Our floor monsters have always looked like the one in this vid — blunt-nosed and stupid, quick to curl into a frightened ball. But this morning on the tile by the bathroom door there was this creature: eight inches long, evil-looking with a cocky vibe. After a high-pitched scream and the photo, I tried to sweep him up and he shot me a look of contempt over his shoulders.
In Thai this is a ตะขาบ (takhab). Click to learn more about GIANT POISONOUS CENTIPEDES OF THAILAND.
We tutor two great kids every weekend, and then there our usual pals who come and go.
…live elbow to elbow in Bangkok. Corrugated metal roofs over humble homes with laundry drying on lines … next to zillion-dollar condos with laundry drying on lines.
It’s hot. The only air moving is thrashed about by electric fans. You learn that oscillating fans are better because each cycle allows you dampen-up a little bit, then enjoy the benefit of evaporative cooling. A steady blast only leaves you hot and dry. Man, it couldn’t get any hotter, right?
Pow! The neighborhood blows a fuse! You can hear the thing pop — it looks like this out by the highway:
The fans slowly spin to a stop. It’ll take the Provincial Electrical Authority crew two hours to find us. It’ll be 115 degrees in here by then.
No surprise that kids are afraid of the doctor and the dentist. Here are cards used by the Thai education ministry to teach kids about occupations.
As he bicycled to his school, Paul stopped to take a picture of me at mine. The flag was going up to the tune of the Thai National Anthem. Just about every day I go out to stand with our students to show respect for the country and its flag. I reflect on how extraordinary it is that the government here has invited us to work here for 27 months. I reflect upon what patriotism means, how America’s moral authority in the world has collapsed, and whether I feel patriotic about my own country anymore. It’s a daily Be Here Now moment, knowing that time is fleeting and this will soon be a memory.