Oldies but goldies...

ok, so since most of what we're (well, me) are up to here in Oz-terr-alia revolves around working, getting ready for work, watching television, having a few beers after television, rinsing, repeating, I'll try and spice up the old blog with a few of the odder antics we got up to pre-australia, which, due to (and isn't this a long sentence!) one reason or another weren't covered here before.

#1 - we get tricked into teaching primary school english...

So you know when you wake up? and you're in a tiny Thai town, the name of which completely eludes you, but you can see the bridge over the river kwai from the window of your floating bungalow/shack? And you've spent the night before on a mad dash around the town with a canadian lesbian looking for bad live music? Yeah?

Well then you'll know that at 8 in the morning you're due to head off on a bike ride with a local guide. Anyway, what you mightn't know is that this guide will unexpectedly lead you into a school, get you to park your bikes & introduce you to a class of 7-9 year olds, and get you to teach them english.

You won't have a clue what to do, and will end up sitting on the floor, surrounded by hysterical thai children who can only say 'I am seven (or nine) years old!' They'll say this over and over again, increasing in pitch and volume, until you will not know just what the hell is going on. This will not help the pain in your head. You decide it will be fun to do animal noises (hey, it seems to make them laugh), and rather than teach them english, you will teach them what donkeys, lions and crows say. They'll do this. lots.

You're welcome, teacher who has to take that class back afterwards!

More Later...