Dear Friends

Hey there,

Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes and made donations to CLC in my name. I am actually very behind in emails right now (I've been busy and got a rash of emails on my birthday!) and I am planning to get back to all of you within the next couple of days. I just want you to know that your kindness has not been overlooked and it's great to have so much support even after I have been gone for so long.

I promise I will get back to all of you very soon!

Wat Tamwua

This weekend I finally realized my year-long dream of going on a meditation retreat. I am not sure if only a weekend can be considered a “retreat”, but it was all the time that I could spare. On Friday I packed a bag and headed to Mae Hong Son on a personal pilgrimage. Wat Tamwua was about an hour north of the city and an easy bus ride away. I had noticed it coming back from Pai and decided to check it out.

Wat Tamwua is a beautiful forest monestary set close enough to the road to be reachable but far enough away so that you are officially in the middle of nowhere. After getting dropped off I walked through a serene forest for about thirty minutes until I came to the place. Described in the Rough Guide as a “country club”, I don't think that the description is really fair. But I can see why it was described as such, for the place was really beautiful and seemed much nicer then simple monks should be allowed to enjoy. But it is a natural beauty that haunts the place, and one can hadly blame a monk for having good natural taste.

Right when I arrived, I met Miguel. Miguel is a Spaniard who came to spend a few days at Wat Tamwua and wound up spending more then ten days there, with no plans for leaving until his visa runs out. He and I became fast friends. His strong, friendly Spanish accent made me smile and quickly bite my tongue before I asked him if he came to the place seeking a six-fingered man.

The Monestary had a rule agaist eating after the noon hour, and I expected that this would extend to drinks, like Ramadan for Mulims. I did not-- I was brought to the main house where I met Laung Thai, the main monk, and Sanaa, a secondary Monk. Sanaa's name was really east for me to remember, Laung Thai told me with a laugh that he had his name for “a long time”, and that's how I remembered it. I had a coffee and was then shown to my room, or rather my mansion. Although there was plenty of room, I was put into a massive space with a private toilet, which was hardly what I was expecting. I was ready to move in permanently at that very moment.

The schedule was also a nice surprise. I had expected to be woken at 4, but instead we were allowed to sleep in until 7. We were immediately fed a light breakfast, after a ceremonial offering of food to the monks. Normally, monks will leave each morning with their begging bowls to collect alms-- a monk can not eat anything that is not given to him. We would gather with bowls of rice in a line and the monks would come and walk down the line as we would spoon rice into their bowls. They would say a prayer and we would head to the kitchen to eat.

There were four westerners-- Miguel and I, plus an Israeli women named Tamar and a dreadlocked Californian hippie named Adam. (When asked what country he was from he said “California”. Oh, how I don't miss America.) In addition, there was a group of women who came from Burma. None of them spoke English or even Thai, so their story I got third and forth hand from Miguel, who told me that they had slipped over the border and staying here rather then at a refugee camp. They were extremely sweet women, ranging from a little girl who looked about 12 to an older women whose teeth had long fallen out. These women would cook meals, wash, and when they were feeling generous they would let me help.

There were also two other monks whose name I did not catch. One was a little boy who was given the option of being a monk or a soldier. I felt that he chose correctly, but it's a hard decision for someone so young to make. He also was learning Thai and Miguel was teaching him enough English to greet the foreigners.

There were three guided meditations every day. In the morning we would go to the “Buddha Cave” which was a short hike up the nearby mountain, and it pictured here. There was a panorama of the Buddha's life complete with a statue of his enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. There we did standing and walking medications. In the afternoon we had guided meditations and personal instruction, and at night there was chanting and more meditation. I can't say that I had any miracles of enlightenment while I was there, but it was really relaxing. What was most interesting was learning about monastic life. Although I am not sure how authentic it was, it was probably as authentic as I will ever be able to see. I was grateful to the monks for opening their home to us and especially to me, a woman.

Back in Yemen, I used to complain at two of my Muslim male friends, Tamar and Derrik, about women covering. If they couldn't handle looking at women, I would tell them, then that was their problem and it was wrong to make women cover head to toe in black or spend their lives in the kitchen just because men can't control themselves. I suggested that their either wear veils over their own eyes or lock themselves up rather then doing this to the women.

In the monestary I discovered that this is exactly what the men did. Because they were worried that feelings of desire would arise, monks live away from society in groups of men and don't allow women to touch them, sit close to them, or allow themselves to be alone with a woman. Unlike my Yemeni friends, men would take the burden on themselves and women were allowed to frolic lustfully around Thailand, provided that they left the men in orange alone. I also discovered that this was just as annoying, if not more, then the alternative that I found in the Middle East.

Rather then being hidden, I was treated as a leper. And because this was their house I had to abide by their rules, which meant that many areas (the best areas) were off-limits to me after dusk. So while Miguel was able to hang out with the monks all night-- typing up translations for westerners and chilling with them in the meditation cave-- me and my feminine wiles were banished to my mansion to sulk. During the day I could talk with the monks but only if another man was present and only if I sat more then an arm's length away. If I wanted to give something to a monk (like a pen) I had to place it on the floor or give it to Miguel to hand to them. It was enough to make me think about digging out my scarf, veil, and balto just to sit among them as a big black meditating blob.

What I didn't understand is how the monks (one of which had meditated for three weeks without sleep and the other having meditated for ten hours a day for ten years) had strong enough minds to maintain mindfulness for days at a time and yet could not be with me for three hours after dark without losing control. (Especially ME, with my gray hair, sweaty, smelly clothes and bug-bitten legs.)

I am planning to go back soon. Next week I have to do a visa run (has it been a month already?) and I think that I will visit the week after. It was truly a home away from home. I just hope that I get a smaller room.

Happy Birthday to Me!

As some of you know, and as some of you have just learned, today is my birthday. I had a nice birthday, my flatmate Katrina woke me a little cake garnished with Oreos and two temple candles, and tonight we released a fire-kite. I would have taken a picture of it, but it was to dark. It was a little mini hot-air balloon. There is a torch at the bottom, you set the torch on fire, it fills the balloon and the thing floats away. He wrote wishes and blessings on it and sent it up.

As for my birthday, some of you have kindly offered to send me packages or gifts. I really appreciate it, but really I have just about everything I need here in Mae Hong Son! However, if you really want to send me something, it would mean a lot to me if you made a donation to the organization that I work with, the Ban Nai Soi Community Learning Center, to help keep the school running smoothly and help the kids that I am staring to think of as my family. You can make a donation here.

The nice thing about donating is that 100% of the money will go to the school. Any donation that you make will probably go to food for the kids (about $5 feeds everyone for a day) or perhaps will go to buy blankets and sweatshirts for the cold season that Thailand is having now. Or, maybe it will be used to buy a bag of cement that will allow the students to make mud bricks and build a new classroom so that we can help even more students next year! It might go to buy supplies, such as the new notebooks that the boys received and are showing off below. The “worst” case scenario is that it will go to pay off some debts that the school acquired when it was built. But the nice thing is that the money will go to help the school-- there is no overhead here. And every little bit that you can give will help-- CLC was initially built with only $10,000, and much of that was for the purchase of the land.

If you do give money, I won't know that you gave it-- but it would really mean a lot to me if you did. The students are taking wonderful care of me and helping them will be helping me. I am very excited about working at the school and I am very excited about how my 31st year is starting out. CLC is exactly the place that I have been looking for for the last two years.

So as a birthday present, please whip out your calculators and figure out how much money I just saved you (don't forget shipping!) and send it this way. Thank you to everyone for your support and love during this time, and I wish you all a very happy and peaceful New Year.

(I know it's been a while since an update, one is coming I promise...)

First Day of Teaching

As the title indicates, today was my first day of teaching at CLC. I have three classes, one with a group of level one students who have been studying English for about five months. I am also teaching Social Studies to some level 3 students (although they are sort of false beginners, because they have never had a native English teacher before, or a teacher who can speak with much skill) as well as to a level 2 class.

My students are bright and eager and incredibly fun to teach. I like my level 1 class in particular, which is a class with eight women and two men-- a welcome change from the reverse situation that I often found at MALI. But what really won my hearts was when I asked them what they wanted to do when their class at CLC was finished in a year. I ask all my students this question, and was used to either a money-oriented answer that I got at Yemen or a totally non-committal answer that I got in Samoa. Instead, these kids spoke with excitement about going to university when their time at this school was finished. When asked about what they wanted to study, their answers varied from talk about being a nurse to studying community development. All the girls expressed a desire to return to their village or refugee camp to help their communities. Some of them talked about coming back to CLC to become teachers. And they all had a strong desire to peacefully better the situation that they were in. It was an inspiring start to the school year.

Without question, Rosy is competing for my affections as my favorite student. Rosy is an incredible girl. Only sixteen, her father started this school two years ago and then suffered a major motorcycle accident which left him incapacitated for a few months as he had surgery. He had already sunk his life savings into the school but without him there was no one to run it. His wife was willing but she spoke no English to talk with the NGO's that supported the school. So the responsibility fell on his fourteen-year-old daughter, who was one of the schools first students.

Although her father is almost fully recovered, Rosy serves at both star student and Academic Dean (and does a hell of a lot better job then the 30+ Academic Dean at MALI, I might add.) She plans the classes, sets out the schedule, coordinates the volunteers (it was her that I spoke with when I was coming up) and even schedules shopping visits into town to buy blankets and sweatshirts for the students that need them.

When I asked Rosy about what she wanted to do, she spoke with passion about the future of the school and her plans for it. Rosie plans to study education and community development at University and then turn right around and continue the running of the school. She is very aware that this school is one of the limited opportunities that people of Burmese, Kareni, Chan (and other ethnic groups that are being persecuted in Burma) have to get a decent education. Without this school, they would not receive any education at all. Without an education, they are at high risk of becoming one of the thousands of workers who slave in sweatshops, mines, or who turn to prostitution. To risk a clique, while most girls her age are covering their walls with teen-band posters and worrying about who will as them to the prom Rosy is more concerned about the future of the people around her and weather her friends are warm enough at night and are getting enough to eat. Needless to say, I have no questions about leaving Yemen and the USA and coming to this place.

And while I was working on this, I heard a chanting and went out to investigate. I crashed a Chinese class in progress that was being given by one of the other students, Parn. It was standing room only as the students eagerly repeated the sounds of the different Chinese characters. Even after 5 hours of school and 3 hours of work and chores the students still found the energy to sit down and learn yet another language in addition to the Burmese and English that they are currently tacking. I was amazed and their devotion and energy and hoped that I would be able to match it.

The Ghost Princess

Sabrina (my house mate) went on a walk today to check out the banana trees. The poor girl had been having a hard time due to the fact that she is vegetarian and for a few days could only eat the rice that was served. (I was fine with it, more food for me) Fearing she would get scurvy, she went looking for fruit or vegetables and found instead a small house on top of the hill. She was surprised to find the small, lighted house complete with a bed and came and asked me about it. I didn't know, and after seeing it, I was just as confused, so we went and asked the daughter of the man who owns this place, Rosie.

Rosie is a sixteen-year-old girl, giggly and shy as one might expect a girl of her age to be. After asking her, she quickly told us that she would explain, and that these were her beliefs and that she did not expect us to agree or believe if we didn't want to. She told us that 400 years ago, there was a Chan Princess that was married to a Karen prince. They both lived and died on the grounds that the school was built on. Although Rosie didn't know very much history about the prince and princess, she did tell us that nothing had been built on that land since they lived there because the land was haunted by the spirit of the princess. Regardless, the school was built two years ago and the founder believed that because his intentions were pure the princess would not mind.

Shortly after this, the people living at the school started to have bad, violent dreams. One of the volunteers actually woke to see a woman with long, black hair pull open her mosquito net and then disappear. After this, the family decided that something had to be done. They built a small house for the ghost of the princess to live, as well as a small house on the left for her servants to care for her, and a house on the right for her soldiers to protect her.

In the house is everything that the princess might need. There is a bed, and a mirror because the princess was very beautiful and would probably like to look at her. There is a bow, because her prince was a hunter and seeing the bow would remind her of him. And every Tuesday (unless she is menstruating), Rosie will go to the house and leave an offering of food, tea and water, but no meat-- the princess doesn't eat meat. Around the house are bricks which Rosie told us were 400 years old-- from the time that the princess lived. Like most spirit houses in Thailand, the house is built on the best piece of land. It is on the top of a hill where one can see the fields of rice and other plants, the river, and the mountains beyond. The view and the house compete to be the most beautiful thing there.

To get to the house, there is a gate that is guarded by tiger and something that we think is a giant. Rosie said that it was a “big person” with large teeth, and used her fingers to show us, looking like she was describing Kyle Bannoff, the rabbit from the Cave of Eternal Peril, with its “nasty big pointed teeth.” Whatever it is, if you cross the gate with bad intentions, then the tiger or the lion will cause you to have bad dreams. One person went through the gate on a motorbike and quickly had an accident, and so I guess that sometimes the tiger and the giant work in more direct ways.

The night, I had very bad dreams-- in one dream I was in an argument with another person that became so fierce that I actually screamed at the person using my actual voice and woke myself up. Later, when going to the gate, I stumbled and hurt my toe just as the gate came into view. This made me worry-- was I a bad person? Were my intentions not pure? I got to the house and explained to the princess that I was only here to help and got back unhurt. Hopefully we have reached an understanding now and and Princess will send me good dreams tonight.

Nai Soi Village

The owner of the school sort of ticked me off today-- there was a “Children's day” celebration and I was under the impression that he was going to be with his son who attends one of the local schools. At around 11:30 I finally noticed that the population of the school went from about 20 to about 5. I noted this in my journal and then went off to investigate. The kids that were left told me that they had gone to town on “Children's day” and that they were all off doing competitions and having a good time while we (the new volunteer, Sabrina, and I) were left with nothing to do. Sabina showed up yesterday. She's from Germany, and she is really neat. I am glad that we get along because we are going to really be depending on each other! We already have a few trips planned and I think that her being here will make this experience a lot more fun. (Don't worry Sonia, you are still my main bitch.) I was ticked because I would have loved to go.

Now I had gone to “town” the day before-- “town” being just two small shops and a school and no one who could speak English. I had told the owner of the school that I was going and he let me go reluctantly. However, later he had a change of heart and decided to send a student after me on a motorbike. The student found me just as I was coming out of the first shop. I went back with her and told the owner that he didn't really have to send students after me, and that I was capable of walking a kilometer by myself. He told me that he was worried about my safety. I thought, but did not say, that if was so concerned about my safety then perhaps he should have sent an extra helmet along with the students who went to pick me up. Ironically, riding back with her without a helmet was about 100 times more dangerous then just walking home. I was told that there had a been a teacher who was killed-- I found out later that not only was she Thai, she had been killed in the other side of the country. Being told that I couldn't walk alone in this area was ludicrous after Chicago, Yemen, and even Samoa (where the dogs would attack you. Here, they can't be bothered to even raise their heads.)

So I grabbed Sabrina and dragged her with me to the village. She insisted that we tell someone that we were leaving, so we obediently found and adult that couldn't speak English and told her where we were going, and she smiled at us and waved us off. In town, we had a giggle as the “dangerous” townspeople first looked surprised to see us then waved eagerly. Sabrina told me that being so close to the border was a dangerous spot, according to the web, but according to our own four eyes it looked about as hazardous as my living room. A helicopter did buzz by, however, to warn us that we were only 10km from the border in an area that was one of the larger smuggling zones for heroine as well as being under the jurisdiction of more then one impromptu army.

Sabrina bought laundry soap and I found instant coffee (the mornings here are feezing!) and we wandered a bit more, looking for our kids. We didn't find our kids, but we did find a Thai school that was having a celebration. There was a dance competition, which consisted of a bunch of little asian kids hopping around. Another game included a orange eating contest of some sort, shown here. Sabrina was immediately approached by a little girl who first gave her name as a series of unlearnable Thai sylables, and miracously became “Mary” when it became clear that we didn't have the skills to master her name. Our 11-year-old guide took as around and introduced us to the teachers and showed us her classroom. Hopefully, we will be able to teach at the Thai schools at some point. I, for one, would be very interested. They had Buddhism as part of their curriculum (which both horrified me as a libral who believes that religion should be kept out of the school and fascinated me as a budding Buddhist) with a poster that showed different historical images of the Buddha and diagrams showing how to pray, or whatever you do before a Buddhist statue.


We had an impromptu English lesson, where Mary showed us her name and my own in English and Thai. After seeing the students struggle with “Sabrina”, I am glad that I have a short, easy name (although I wish it wasn't the same name as the Korean dictator). After that, we came home where we were glad to find that we weren't missed.

A Bermese-Thai Scattergood!

(Sorry, no pictures yet, something is screwy with my camera and it deleted all the pictures that I took this morning.)

I got my placement! I decided to go for something a little more remote, and remote is what I got. I have been asked to be a little vague determining where I am, but it is safe to say that I am about 10 km from the northern part of the border. I am near a small village and I am living in a community school which reminds me a lot of Scattergood Friends School, my high-school boarding school. The place caters to students who very not able to attend high school due to either their lack of funds or their status as an illegal resident. The founder of the school wants to give these students a real chance, so he teachers them different trades and encourages English so that they will be able to get a job in either a different country or in a government office. There are about 32 students and ten teachers, and I am even getting another westerner who will come tomorrow to split my students with.

I have a little room in a mad-brick house. Mud-bricks are made of up sand, clay and cement (People tend to drop the ends off of words so it took me a while to realize that he was saying “cement” and not “semen”, which gave me some interesting and disturbing pictures in my mind). The school will allow people to supply the sand, clay and cement and will make the bricks for them, selling them at 3 baht a pop (about 1 penny, I think. I still haven't quite figured out the exchange rate around here.) There's also a garden, numerous amounts of cats and dogs who are well-treated, and a field of rice-paddies that surround it, complete with picturesque burmese tending them.

To get here, I had to take a very long and sickening ride of Mae Sot to Mae Sariang. We rode in the back of a pickup that had been enhanced with a roof and two benches that ran along the sides. After 6 hours of this, I hopped gratefully into an air-conditioned bus that took me to Mae Hong Son. Upon arriving in the nearest large city, I was met by three of my future students who rode up on their motorbikes looking like they had just flown in from a recent Anime movie. The two girls wrestled by duffle onto theirs and the boy took me on his. They had helmets, but had neglected to bring me one which made the forty-minute bike ride to the site a bit terrifying. After about ten minutes I managed to calm down enough to enjoy myself and watched the dizzying display of stars above my head as we zoomed through the night. The only sign of human life was the well-maintained road and the constant stream of signs that warned of a sharp left, a sharp right, or a zigzag ahead. Fortunately my driver was a very competent biker and got me here okay.

Sarah, I am afraid that I am not going to be seeing you here. A huge cockroach found its way into my bag about five minutes after I put them down. The bugs here are terrifying... the cockroaches have angry yellow stripes down their backs and there is a spider in the corner with two legs sticking out and that's enough to keep me away from that part of the room. But, I also made friends with a little yellow and white cat who slept in my blankets curled up with me last night. I told him that he could stay provided that he took care of the bugs. Which he does, the problem is that he keeps killing the ones outside and bringing them in to eat them. We're going to have to have a little talk.

Love It Here!

(This is an old blog entry, but I haven't had a chance to get to a computer. Also, you will notice that the pictures have nothing to do with what I am talking about. Sorry about that. But Sarah always bitches when I don't include pictures. The pictures of just of the temples that I saw, except for the first shot which is of a fruit stand.)

I have been in Mae Sot for about two days now and I really like it a lot! It is a trendy little Thai town that is made up of about 80% Burmese. It's gotten to be a very popular hangout, mostly due to a book called “Restless Souls” that was released a few years back and sent people running to this town. Because of this, it has a lot of nice restaurants, hippie-ish guest houses yet still a lack of any English, probably because the majority of the people who live here are Burmese and having enough of a problem just learning Thai.

Compared to other counties that I have been to, this country has a lot of dignity. People don't honk at you, people don't run out of their houses to scream “welcome” at you (which sounds endearing, I know, but it gets annoying really really quickly. The streets are clean which is a miracle considering that finding a garbage can around here is a challenge within itself.

People wear helmets when riding their motorbikes, although not everyone does which tells me that wearing a helmet is recommended but not the law-- and which also tells me that a lot of people here think about their health and think ahead.

Another thing that I found in Mae Sot (actually, I found many of these) was a bookstore. Although everything was in Thai and Burmese, I wandered in one for a while picking up the translated copies of Harry Potter and flipping though Thai comic books before I realized why the site was so odd to me-- I haven't really seen a bookstore in the last two years that didn't sell only religious texts. There was a rather sizable religious area in one of the stores, but it was obviously secondary to the main use of the place. I have seen many people reading in coffee shops and on buses. I am looking forward to teaching students because I think that it will be much more fun and challenging. I have been told that my students will have issues with critical thinking, but I am finding that hard to believe compared to me previous students.

Finally, there are three temples (wot) in Mae Sot, but they have actually been a bit of a disappointment. They are beautiful, but the places are not very well kept up. One of them is actually a major traffic point between two major areas of town, and I have only seen one person actually there to use the temple grounds as something other then a tunnel, and I wasn't sure how he was managing to concentrate with all the motorbikes wizzing by him. The temples are pretty dirty, with the statues covered with dirt and bird feces. I was tempted to head over with a cloth and some water. I am also a little shy around the temples because they are the homes to numerous Monks who are not allowed to be around women. I feel bad stomping around on their home knowing that my presence might make them scurry into hiding.

Safe in Mae Sot

Sorry, no pictures yet, I have been just wandering around and getting oriented. (Get it, "ORIENT-ed"? Ha, ha.)

So I am no anthropologist, but I think that I can safely say that Thailand is a lot different from Yemen. It is less organized but a lot cleaner. The big difference is that it seems to be be a lot more productive... other then mothers who are sitting around watching their children, everyone is doing something. Gone are the qat chewers, and the only people who seem to be partaking in the local and plentiful beer are the older male tourists. There are women everywhere, including women scooting around on the scooters that everyone rides here. If I stay in Bangkok (please remember that upon arriving in Sanaa I immediately decided that I was going to reside there) then I have got to get one of those bikes!!

Unlike Sanaa, NO ONE speaks English here. Before going to Yemen I studied Arabic very hard and frankly it turns out that I wasted my time. Most of my attempts to speak to the shopkeepers in Arabic were rewarded with an answer in English. Here, it is the opposite. Although I know not one word of Thai, I have not met anyone who is able to respond with more then a "yes" or a "no", even at the more touristy places like the bus station. All the signs are in Thai and the words are mushed together so it's impossible to even learn from the bilingual signs, apart from the first letter. This has been the more disorienting thing that I have had to face since I got here.

But, it can't be too bad since I made it to Mae Sot from Bangkok, a trip of 7 hours. Here I seem to be the only Westerner and yet no one seems to notice me, which at first was really nice but I am starting to get a little lonely. Gone are the cat calls, the "hey babys" and people attempting to show off what little English they know in hopes of getting my attention. A few little kids said "hi, hi" with smiles and a mother at a restaurant that I stopped at encouraged her daughter to say "Good morning" to me but that's about it.

So other then the language barrier I am very impressed. Would you believe that there is a limited amount of bugs? The weather is hot and muggy but I am in my Samoan clothes so I am fairly comfortable. There are yellow-robed monks wandering around everywhere and three temples in town, but they appear closed. I did find the Muslim area of town and had a laugh at the girls wearing colorful headscarfs jetting around on scooters, looking quite different from the black ghosts of Sanaa. I have to admit that seeing the Arabic text on the mosque gave me a feeling of comfort, at least I could catch the word "Allah".

Anyway, I just wanted everyone to know that I am safe and sound. I am going to get some more sleep and then I will write again soon.

OK, So I lied

Ok, so the last post wasn't actually the last post from Yemen, you get one more. Who'd have thought that the Yemen International Airport would have free internet access and I have about two hours to spare.

So for your enjoyment, here is one of the last pictures of me and Sonia together, taken with a camera cell phone which emplains the quality. The guest house went for rather boring to very boring when the cable went out with 2006, and so we were forced to go to Derrik's to watch TV. Afterwards we had a send-off at the Hawaii club so that I could smoke my last shesha.

As for my trip, so far so good. Although I was overweight by about 19 kgs, they didn't seem to notice or maybe decided it wasn't worth it to try and communicate this to me with our shared vocabulary of 20 words. The women did point at my bags and say a few things but I just blinked and smiled and she shrugged and booked them to Bangkok. (Hopefully the baggage handlers who have to read the label know more English then she did.

I should be on a plane in about two hours. I will write when I get to Bangkok!

Goodbye, Yemen!

(The title is a play on "Goodbye, Lenin!" although that is sort of hard to catch, I realize.)

This is my last post that I will entering from Sanaa, Yemen. If it's not, then I am going to be really, really, really pissed at Gulf Air. The last few days have been a whirlwind of packing, lunches and quality time with my soon-to-be ex-roomate Sonia (who, contrary to how I like to paint her in my blog posts, is a very kind, gentle, caring, sweet, and cute person and is NOT a little bitch princess) as well as my cat, Shouf, who has already ditched me for a life of chasing moths in the garden.

Sonia actually talked me into getting my eyebrows done, which is a feat that others who might consider themselves greater then her have never been able to accomplish. Tonight we are going to have a send-off shesha party tonight at my favorite place, the Hawaii club, and I have one more goodbye lunch to get through. My baggage tips the scales at 30Kgs (only 10kgs overweight). I am good to go and I am both excited and terrified. Considering that I don't have a job, this is the scariest step that I have taken since I walked into my boss's office at Microsoft and told him that I was going to some place called Samoa.

I am going to miss this place, sort of. I have learned a lot here and most of all I am grateful to MALI for pulling me out of Samoa and giving me this chance to move on. By the way, if you are going to be working at the Modern American Language Institute in Sanaa, Yemen (MALI) then please shoot me an email and I will tell you all about this place.

Wish me luck and I will post as soon as I can get to a computer in Thailand...

(And yes, Sonia, I love my eyebrows.)