Monday, October 13, 2008

เรารักในหลวง


Over the summer, my sister and I went to Thailand for a month an a half. We were exchange students in a high school for three days. We took Thai language, Thai dance, Thai manners, Thai cooking, and Thai prayer classes. We helped on a Dusky Langur conservation project. We went sea kayaking. We met John Cusack at a Thai boxing match. And Gogol Bordello was on our flight home.

พจนานุกรม พจนานุกรม พจนานุกรม พจนานุกรม พจนานุกรมพจนานุกรม พจนานุกรม สวัสดีใช้ทักทายตั้งแต่ตื่นนอนจนถึงเวลาเที่ยง ก๋วยเตี๋ยว หมอ, แพทย์, ผู้ได้รับปริญญาเอก ผู้ที่ได้รับปริญญาเอก,หมอ,รักษา,เจือ,ปลอม บัญชีแพทย์,หมอ,อายุรแพทย์,แพทย์อายุรเวช ความพยายาม,เรื่องร้อยแก้ว,พยายาม พยายาม,ทดสอบ. คำศัพท์ย่อย พจนานุกรม,ปทานุกรม รียงความร้อยแก้ว,ข้อเขียนสั้นๆปกิณกะ,ความพยายาม,การทดลองความพยายาม,เรื่องร้อยแก้ว,พยายามการทดสอบความงดงามความบริสุทธิ์ หรือคุณภาพ ทดสอบ, ตรวจสอบคุณภาพ, ความบริสุทธิ์ ความพยายาม, การทดลอง อย่าสับสนกับ ความเรียง, เรื่องร้อยแก้วผู้ที่รู้ศัพท์มาก คำที่มีความหมายเหมือนกัน
















Ever wonder why Asian people hold up two fingers whenever they are the subject of a photograph? It's not just the peace sign. However, I've been sworn to secrecy. You will have to go to Asia and find out for yourself.



American boxing seems so brutal and senseless after watching Muay Thai. In Thailand, the boxers have a rhythm with the music; they use their whole bodies and they dance with each other and pray. It is spiritual and beautiful.



The ocean is different in Thailand, too. Of course, the water is warmer, but even along the shores, you feel like you are out in the middle of nowhere. I was contained in a cocoon of limestone towers but I felt like I was swallowed by the vastness.



Thai music makes my skin crawl. The instruments are loud, intrusive and sound very odd. If you close your eyes when listening to Thai music, you will really start to realize that you are far from home.



My sister and I and some of the girls in our horrendous school uniforms.



The macaques remind me of my little brother: intelligent, rowdy, adorable, and they always steal your things.



A Thai man pretending to be Rambo. In Thailand, the new Rambo movie is all the rage because it was filmed there. No one else gave a shit about John Rambo, but for Thai people, it is the pinnacle of entertainment.



The men catch the fish, and the women remove them from the nets the next morning and clean them up. This photo was taken in one of the areas that got hit by the tsunami. They are rebuilding slowly.



A Lahu fisherman.



A group of Karen refugee children danced and sang in their schoolhouse in the jungle. Burma didn't want them, so they left. Thailand doesn't want them, so they are hiding out in the jungle. Their parents are either dead or imprisoned, or still in Burma, and the government refuses to acknowledge their existence. They have no families, food, educations, or identities. I've found that children around the world that are homeless and impoverished are more content and at peace with the world then some people I know that grew up in the suburbs. But these Karen children seemed angry and at odds with the world. I can't blame them. They are not just poor, they are unwanted. I don't know which is worse.



Flowers on a boat.



Our cook!



The volume and chaos of a Thai primary school could only be compared to one other experience I've had.



A mosh pit.



Two British filmmakers filming a documentary about the Karen refugees.



I caught that fish.



Squid fishers.



The Gulf of Thailand has an amazing tidal cycle. Twice a day, the sea pulls away from the coast nearly three-quarters of a mile. The ocean floor became a desert. A father and son walk in the sand collecting things.



Buoy-yah!



Thai school girls pretending to be monkeys in a cage.



A vibrant coffee shop outside my friend's temple. We drank iced-coffee and cooled off in the shade. It was lovely.



Three village boys and a community guitar.



The tides again.



A cavern with a light at the bottom.

It was a very neat place. I am looking forward to one day returning.

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