pigs fat, forced feedings, motorbikes and near death experiences...
not all at once i might add.
there is this american guy working at the school i'm working at, we're 2 of the 4 people in the district who speak english(a bit of an exageration), so obviously we talk a lot. brian lives with a thai family, and while he is grateful for their generosity, he also can't stand teh constant force feeding.
whenever he is still for more than 10 mins, some food offering is made to him, which he HAS to eat. he tells me about this forced feeding a lot, and i never quite understood it until i was invited round for a meal yesterday.
i wasn't actually force fed myself - but i did get a glimpse at the way he lives at the moment. he lives with a grandmother and grandfather; i think they are typical grandparents, just eager to ensure that yuou are well fed and are ok, but all thais do this anyway. so they are thai grandparents - grandparents with added assertion.
there was some kind of party happening on sunday anyway, i got there early - just as the grandmother was still cooking. already there were about 20 different dishes on the table, and another 10 or so were to come. so i sat in the kitchen, pretending to understandmost things, while brian helped her out (i was gonna help - but in the end it was just too much hassel trying to ask, by the time she would have understood me, it would all be finished anyway).
...... i just left the blog for a few hours, and in the meantime was taken by the arm by the grandmother to their house, and fed chicken, papaya salad, rice and mangosteen.it was all delicious, but the only problem was that i enquired as to whether they grew their own mangosteen. i later regretted this, as i was taken around their substaintial garden and forced to eat every mangosteen in sight.
mangosteen were my favourite fruit.
back to the party....
... so as she was cooking, she was gettig brian to taste everything make sure its ok, -this is a guy who has been cooked for his whole life, and has asked me of all people to teach him to cook. anyway, i was sitting there soaking up the hectic thai kitchen skills on hand, when she puts a huge bowl of what i presumed were onions in front of brian and asked him to try. as he took a big mouthful he said to me"its pigs fat". i was sure it was just raw onions, but i guess i was wrong, he ate about 5 huge table spoons - no joke. she kept adding a dash of lime juice, or another tablespoon of salt, and getting him to try every new addiition. i don't know how he did it. so it was mixed with a bit of chilli, lime, coconut and coriander, but that doesn't change the fact that it was a bowl of instant heart attack.
so that was last sunday, tuesday was much more exciting. in the morning i bought a motor bike! and in the afternoon i went to kuri buri to see my friend ben for his birthday.
my motor bike is sitting next to me in my living room, because for some reason my neighbours think its a good idea. i went out on it the other day with shoo, and rode round and round in circles down by the beach. i only swerved off the road and down a bank once, which i think is pretty good going?
kuri buri was lots of fun, and it made me appriciate my version of civilisation a whole lot more. ben literally lives in the jungle, with the monkeys and other animals, and the town he works in is one road of shops (all the same shop i might add), and while i don't actually like shopping, knowing that i have options is always quite nice.
it was in the middle of no where, where this near death experience happened. basically, boys being boys decided it was fun to jump in this dam in the pitch black in the middle of the night. sensible sam knew this was crazy, so stayed on dry land. one of the boys got caught up in the currant and was finding it difficult to stay afloat, ben had to go and keep him above water, but then also got caught in the currant. somehow they managed to avoid damaging themselves on the concrete pillars dividing the 2 sections of the dam and clung on. meanwhile anotehr guy goes to help them - resulting in 3 stranded boys in the middle of a dam in the middle of the night. sam and another guy go to get thai help. thai help, and laugh lots at stupid farang.
apart from that part, it was lots of fun being out of khao lak, it makes me appreciate it a lot. having said that, khao lak is growing on me lots now, especially with my house and motor bike (which i can't ride), its slowly starting to feel like i live here.
whether my neighbours will ever stop staring at the strange curly phenomenon that is me, is a different matter.
there is this american guy working at the school i'm working at, we're 2 of the 4 people in the district who speak english(a bit of an exageration), so obviously we talk a lot. brian lives with a thai family, and while he is grateful for their generosity, he also can't stand teh constant force feeding.
whenever he is still for more than 10 mins, some food offering is made to him, which he HAS to eat. he tells me about this forced feeding a lot, and i never quite understood it until i was invited round for a meal yesterday.
i wasn't actually force fed myself - but i did get a glimpse at the way he lives at the moment. he lives with a grandmother and grandfather; i think they are typical grandparents, just eager to ensure that yuou are well fed and are ok, but all thais do this anyway. so they are thai grandparents - grandparents with added assertion.
there was some kind of party happening on sunday anyway, i got there early - just as the grandmother was still cooking. already there were about 20 different dishes on the table, and another 10 or so were to come. so i sat in the kitchen, pretending to understandmost things, while brian helped her out (i was gonna help - but in the end it was just too much hassel trying to ask, by the time she would have understood me, it would all be finished anyway).
...... i just left the blog for a few hours, and in the meantime was taken by the arm by the grandmother to their house, and fed chicken, papaya salad, rice and mangosteen.it was all delicious, but the only problem was that i enquired as to whether they grew their own mangosteen. i later regretted this, as i was taken around their substaintial garden and forced to eat every mangosteen in sight.
mangosteen were my favourite fruit.
back to the party....
... so as she was cooking, she was gettig brian to taste everything make sure its ok, -this is a guy who has been cooked for his whole life, and has asked me of all people to teach him to cook. anyway, i was sitting there soaking up the hectic thai kitchen skills on hand, when she puts a huge bowl of what i presumed were onions in front of brian and asked him to try. as he took a big mouthful he said to me"its pigs fat". i was sure it was just raw onions, but i guess i was wrong, he ate about 5 huge table spoons - no joke. she kept adding a dash of lime juice, or another tablespoon of salt, and getting him to try every new addiition. i don't know how he did it. so it was mixed with a bit of chilli, lime, coconut and coriander, but that doesn't change the fact that it was a bowl of instant heart attack.
so that was last sunday, tuesday was much more exciting. in the morning i bought a motor bike! and in the afternoon i went to kuri buri to see my friend ben for his birthday.
my motor bike is sitting next to me in my living room, because for some reason my neighbours think its a good idea. i went out on it the other day with shoo, and rode round and round in circles down by the beach. i only swerved off the road and down a bank once, which i think is pretty good going?
kuri buri was lots of fun, and it made me appriciate my version of civilisation a whole lot more. ben literally lives in the jungle, with the monkeys and other animals, and the town he works in is one road of shops (all the same shop i might add), and while i don't actually like shopping, knowing that i have options is always quite nice.
it was in the middle of no where, where this near death experience happened. basically, boys being boys decided it was fun to jump in this dam in the pitch black in the middle of the night. sensible sam knew this was crazy, so stayed on dry land. one of the boys got caught up in the currant and was finding it difficult to stay afloat, ben had to go and keep him above water, but then also got caught in the currant. somehow they managed to avoid damaging themselves on the concrete pillars dividing the 2 sections of the dam and clung on. meanwhile anotehr guy goes to help them - resulting in 3 stranded boys in the middle of a dam in the middle of the night. sam and another guy go to get thai help. thai help, and laugh lots at stupid farang.
apart from that part, it was lots of fun being out of khao lak, it makes me appreciate it a lot. having said that, khao lak is growing on me lots now, especially with my house and motor bike (which i can't ride), its slowly starting to feel like i live here.
whether my neighbours will ever stop staring at the strange curly phenomenon that is me, is a different matter.
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