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Getting back to the village wasn't easy. Our 'bus' was packed. There were over 20 people and it felt so unsafe. On top of that we paid more than we should have because they don't want to negotiate with you when you are a 'guava'. NB. Thai use the word 'farang' to describe westeners but the word 'farang' also means a guave, the fruit. So we started referring to all white people as guavas:).
Coming back to the ride. I was s***ting myself. I could not stop thinking how dangerous it was. Heavy loaded vehicle, long breaking path, accident wating to happen. Even a flat tire could be a disaster. Seeing an overturned lorry on the way did not help. But we surrvived and managed to return to the villave safe and sound.
Returning to familiar surrounding made it so much easier. We didn't feel as alienated as a week ago. And our host family looked genuinely happy to see us back. They joined us after dinner and we spent 2 hours teaching each other Lao/English. It was really nice and we had loads of fun. Muan lai!
Unfortunately, david and I had to prepare a lesson for the next day's morning class. We decided to try to teach directions. I was worried that teaching would inflame my sore throat again. I had progressed to a cough stage that keeps me, and probably everyone else in the house, awake at night. How annoying.
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