"Ya know, Nathan... it might rain Sunday...""Yea... it might... but it never rains ALL DAY here... so we'll be in good shape..."I should've known better than to say something silly like that and tempt the weather to prove me wrong. Mix together my dogmatic weather preditions in this country and our trying to celebrate on the 5th of July instead of the 4th... and karma just chuckles apparently.
So my plans for American football, tug-of-war, water balloon tosses, grilling, fireworks, etc out at the farm were shot when it started raining that morning... and didn't stop for two days. Seriously... in my year here, I've never seen a day when it rained an entire day without stopping.
Tell ya what... here's a brief description of the 3 seasons here:
Rainy Season: June(ish) thru September(ish) - 30 minute to hour-long showers pretty much everyday off and on, temp: 60s-90s
[*I don't mind rainy season... just have to do laundry pretty often to avoid mold... gross]
Cold Season: Sept. thru February - maybe down to 50s at night... up to 70s during the day.
[*Aj. Nathan's favorite time! I get to wear my blazers to class and look all professor-like :) ]
Hot Season: March -June - ...bloody HOT
[thankfully I was in the States for the brute of it]
But anyways... it rained all day, but I was determined to have my 4th of July celebration regardless...

First order of business: Build an ark! Ok... maybe not an ark, but the
S.S. Baht was a fairly solid vessel if you ask me. She floated around the accumulating lake around the teacher house for the better part of a whole day.
After getting drenched going to the foreigner supermarket to buy supplies and getting all the food prepped, it was time to start grillin'!

Also, our grill was broken. Not to let our spirits be 'dampened' (
da-dunk-tsssk! "Ah, thank you..."), I took the rack from it and we began to build a fire under the shed by the school. I started on my own, but I guess guys of all cultures love to play with fire. Soon several people were gathered around stacking, lighting, etc.

Environmentalists would problably freak at the idea of starting a fire with a plastic bottle, but it worked. Enviornmentalists would probably lose their mind in this country anyways.

Before long, I was relieved of my job of building the fire, so I decided to make use of the leftover charcoal and decorate the place.

Finally with a nice (albiet small) fire going, the BBQ chicken went on.

But once again, I was soon relieved of command. "Ajan... we can do..." Apparently they just can't stand to sit there and watch me do it. I'm not sure they get the idea that I really do enjoy it. But oh well... The fire wasn't staying very hot so they kept using cardboard to fan it...

Until Lanunan (clever guy that he is) rigged up a high-tech solution.

About 3 hours later (9:30pm or so), it was finally time to eat. Home-made cheeseburgers, BBQ chicken, chips, soda, watermelon... the works! It actually turned out to be pretty fun. We listened to American music from the laptop, watched a movie after dinner, etc. Kind of a lemons to lemonade type thing.

And of course... ICE CREAM! The local place in our village made us a couple kilos in that metal keg-looking thing, so everybody had more than their fair share.

"Dr. Love" (Jay... one of my students from last year) came to visit for the weekend, so it was really great to see him. He once told me if he ever got a girlfriend, he would take her to buy a hamburger. Apparently, hamburgers are the perfect symbol of love:
I would tell the whole story, but I don't remember exactly. Something about this old couple who he saw splitting a hamburger, and the man letting the woman eat first. He asked them why they didn't just cut it in half or get their own... Come to find out, they only had one pair of dentures to split between to the two of them! This promped Jay to think that the hamburger is the perfect love food. "It takes both pieces of bread to make a hamburger... with only one piece, it's not a hamburger..." I miss Jay. :)
In other news from Jay, he's currently at a university up here getting certified as a teacher. He plans to build and run a school up on the border to help the poor people up there close to his home. Last week, he called Erika asking for advice on how to write a letter to a queen. A few days ago, he heard from one of the Queen's secretaries that the Queen of Thailand might be interested in helping fund and build his school when he finishes university, so he is writing a letter to Queen Sirikit this week telling of his plans. This is pretty exciting for all of us. We love to see Legacy graduates doing something on a big scale. It makes teaching at a small language school with less than 20 students really seem worth it sometimes.
Until next time...
Peace and 'burgers!
~Nathan Kimmons
Chiang Mai, Thailand
14 July, 2152