Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
Just centered this bad boy with a tire iron and a cop came to ask me if he could borrow some tools to fix his motorcycle… He wasn’t a very good mechanic, and I ended up adjusting his carb with the mixture and idle adjustment screws.
The kids are still at TKD…. I feel like a soccer mom waiting for them to finish. A soccer mom in a lowered, black 1971 Kujira Crown.
How I got this is very difficult to explain…
Thanks, Auntie Mika!!
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.
