The sun just after seven in the morning as it claws its way through smoggy skies. Not a lot of options to avoid the smoke, really; slash-and-burn agriculture gives people the work they need; no funds are available in small towns for recycling programs, and no trash pickup means that your discarded stuff has to go somewhere …
My friend Ken and I were studying Thai with our Ajaan. A dapper uniformed man strode rapidly into the courtyard, handed his phone to our Ajaan and wordlessly posed for a picture with the foreigners. He attempted an exit but I stopped him and got this picture too. My old privacy-lawyer spidey sense was tingling! Are they building dossiers on us? Most likely not. Just being friendly.
Hi Friends — well, we’ve reached the halfway point of our basic training for wooly-headed do-gooders. It isn’t easy! The heat, the time demands, the language learning, the feeling of being an alien beamed in from another galaxy. YOUR CARDS AND LETTERS REALLY HELP!Yes, I am actually referring to paper cards and letters.
If you mail them to the Peace Corps HQ in Bangkok, they will find their way out to the dusty frontier where we’re living during training. Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! Here’s the address for those who don’t have it:Paul Figlmiller and Bob Sykora, PCTs
U.S. Peace Corps
242 Rajvithi Rd.
Bangkok 10300 THAILAND