nE4g20Y45Q8/s72-c/April+Songkran+2007+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-4819751868946957732</id><published>2007-04-12T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:45.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5V1Ydo25I/AAAAAAAAADA/gBs6Eeb-ehs/s1600-h/April+Easter+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5V1Ydo25I/AAAAAAAAADA/gBs6Eeb-ehs/s320/April+Easter+2007+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052570207544466322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3097232703618947224&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Happy Easter! Here is a video of kids leading a song at the Easter Service in the village of Nong Mek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;Easter Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;I woke early and went to a sunrise service at the only Christian cemetery in the area. This is an annual event organized by 5 area churches, and after singing and celebrating everyone wanders through the cemetery to put flowers on the graves of relatives and pastors. It's nice actually, people chat, and  stop by to give encouragement and blessings to those who are visiting graves of family members. People pass out eggs (hard boiled...) with Easter messages taped to them, or written in marker. They just give them to anyone.  Here is the grave of one of the founding pastors in the city. It's quite large, they don't make them as large anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;margin-top:4.2pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Deb\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" title="April Easter 2007 008"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;Following this service (and large quantities of coffee) I went to Nong Mek village to attend a service in a small church made up largely of extended family members. These youth are great worship leaders, and there was a time for people to stand up and share testimonies and sing songs. My coworker Norm was called upon to preach without any warning (after 30 years in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;, he’s quite used to this!). After the service, I gathered with my coworkers for an Easter egg hunt for the kids and a very American Easter meal of ham, mashed potatoes, corn and apple pie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-4819751868946957732?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4819751868946957732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/4819751868946957732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-service-at-nong-mek.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5V1Ydo25I/AAAAAAAAADA/gBs6Eeb-ehs/s72-c/April+Easter+2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-3771464528237384736</id><published>2007-04-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:42:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Catfish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-2394142116325094388&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;This is a vdo that goes with the "frogs and iguanas" blog below....these are the containers that are used to raise catfish, you will also see some larger containers and hear Thai. Can you understand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, adding vdo's is new for me, please let me know if you can see these, or if there are any problems (along with suggestions of how to fix them, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-3771464528237384736?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3771464528237384736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=3771464528237384736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3771464528237384736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/3771464528237384736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/04/raising-catfish.html' title='Raising Catfish...'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-651436178125138312</id><published>2007-04-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:46.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs and Iguanas...a tasty treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5B8Ydo23I/AAAAAAAAACw/V83Nzu6iN04/s1600-h/April+Easter+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5B8Ydo23I/AAAAAAAAACw/V83Nzu6iN04/s320/April+Easter+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548337570995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5Bkodo22I/AAAAAAAAACo/xYT-j9D9xDA/s1600-h/April+Easter+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5Bkodo22I/AAAAAAAAACo/xYT-j9D9xDA/s320/April+Easter+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052547929549101922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last month I visited a community development project just outside the city of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Udon Thani&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. A member of a church in Udon oversees this project. It is a training sight for sustainable livelihood projects and brings in groups from all over the northeast to learn how to use their land and a small amount of resources to grow food and raise animals to meet their own living needs and also to sell in their local communities.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were many things going on at this farm, located in a rural community. They were raising catfish in small round concrete containers with a radius of less than 1 meter, about 100 per container. They also had larger concrete vats and small beds that were dug in the ground to show different ways to raise catfish, depending on the area available and the amount that is going to be raised. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They also raised pigs, to both create natural fertilizer that can be sold in the market, as well as to sell when the pigs grow large. A small pig can be purchased for about 1000 baht ($30) and then sold by the kg when he is older. The fertilizer is sold as it is made. There were two different pens for these pigs, one was basically mud, and the pigs laid on top of the mud and that could eventually be used for fertilizer. Another, far cleaner pen, was raised off the ground and contained straw and other, less muddy substances, this kind of pen is more useful when the dirt is too hard for the pigs to really burrow into. So, both of these ways of raising pigs was modeled.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were Iguanas being raised, which I was a bit surprised to find are quite a tasty delicacy here in the Northeast, so they are sold in the market for food. They were raised in one large cage, about 40 of them (although I only saw 3-4) with a few large bushes in the cage for them to play and hide in. As we explored the various projects, we found a few stray iguanas who had apparently left their pens to find new friends. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They also raised frogs, huge frogs who can deliver 4000 baby frogs, we’re talking about amazing female frogs! These baby frogs can be sold for 1 baht each in the market, so in a female frog’s reproductive life, she can produce about 4000 baht worth of little frogs, or over $125. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was great to be exposed to these various, simple projects, which the Thais I was with assured me could be easily done by individual families. We left encouraged that my coworker’s father in another province could raise catfish, and maybe a couple of pigs. A local pastor was also with us and began to talk about raising catfish behind the small church property, which is also his home, in order to raise money for himself and also teach these skills to his church members. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-651436178125138312?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/651436178125138312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=651436178125138312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/651436178125138312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/651436178125138312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/04/frogs-and-iguanasa-tasty-treat.html' title='Frogs and Iguanas...a tasty treat'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rh5B8Ydo23I/AAAAAAAAACw/V83Nzu6iN04/s72-c/April+Easter+2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-6086367890190627828</id><published>2007-03-17T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:46.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Per Village</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a nearby village about 40 km away with the youth and others from my church. There is no church in this village, so they go each month to put on a special program for the kids and to build relationships. A short term medical team came through about 6 months ago and helped to build a positive relationship for the church. While the youth were getting ready for the camp, a few of us went and visited the community leader, just to let him know that we were putting on a program and would be playing music, so it might be a bit noisy. He was really supportive and said next time he would broadcast the program over the community loud speaker...and that we could use his house and property, which was not overly excessive, but was really nice and big, especially compared to other houses in the community. He and his wife are really interested in Christianity, so they are open and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids.....I really enjoyed spending time with them and feel like spending time out in the villages helps me to understand life here more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RfvyIi7GDII/AAAAAAAAACU/7NgKIeFEzSo/s1600-h/March+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RfvyIi7GDII/AAAAAAAAACU/7NgKIeFEzSo/s320/March+2007+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042890436398943362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfvxsy7GDHI/AAAAAAAAACM/-TrSTmpiX3g/s1600-h/March+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfvxsy7GDHI/AAAAAAAAACM/-TrSTmpiX3g/s320/March+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042889959657573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfvw5y7GDGI/AAAAAAAAACE/iQlus0FN-94/s1600-h/March+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfvw5y7GDGI/AAAAAAAAACE/iQlus0FN-94/s320/March+2007+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042889083484245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed talking to Lee, the woman who hosted us, she has a 1 year old daughter and lives with her mother and brother in a 1 room house, with a kitchen and bathroom off the back. Her husband is working in Singapore, working as a laborer building the subway system.  She showed me his picture and said that he's been gone for almost a year and hasn't met his little girl yet, but will come home next month and stay for 1 month before returning again to Singapore. This is a common story here in the Northeast, families are split as young men and sometimes women go overseas with contract companies to Taiwan, Israel, Japan or Singapore. Although they often spend up to 2 years working just to pay off the "start up fees" that they had to pay, they still take these jobs and feel that they are worth it. There are few other options, not a lot of economic opportunities in this part of the country, just farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Lee's cute little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfv0ni7GDJI/AAAAAAAAACc/2RVvQd4oL54/s1600-h/March+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/Rfv0ni7GDJI/AAAAAAAAACc/2RVvQd4oL54/s320/March+2007+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042893167998143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-6086367890190627828?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6086367890190627828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=6086367890190627828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/6086367890190627828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/6086367890190627828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/03/ban-per-village.html' title='Ban Per Village'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RfvyIi7GDII/AAAAAAAAACU/7NgKIeFEzSo/s72-c/March+2007+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-2479257480236211823</id><published>2007-03-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:23:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments Please...</title><content type='html'>After several months, I've finally fixed my blog so you can now leave comments.  I know, I'm clearly a blogger rookies, thanks for your patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-2479257480236211823?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2479257480236211823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=2479257480236211823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2479257480236211823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/2479257480236211823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/03/comments-please.html' title='Comments Please...'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-1442312516522138675</id><published>2007-03-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:47.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok vs. Udon Thani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReuBtl2NmzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VysqFPPtmYo/s1600-h/Feb+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReuBtl2NmzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VysqFPPtmYo/s320/Feb+2007+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038263228397624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReuBuF2Nm0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/yVyHhNq_A2U/s1600-h/Feb+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReuBuF2Nm0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/yVyHhNq_A2U/s320/Feb+2007+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038263236987558722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I went to Bangkok for a couple of days and then went immediately out to a village when I returned. I was surprised at the contrast between urban and rural, developed and not quite so developed, rich and poor, crowded and wide open. In Bangkok they have built mall after mall surrounding the sky train, you can walk from one to the other on sidewalks along the skytrain, you don't even have to go down to the road anymore. In one mall I found a 3 floor bookstore, complete with a Starbucks inside and people drinking coffee and reading books without paying for them (just like in the US!).  I can't resist the opportunity to look at English books and usually go to the movies in English while I'm in Bangkok. But this trip I didn't even drink Starbucks coffee, but just had instant Nescafe at the home of my pastor's wife, Uut, who I drove down with. I guess I'm adjusting to Thai culture, where Nescafe is much more popular than real coffee! It was fun to drive the 6 hours to Bangkok with Uut and to stay at her family's home, which happens to be on the same street I lived on when I first moved to Bangkok 10 years ago. So, we laughed at how many times we had probably passed each other without even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to Udon, I went out to a village church, the one in Na Khun Yai that is growing rubber trees and raising fish, with Norm and Dorie, my coworkers who are about to retire. They went to say goodbye, which was hard for them, but they were great. They will be really missed and have been a good example to me of the importance of taking the time to build relationships, to visit and listen to people and to spend time together, even when it doesn't seem like "productive work". It's amazing how essential this is in such a relationally oriented culture.  Nothing you do has any value without being built on a solid relational foundation, and this can take a lot of time to build trust.  Without this, it's almost impossible to find out what people really think, what they want and need. If someone comes in with an idea or a project, the Thai's will simply agree, they are too polite to express their true views if they are dissenting. However, once the person leaves they will change or fix or abandon the project and continue to do what they were doing before.  This is one of the reasons why I'm so thankful for my "forced" language learning/culture learning time before I begin my "real work". It's allowing me to understand more of the culture here and begin to develop relationships. I find that many times already I have really misinterpreted people's actions and thoughts and misunderstood many things that I've seen and been exposed to. Will I ever get it?? I pray for the humility to keep learning and growing in this area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the first picture above you see the sky train in Bangkok, with a new fountain next to one of the malls. In the second picture I'm being stared down by a water buffalo who wants to cross the road that we are driving down. Needless to say, we yielded and he won. If you have ever seen the damage that hitting a deer can do to a car, just imagine what marks a water buffalo will leave.  That alone will make you yield everytime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-1442312516522138675?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1442312516522138675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=1442312516522138675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1442312516522138675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1442312516522138675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/03/bangkok-vs-udon-thani.html' title='Bangkok vs. Udon Thani'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReuBtl2NmzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VysqFPPtmYo/s72-c/Feb+2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-7203736671191768136</id><published>2007-02-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends and Tasty Kangaroo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLpResigmI/AAAAAAAAABo/5ZGvCGV4tn8/s1600-h/DSCN0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLpResigmI/AAAAAAAAABo/5ZGvCGV4tn8/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843819860558434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new friend Jiab, she's a college student at my church who is smart and funny and a strong leader among the young people. She told me that she wants to serve the Lord full time with her life, but doesn't know what that will look like,  so she's praying about it. Last week I took her with me to a missions conference at the Bible School in a neighboring city about 1 1/2 hours away. We heard one of my old college professors speak to the Thai students about what it means to cross cultures in order to serve the Lord. This was a message that, according to Jiab, she hasn't really heard before. It seems like since Thailand is only 1% Christian, there isn't usually much of a challenge for young Christians to go overseas to serve the Lord. It was interesting for me to hear what she thought of the message, and she was still talking about it days later. It was also good for me to hear this message, as a good language practice opportunity, but also as an encouragement to me as someone who has crossed cultures to live and serve the Lord. It was a reminder to understand and accept the culture that I'm in, not to try to change it to be more comfortable for myself, but to remember that I am the guest here and I chose to leave my own culture behind. Also, it was a reminder of God's faithfulness to us no matter where we are and what new challenges we are dealing with, and finally a strong reminder of the importance of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to hear Larry Person's speak, he preached in Thai, which was no problem for him as he grew up here in Thailand, but he was relatively easy to understand, I find that when foreigners speak Thai well, they are much easier for me to understand than Thais! But also, I understood his preaching style, as it was pretty American: introduction, three points, solid summary and a few memorable stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a highlight of the missions night was the chance to eat international food. The picture shows Jiab and I eating Kangaroo meatballs from Australia! They weren't bad, salty and a bit fatty. The Australian English teacher who brought them was appalled that her Thai students prepared them Thai style, complete with chilis! I thought they were much better that way. However, I'll admit that my favorite food of the evening came from the good old US booth - egg salad sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies and rootbeer floats! Definitely worth driving 1 1/2 hours to sample!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-7203736671191768136?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7203736671191768136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=7203736671191768136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7203736671191768136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/7203736671191768136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-friends-and-tasty-kangaroo.html' title='New Friends and Tasty Kangaroo...'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLpResigmI/AAAAAAAAABo/5ZGvCGV4tn8/s72-c/DSCN0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-1744612600845577127</id><published>2007-02-26T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeated, meaningful practice in every day life (aka: Tips in Language Learning)</title><content type='html'>My full time job at this point is to learn the Thai language. When I started this a couple of months ago, this primarily involved book learning, as I had to relearn the Thai alphabet (which has 44 consonants and 28(ish) vowels), the tonal system, (5 tones, 4 tone markers which mean 3 different tones when used with the 3 different classes of consonants, and the lack of a tone marker can mean any of the 5 different tones, depending on the class of the first consonant, whether the vowel is short or long, and whether the final consonant is “dead” or “alive”). Just writing about this makes me want to move to a French speaking country... &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading…you are amazing!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I study Thai the more I’m convinced that Thais have to be some of the smartest people on earth. King Ramkamheng the Great invented the Thai alphabet in 1283, based on the Indian alphabets of Sanskrit and Pali. Knowing that his people were incredibly smart, the King decided to make things a bit more challenging by creating a system with no capital letters, no punctuation, and no spaces between words. There is, thankfully, a space at the end of each sentence. So, a Thai sentence would look something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLkX-sigkI/AAAAAAAAABU/tChaQkiCJF4/s1600-h/Thai+Verse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLkX-sigkI/AAAAAAAAABU/tChaQkiCJF4/s320/Thai+Verse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838433971569218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is John 1:5: "The light shines in the darkness but the darkness has not overcome it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, did I mention that the vowels can appear before, after, above, below and surrounding the consonants??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I went on a little tangent with the explanation of the Thai language, but my point was that there was plenty of classroom learning to keep me busy when I first arrived. However, now I’ve learned all of the rules to navigate the Thai language, and although I still have problems with my high and rising tones, there is little more book learning for me, it’s all about vocabulary building, increasing my comprehension and sharpening my tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m trying to find multiples ways to study Thai, like watching Thai game shows, going to Thai movies (the ones with English subtitles are good if the translation is good because it really confirms what I know and is good for learning new phrases, vocab and slang), hanging out with my neighbors, reading books and studying my Bible in Thai. Tonite I watched a 30 minute Thai infomercial on upcoming seminars of “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to learn language, everyone tells me, is in every day use. Well, sometimes I doubt if that’s true for me because I really need to see things written and need to repeat them many times before I’ve really learned them, which is hard to do when I’m at the post office and there is a long line of people behind me and I'm trying to remember the classifer for stamps. But last week I had a good experience of learning language by every day use. It started with a small fire in my house…a citronella candle lit to keep the mosquitoes at bay accidentally became closely acquainted with the pillowcase that covers my printer to keep away the dust. I was able to put it out with no major problems, except that I now need to find something new to cover my printer. But, I decided at this point that since I live in a house with bars on my windows, it would be a good idea to have a fire extinguisher. So, like any good language student I looked in my dictionary to find the word before heading out shopping. But, for some reason this word is not in my Thai/English dictionary (although you will be happy to know that the ever useful words firebrigade and firedamp are in my dictionary…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I went to Lotus, the “walmart type” store in my city and used hand motions and sound effects to tell the clerk that I needed a machine that could put out a small fire. He didn’t have one, but taught me the phrase “Kreung Dap Peun” and I went to the Big C, only here I couldn’t quite remember the phrase so I asked for a “Krueng Doot Foon”, which is a vacuum cleaner, but quickly realized my mistake and was again given the correct phrase, but also told that this store did not have one. Finally, at the fourth store I was confident in my ability to ask for a “Kreung Dap Peun” and was easily understood, I couldn’t help but think that the clerks were probably in awe of my linguistical ability……and now my Kreung Dap Peun sits in my kitchen, easing my mind and serving as a constant reminder that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the best way to really a language is repeated, meaningful practice in everyday life…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-1744612600845577127?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1744612600845577127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=1744612600845577127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1744612600845577127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1744612600845577127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/02/repeated-meaningful-practice-in-every.html' title='Repeated, meaningful practice in every day life (aka: Tips in Language Learning)'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/ReLkX-sigkI/AAAAAAAAABU/tChaQkiCJF4/s72-c/Thai+Verse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-8340471487932331086</id><published>2007-01-09T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:43:49.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For anyone still out there.....</title><content type='html'>If you haven't completely given up on my lack of blogging, here are some Christmas pictures. I spent Christmas weekend visiting different village churches, joining in with their Christmas parties and activities and found myself really encouraged. First, I loved the simplicity that Christmas is about the birth of Christ, and the parties celebrated that. Typically, the activities involved a meal together, a brief explanation of Christ's birth, fun games and songs and presents for the kids. Thais are really fun, joyful people and it was fun to play games together, sing, watch kids excitedly open gifts and be really thankful, whether it was a candy bar, flip flops, or a bag of rice! I of course had to join in the fun by singing in English. People were extremely gracious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a girl praying for our dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRw_CraNRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oeqXma46MjQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRw_CraNRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oeqXma46MjQ/s320/Christmas+Prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018260113150588178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Dinner....Thai style! Eating on the floor, everyone gets their own bowl of rice and shares common main dishes. We made wraps with lettuce, rice, fish and spicy hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRymCraNSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/id1VXvPJrYo/s1600-h/Christmas+Dinner+Thai+Style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRymCraNSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/id1VXvPJrYo/s320/Christmas+Dinner+Thai+Style.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018261882677114146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and my coworkers, notice the great Poinsetta Tree behind us, I am trying to grow one in front of my house right now, it's only 2 feet tall right now, I wonder if it'll make it to this great height??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaR0rCraNWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VkSDXRf03iw/s1600-h/Poinsetta+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaR0rCraNWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VkSDXRf03iw/s320/Poinsetta+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018264167599715682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who worry that my Christmas is looking a bit too rural and rustic, here's a picture of one of the Christmas trees in a huge mall in Bangkok....the contrasts of the rich and poor in Thailand never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaR0JyraNVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7oFfg_gnHQg/s1600-h/Christmas+in+the+Mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaR0JyraNVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7oFfg_gnHQg/s320/Christmas+in+the+Mall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018263596369065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the some of the women at my church, who dressed in these traditional clothes to do a special Thai dance. I also have it on video, which I'm trying to figure out how to add to the blog site. I'm thankful for my church, I'm really enjoying it and slowly building relationships and friendships, and learning a lot about Thai rural life from these great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRztiraNUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/95o-6RKvgew/s1600-h/Thai+Dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRztiraNUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/95o-6RKvgew/s320/Thai+Dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018263111037760834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made instant friends with these kids by playing soccer, the little guy dressed like Santa was so sad when I left. This church has a real outreach in their community with the kids through a soccer team, allowing them to travel, see different parts of Thailand, learn discipline and teamwork and achieve success while they work towards a common goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRzRiraNTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ODTHmFEDxk4/s1600-h/Tropical+Christmas+at+Nong+Mek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRzRiraNTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ODTHmFEDxk4/s320/Tropical+Christmas+at+Nong+Mek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018262630001423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-8340471487932331086?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8340471487932331086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=8340471487932331086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/8340471487932331086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/8340471487932331086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-anyone-still-out-there.html' title='For anyone still out there.....'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrfQKu1vXDA/RaRw_CraNRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oeqXma46MjQ/s72-c/Christmas+Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-5609222270401528583</id><published>2006-11-26T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:22:43.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was American Thanksgiving, and the first time I cried since coming to back to Thailand ( I guess it's good to get that out of the way....). I, obviously, was feeling homesick thinking of all my family being together without me. I was sad for them too, and felt a little bad, because it seems like I am usually the one missing and I wonder if my family, especially my niece and nephews, think that I don't care about them. But my family never gives me a hard time about it, so for that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was also feeling thankful for the privileges that I grew up with that are so easy to take for granted, like education, a supportive family, the opportunity to work and support myself without worrying too much about it, and for the most part being pretty safe and comfortable most of my life.  Being back in Thailand has reminded me how these are not basic rights that everyone has, most people in the world have really hard lives. I hesitate to share these examples because I don't want to exploit their stories, but I decided that it's important to give you a glimpse into the lives of people I'm meeting here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I met a man today in church whose wife went to Australia for a whole year to pick fruit to earn money for the family. He's home raising the 3 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a pastor who has been dating his fiance for 9 years because he cannot afford the dowry that should be given to her family before they are able to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become friends with a woman who visits the apartment complex where I live. She has a 3 month old baby and is always asking me child raising advice (my 2 years helping care for triplets is coming in handy...). The other day she told me that her husband was sexually abusing her 10 year old daughter from her previous relationship, so she sent her daughter away to a boarding school, but didn't know what to do about her husband. She wants to leave him, but is not sure how she will be able to take care of her baby because she had no money of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman I know is raising her 8 year old son by herself as her husband lives in Japan, where he can make enough money to support his family. The paperwork that allows him to work there legally has expired, so he plans to stay there indefinitely. His wife at one time lived in Japan with her husband, but her paperwork also expired, so she cannot go back.  At this point, this family doesn't know when they will be able to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting these people and hearing these stories has left me feeling hopeless with the lack of options that often come from the lack of resources and opportunities. It humbles me because essentially I've never been left without options or ways to be safe and have my needs met, even if it simply meant moving back home and letting my family help me out for a while. I'm sure some of these people would be grateful for these opportunities. As I live and work in Thailand right now, I'm not making a lot of money. But Thai people always say that I'm rich. I used to get frustrated at that, but now I realize that they are right because I have options. I'm choosing to work here in Thailand, but I could also choose to return to the US and make more money. I am rich, because I have the choice to give up my opportunity to make more money. The families that I meet here don't have that choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-5609222270401528583?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5609222270401528583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=5609222270401528583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5609222270401528583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5609222270401528583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-5297721185319443045</id><published>2006-11-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:29:43.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Farming 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week I went to Ban Dung and saw a salt farm, and then harvested rice. First, the salt farm:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;They pump water from the earth, which has salt in it I guess, and put it in small plots of land. In about a week, the water dries out, leaving just the salt. This salt is then gathered and ground (before grinding, it looks kind of like salt used to melt ice). Once ground, it’s put in large 50kg bags. 1000kg of this “black salt” (although it’s just off white) sells for 500 baht, about $15. This salt is used in industry, not to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the team grinding the salt and impressing me with their strength to carry these 50 kg bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/1600/102307/Udon%20November%202006%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/320/862545/Udon%20November%202006%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To "make salt" that's suitable for cooking or eating, the water is taken from the ground and put in large vats. It’s boiled for about 1 day, with paracetamol&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(which is Tylenol!) and some rice. This helps the color to be white, and this salt is suitable for eating. A 5kg bag sells for about 8 baht, or 25 cents. Amazing!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/1600/998563/Udon%20November%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/320/287724/Udon%20November%202006%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This farm we visited made the most of their land and their resources. They used the husks that are removed from the rice when it is harvested, as well as corn husks to make the fire. They also raised fish around the outside of the salt fields, as well as Eucalyptus trees. These didn’t seem related to the salt farming, but it was interesting none the less.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The downside of this salt farming village was that there was no grass, in fact the ground surrounding all the little huts and houses was filled with piles of what looked like black sand…the remains of the fires that were used to boil the salt. As we drove out of the village, we of course bought 10kg of salt from the farmers who were so gracious to explain the process to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/1600/135064/Udon%20November%202006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/320/710152/Udon%20November%202006%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final step: weigh the salt and sell itat stands all along the roadside....as well as send it Bangkok and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-5297721185319443045?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5297721185319443045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=5297721185319443045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5297721185319443045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5297721185319443045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2006/11/salt-farming-101.html' title='Salt Farming 101'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-5056705667214731611</id><published>2006-11-14T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:17:45.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai food.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/1600/Bangkok%202006%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/320/Bangkok%202006%20022.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/1600/Loi%20Kratang%202006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1622/445783099757135/320/Loi%20Kratang%202006%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traditionally Thai food is eaten sitting on the ground or the floor, sharing common dishes. Here I'm enjoying Vietnamese spring rolls at an outdoor sala by a small, man made lake. We later ate barbequed fish that had once been swimming by our sala, papaya salad (called somtam), sticky rice and larb (spicy minced pork). The fish comes whole, but I've mastered getting the meat off without eating skin, bones or anything else that doesn't particularly interest me. I also consume lots of fruit here, with pineapple and papaya on the top of the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-5056705667214731611?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5056705667214731611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=5056705667214731611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5056705667214731611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/5056705667214731611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2006/11/thai-food.html' title='Thai food.....'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651855153210451542.post-1719733479130769338</id><published>2006-11-13T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:05:26.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139</title><content type='html'>This Psalm has always been important to me, and verse 9 continues to emerge as a recurring encouragement: "If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has brought this verse to mind  as I've moved to Korea,  Thailand, Philadelphia, and now back to Thailand once again. I'm thankful that there's nowhere I can go where God's all powerful hand cannot hold me fast. There's nowhere I can go that's far away from Him. This thought is especially encouraging when I feel lonely and very far away from those I love the most, who are not just on the other side of the sea, but on the other side of the world. The good news is that God is just as present with them as he is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the adventure in Thailand begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651855153210451542-1719733479130769338?l=onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1719733479130769338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651855153210451542&amp;postID=1719733479130769338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1719733479130769338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651855153210451542/posts/default/1719733479130769338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthefarsideofthesea.blogspot.com/2006/11/psalm-139.html' title='Psalm 139'/><author><name>My Life in Thailand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698556024932297444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
