So our first home stay was in Nong Jon, a illegal village in a National Park. These people took us in their house without knowing anything about us in order to teach us about their way of life. We were nervous and excited having no idea what to expect from our first homestay. We just had survived our week of "Thai boot camp" and well...the experience left us hunger for more lessons.
(some of these photos are Tyler's)
The first order of business was the making of a giant feast. Here is the making of Som Tom or Papaya Salad.
The chopping of garlic
They have these amazing stoves. I want to bring one back.
This is was Tyler, Luke and I's family's house. We would make attempts at Thai and get decent amount of laughter in response.
The next morning our Pa took us farming. But you see the thing is, we couldn't speak Thai at this point and got the directions wrong. So after filling up a basket of produce we picked Pa came over, frowned and dumped it all out. Fail. We did a little bit better the second time around. Then we helped cook our pickings for breakfast and listened to Thai radio while drinking coffee. The coffee was "turbo coffee " and our Pa poured us three packs worth per cup. Thanks for looking out for us Pa.
Then Planet Earth happened.
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