Another big shout out to all the prolific bloggers. I admire them, but I'm also a bit concerned about their social lives. Of course I don't have one, so I should be a superb blogger. I have to catch up.
So, after trying to start at Austin's arrival in Korat, and realizing the degree of missing detail, I asked him about it; I'll do a little filling in.
One thing about the flight over was he had a can of sunscreen explode in his bag. I hadn't heard of that happening before, and don't recall avoiding aerosol when I've flown. He said it was kind of sticky and greasy; he had to wash everything.
On the streets in Bangkok, there are food stalls everywhere, and they also have markets underground. Probably like an underground parking lot, only a supermarket instead. Austin said he'd be walking around and realize there was a giant grin on his face. Must have been like, "I can't believe I'm actually here!"
In Bangkok, Austin met Matt, a friend of Charlie's, whose brother, Easah, was training at the camp. They are also from England; their father is an environmental scientist, as Austin recalls. More on them later. When Aus left Charlie's, he took the Sky Train (Chicago's El, San Fran's Bart) to Mo Chit; taxi to the bus station there, bus to Korat, drop off at the Mall, where one of the trainers, Ajairn Supap, picked Austin up. "How did he know who you were? Were you wearing a certain color shirt or something?" (lqtm) This was Sunday night as he arrived--training started the next morning.
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