Man those prostitutes can throw darts!

My posting schedule has slowed down significantly, I know. We have been really busy with school stuff since last Monday. Friday couldn't come quick enough.

Jess has a friend visiting from New Zealand, en route to England. On Friday night we were planning to take her to one of the sky bars (those really expensive bars at the top of tall buildings.) We left the building in a drizzle and arrived at the restaurant Cabbages and Condoms in a torrential downpour. We were soaked and Laura had torn her pants on a vendor's table. Yes, Cabbages and Condoms is the name - they give most of their proceeds to sex education in the provinces. Pictures to come. Needless to say, we didn't make it to the sky bar.

On Saturday night we went out again, first to Indus, a highly recommended Indian restaurant, with the intention of hitting a sky bar. But Jess and Laura's marathon day of shopping caught up with them and they went home early again. But not this boy. Oh no. First we went to a little sidewalk bar that some friend's knew about and polished off a bottle of Sang Som (80 proof Thai rum) amidst those poor, poor elephants and the prostitutes outside "The Hairy Pie Club" (I couldn't make this stuff up people.) From there we went to another pub, this time with a shuffle board table, dartboards, and a proper flushing toilet. After another bottle of Sang Som, and a couple games of darts with some ladies of the night, we retired quickly after learning that ringing "the bell" in Thai bars means you are buying the next round. I just thought it would be fun!? Really!

Sunday was a day of much needed rest.

We have one more day of in-service and then the kids arrive. Did I mention that I am teaching senior kindergarten? I have never been scared of a 4 year old. But I am rather frightened of 16 of them - running the gamut from little to no English (it's their 3rd or 4th language in some cases though) to developmental challenges. Rest assured that I will post again this week to let everyone know how it goes.

Whatever doesn't kill you...