monk chat

market monks. all shopping for orange underpants and hats, maybe.

joren put on his orange shirt to "fit in".

there's something awesome, mysterious and beautiful called monk chat. you can ask them questions and they can practice their english. a list of beth's brilliant questions to follow... (including: do monks ever get kicked out?) (yes)

joren scared a few before any chatting actually happened.

after monk chat, joren though he could hang with the monks, monk style.

some of the monks steered clear.

monk school.

monkey town part 3

we walked down a little back alley and found these guys eating a cabbage head.

and when we thought it couldn't get any better, they got up and started walking around.

monkey and sack. kind of like our friends in oregon, he was looking to see if it would still hold his lunch

beep beep! the pineapple car is here.

high wire monkey.

monkey town, pt 2

just a relaxing afternoon at the temple. no big woo.

free banana frenzy: you can't help but catch the fevah. especially if you really like bananas.

this guy liked to sit in front of the hardware store on the dolly. waiting for free bananas.

uh huh. it was monkey-rific. no other words to describe it.

and one elephant, as well. w-o-w.

monkey town

we spent valentine's day in monkey town, about 3 hours north of bangkok. it has another name (lop buri), but we prefer monkey town. after all, it's all about the monkeys. and the love.


this was the local hardware store. free banana central!

the monkeys were everywhere. sitting on the curbs, crossing the street, on store front awnings, driving cars. hooray for monkey town!

joren at the temple. they give you a stick to keep the monkeys off, if need be. check out the little guy on the left. he looks suspicious to me.

like i said, the stick is for keeping monkeys off. or swinging them in circles, whatever.

you can't shake those little guys off. kind of like the leeches in borneo.(we haven't even TOLD you about borneo yet... there were leeches. and MAYBE i panicked.)

nobody freak out, it's just the littlest monkey of all.

okay, this is what we were really supposed to be looking at. yeah right, with all those monkeys

what could make monkey town even better? yes, chicken foot soup.

monkeys and more

these are more of the monkeys that were swimming in the fountain at the temple. this one's having a small, refreshing sip.

check out the guy in the water, he is SO doing the breast stroke.

this one's pulling his friend back in by the tail.

two of my favorite monkeys

sneaker waves and street meat

awesome island swing...
...collapsing under some american weight

safety first, safety second. you can NEVER turn your back on the ocean. sneaker waves and all.

the folks over here love to use the toilet paper for napkins. if i could teach them ONE THING, it would be about a good, sturdy 2 ply paper napkin.

mmm, street barbecue. mmm, meat in general.

sand and maybe a stolen flag

guy with a shirt on his head oiling his boat


AT, checkin it all out. "reconoitering", as joren would call it. he swears it's a real word. he says his dad says it which proves nothing.






one of my favorite photos. joren and aaron, sunning on the gorgeous beach. sarah, up by the shrub, crouching in the shade. i will add that she was only up there for a little bit and she DOES have sensitive skin.


look at those smiling faces, also check out those sweet boobies in the background.

wow! kid in a basket.

joren and sarah signed up to become thai citizens. i don't remember this photo, so i'm guessing i was drunk and thailand wouldn't let me join up. aaron looks embarassed.

boats and people on boats and also funny hats

crazy animal lids. naturally i chose the owl, on account of the wiseness (also the big eyes). sarah chose the dog, maybe because she has a dog.

joren's mad so we put him on this little boat and sent him out to the sea. or maybe he just looks mad.

more boat time with the tobabens

this is me, happy, since we're not on a refugee boat like the last night "overnight ferry".

this is what happens when you take your eye off the ocean for ONE MINUTE. it eats ONE of each pair.