Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
So Max and Mina have been taking Tae Kwon Do classes for a couple months now, and recently passed their yellow belt tests. Watching them develop during their daily sessions (6 days a week) really brings back a lot of memories. See if you can spot why:
Max (5 years old):
Mina (3 years old):
Daddy (11 years old?):
Auntie Mika (9 years old?):
Uncle Adam (7 years old?):
Auntie Merin (5 years old?):
Grand Master Yong Shin (our idol):
The Dynamic Duo:
Thank you, god of Nissin.
I’m not sure what the context is, but I like their expressions:
Taken about a month ago at a restaurant barge in Don Wai Floating Market (which is no longer a floating market, but rather a very hot and crowded indoor market crammed with people), on the banks of the Nakhon Chaisri River, Nakhon Pathom province.
UPDATE: Kevin provides dialogue.
Summarized well at the Irrawaddy: Thailand’s Insect Farms Creating a Buzz
I still prefer bacon to fried grasshoppers, but not by much.
Shooting (through) security bars mounted on a temple window in Laos.
Oh, my Gac! Or should I say, fuck cow?
The tree I planted a handful of gac vines under, in a pot, allowed just one enough shade to survive a full year. I’ve only spotted one fruit so far, but I’m looking forward to see if it will fully ripen.
Max and Mina made their own t-shirts at school – I wish they’d made them in my size! The writing under the artwork is their names in Thai script.
