Well today was fairly uneventful until my afternoon class, when Khruu Awd (Teacher Awd) and I heard the rain pounding down. The rain wasn’t unusual but it just happened to be the day that I didn’t bother to bring my umbrella (mostly because I figured that I hadn’t mastered “the riding of the bike while carrying the umbrella”). Everyone was trying to keep out of the rain, but with little success. We got wet. More pictures to follow as well.
Some of the teachers at LLC laugh about the flood on the road that we all have to pass by to get home. This is Thailand.
This used to be a street. Now it’s a river… I always have this little rule for myself here (and have had it in many countries in fact) – don’t step in ANY puddle. You never know quite what that liquid is… And today I found myself having to fully embrace the river of filth. I admit, it was fun, funny and probably something that I’ll experience often here in Thailand, but that thought of the puddle remained – what is in this water that I’m wading knee deep in? It’s best not to think about it.
I am sooooo thankful that my house hasn’t flooded so far and, from what I’ve heard from past tenants who lived here, it doesn’t seem to. I actually have a lot to be thankful for. I keep reading reports about New Orleans, etc. and I just can’t imagine what those people, those refugees (as they’re being called) have been going through.