Mud and my motor bike.

It is a long time since I blogged. I continue to over-use the word "fascinating" to describe living and working in Mae Sot.

Yesterday I followed a young Spanish woman to her learning centre - Light School - where she has volunteered as an English teacher for nearly two years now. I followed her because I could not find the school even though it is only 15minutes bike ride from Mae Sot. I followed on my motor bike. Off we went, down sois (lanes), through the cow market (naturally, very smelly), slithering and sliding through puddles and potholes of mud and dung I suspect. One of these days I will fall into the sludge but, thank goodness, not yesterday - not into that dung. Claudia led the way through the fields of rice paddies and I was reminded of Julia Roberts in Eat Love Pray. It truly was beautiful if I took my eyes off the track. I thought I would return on my own via the road. Bad decision! It not only had more stinking mud and huge potholes but I had to avoid the tethered cows. They were huge but I did find they were unimpressed with my efforts and ignored me. How often do I remind myself that life is an adventure.