This is where they make virgin coconut and sesame oil.
Some of us make some medicine with cumin and honey and turned yellow.After an exchange with the farmers in our community our families did a traditional ceremony where they tied blessed strings around our wrists. They're supposed to keep our spirits tied to our physical spirits which is a good thing since they keep away ailments and bring good luck. If you have enough you may even find your soul mate. I have twelve.
For the last night all the males (since there are so few of us) slept with the interns and ajaans at this guy, Bamrung's, farm. He is a older guy who lived through the labor movement and student uprisings of the second half of the 20th century. I interviewed him and wrote a profile article about his story. Dude is pretty intense. Among his creditials are, being present for the government massacre at Thammasat University in 1973 and being a key leader in the Assembly of the Poor which represents marginalized the rural poor as a collective voice across Thailand which has swarmed Bangkok with tens of thousands of angery farmers more than once. Oh, he is also an ex-communist soldier. Basically, he is a big deal and I interviewed him for two hours and stayed at his house.
This is his house.
It's an almost entirely self-sufficient farm.
Beehive.
Wild pigs will fuck you up. Notice the tusks.
The man himself.
I think the phone card I have sucks or Mom gave me the wrong number. Shit won't go through.
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