Gift House Tak
371 Moo1, Umphang Tak, Thailand
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My Home Away from Home
... meaning and purpose. Living at the guest house near the home,
made us feel part of the family, spending all our free time hanging
out with the kids right up to bed time. The moment I will never
forget and will cherish forever was when both Weechai and Tanangso feel
asleep in my arms and lap one evening before bed. My heart broke remembering
their stories and how many would consider them orphaned ...
I'm a Teacher!
On the first day of school the alarm on my phone went of at about 5:30am and i'll be honest, this did not do me any favours. For breakfast Tay had cooked up a feast, initially we thought this would just be for our benefit but later we realised this is just how they do it in Thailand. We were ready to head out to school for 7:00, got into the truck and away we went to school.
When we arrived in ...
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... back to Thailand!
My emotions of the next few days were abit of a rollercoaster to say the least. There was the physicality of being back in Thailand, the heat, the smells, the kind of free ranger style of Thailand, the tourists who soo thrive in the glory of all that is Thailand. Basically you soon realise that once again Bangkok is an assault on your senses in every possible way. But the other side was a personal one which went something like this '**** ...
Two Nights In Bangkok & The Worlds NOT Your Oyster
... then. We found three chairs, an empty space on the floor and set up camp. After countless numbers of well deserved dirty looks, 2 bags of chips, 3 chocolate candy bars (eaten mostly by Emma) and 4 hours later, we got on a comfortable bus and headed to Tak. Let me tell you about Tak for just a second: it's a city that has a 7eleven. That's it. That is all I have to say about Tak. Not a single Thai person we've met even knows what Tak is! Why fate brought us there I have no idea but ...
The refugees of Mae Sot
... we use their service which we didn't). This was probably the first time we were offered a motorbike taxi while we were walking on our way. I'm not sure, but I think I would have a hard time keeping my balance, much less stay on the bike with my enormous bags. When we found the road leading to our "Green Guest house" after we passed the immigration detention centre, the holding cell where we could see Burmese and other illegal immigrants (at first it didn't look ...


