This isn't Africa, it's defiantly still Thailand. But that is the name of a song that the 140 kids at English camp enjoyed jumping up and down and screaming to. Whats that you say? You thought I was teaching in a small school just outside Chaing Rai, not a large summer camp in Chaing Mai? I may have told you that, and at the time that was certainly the plan. However the minute we got out the car at the school we got a phone call asking us to get back into town to get a bus over to Chaing Mai to help at a 2 day English camp.
I'm not too sure English camp is what I would have called it. Enforced dancing camp might have been better. And I don't know that after 2 days being able to say Hello, my name is ____, my teacher is Bee/Simon/Diana/Louise/Toni/Matthew/Sarah is terribly productive. But they can all do the YMCA, so will fit right into the social scene at Butlins.
The school we stayed at there was not so great, the previous volunteers that stayed there moved out after engaging in epic battle with a scorpion. We actually had a nice night there, going to a nice we local restaurant-y hut type affair down the road for rice and some Sangsom, before heading back for some cards. Just got bitten to near death by mosquitoes and freaked out by numerous bug carcasses in the shower...
Spent the Weekend in Chaing Mai with the other volunteers and scorpion conquerers. Went out of the evening to a Thai reggie bar (yes). Next day was pretty chilled, kicked about looked at some more temples ate some noodles. We went to the Night Baazar, which has many beautiful things. Not least an enormous blue LED Christmas tree in the food court.
Today we went in a tourist tour tm. We started at an orchid farm. Which didnt have an amazing amount of orchids I thought. The pocket guide to Thiland would have you believe that Chaing Mai is bursting with them.. I must have come at the wrong time of year. Luckily for fools like me, they laqure fresh ones and sell them as jewelry, to love and admire all year round. Of course.
Then we has a wee trip down the river on a bamboo raft.
Bamboo rafts are surprisingly robust.
Conviniently located next to the rafting was elephant riding. Which was a pretty wobbly experaince.
We went up to a villiage, which we were lead to believe was a tribal hill villge, but was more a few huts and some elderly ladies trying to sell woven handbags by shouting HELLO at us at great length.
We went white water rafting after that though, that was good. As was swimming by a waterfall.
Suitably touristed out (I have so many pictures of elephants and orchids) we are heading back to our wee rural school tomorrow, to give more children the gift of YMCA know how....
Wish us luck.