Trip Start Aug 08, 2009
42Trip End Jun 01, 2010
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I met a boy named Benz yesterday in grade 11. He went abroad to Brazil last year and speaks decent English. After school a whirlwind of events happened. I found myself swept up in all these school events, I felt like I was actually a part of it. I played football after school, although the goals have no nets. There was a table tennis tournament, that I tried and I lost quite badly to the small Thai boys. Then there was cheerleading practice, led by the most flambuoyantly gay guy I've ever seen, stuffed bra and all. Marching band practice was also happening, which brought back bad memories of many attempts at a pinwheel at Garfield. Benz and I went for noodles at the market and after we had finished he asked me, "So you like chicken blood?" I was confused. He then informed that the broth in the noodles was chicken blood. Great. And I also ate a deep fried bird egg. Food over here takes on a whole new meaning. We went to a wat nearby before we went on his motorcycle back home. I found out that the many scrapes he had were from a crash he'd had last week. That's about when I started to get nervous. Sitting on the back of that thing, I was scared to death. I held onto the sides for dear life and I'd tense up everytime he would turn or speed up. He was in disbelief that we don't ride motorcycles a bunch in America. No, you actually have to wear a helmet in America too. I was managing alright though, until we hit 60 and his phone started to ring. At the speed we were going, there was no way he could multi-task. Instead, he took a hand off the bike and it swerved and he answered it. I thought I was going to be road kill splattered all over the place, and he was just chatting on his phone in Thai. I was very glad to be on my own two feet once again..
Today I saw something most people I know wouldn't even imagine. A frog farm. I thought it would be a couple frogs in a pretty pond. It was among the tin shacks that I've described before. There were thousands of frogs all in these concrete basins filled with a tiny bit of water. Fifty thousand frogs, the lady told me. They were all about the size of a quarter. Then we passed the pig farm and to the other side were the frogs that were "ready". They were so unbelievably huge. Most were the size of my face and even bigger. If you waved your hand above all of them, they would start jumping because they thought it was food. It was sad, seeing all these frogs cooped up, waiting to die, in a condition like this with the type of water and food they got. I didn't feel sad though. Seeing those frogs just flinging themselves upwards, jumping and going crazy, I actually had to laugh a little. I've found you can either have a sense of humor about things, or be disturbed by everything you see. It's disturbing, but.. you have to deal with it. Then the man approached me holding cans of deep fried frog meat. Awesome.
I don't know why I thought picking up the language here would be okay. Over the course of a day, I feel that my Thai is improving and I understood something to feeling totally hopeless. It's the most difficult thing I've ever attempted, and I only know about 6 or 7 letters of the alphabet. There's 44 consonants and 33 vowels, and it's a tonal language. That makes English seem like a piece of cake. Nothing huge going on here, thought I'd just write a bit during my free period. Whoever is reading this should email me! I'll write more when something interesting happens.