I do enjoy Khun Yuam.

Welllllllllllllll, yesterday after I was up at ate my 'american style breakfast' courtesy of Ploy (fried egg, some little pale sausage hot dog things, white bread with ham and I think a little melted cheese inside, but the bread still soft, some ham, and then sliced tomato, cucumber, and lettuce on the side) I went walking through Khun Yuam again. I stopped at the Thai-Japan Friendship Memorial Hall, a little museum I heard from the other volunteers was pretty awful, but you know, in a kinda great way, so I went there. Lots of piles of rusted objects, guns, gears, helmets, any thing old, and grainy photos, as well as a short film with slightly terrible captions. I then went and got some great pad thai, wandered a bit more, watched two men fishing in a small lake, eneded up at the 7/11 and then came back. By then I was terribly hot and sweaty, so I took a quick shower, the kind where you dump buckets of water over your head and your breath catches each time. ploy wasn't here, and some woman on a bike came by, bought drinks for her and her little girl, and gave me the money since the mother was awol, so we had a bit of communication difficulty when I gave the money to Ploys mom and she didn't get what it was for, but it got straightened up after she called her daughter to figure it out. Later, Ploy and two of her guy friends and I went out a little bit to a small Shan village, where we visited a Burmese style temple, saw the Ruby Curtain, and then went down into the bean field. In my village, they do not plant anything except rice, which is why now it's just full of cows, but here it is lush and green, and from the temple you look out over the field, fringed by small homes with the mountians behind it, and the setting sun was so red from the smoke in the air (they've been setting fires, adn at night you can see the red lines up the mountians where they are burning). it was just gorgeous. We talked to an old man working in the field, who cut us some beans, and we crouched down ripping the leaves off and took a bundle home. Later that night, I went with Ploy and one of the men back to the hot pot place, where I saw the older man again from the group the night before, who came in to say hi- he went with th ekids to the village where they're working on the water project, but came back and will return in a few days. He calls me Polly, which is funny a bit, but suits me coming from a 50 year old hip british guy. Today, Ploy went to work, adn I went to the monday market, and bought the BEST LITTLE ELSIE OUTFIT EVERRRRRRRRR!!! I'm so excited. I also got some really lovely other things that will come home with me, and some neccessities, a towel and nail clippers, hew. Being able to say hello and thank you is quite nice, and I think the vendors appreciate it, even though I still don't have numbers down. Emmett has found me a place to work! There is an unofficial Shan refugee camp near the border, a few hours from Chaing Mai, and he has a friend who would love for me to go out there and work with the teachers there. Right now, we're figuring out when adn how I"ll get there, get back to meet bren, and get up there again. I'm deciding if I should go back to scout camp, or just head out to MHS asap, I'll make calls later and sort it out. I could have written on forever, but I need to work on my end of quarter project update, so, details have been omitted.