...we stayed to help lay the new floor!
The sand was arriving on Saturday so we went to school and the sand hadn't arrived. About 20 children come to school on Saturday because their parents work and the teachers look after them. Fancy that Forthview? Suddenly there were shouts of, 'SAND... SAND'. The first car of sand had arrived! Here you see in order 1. The bricks with one of the Grade 4 (P7) boys, Bobo. 2. The school tuktuk driver and his daughter and the caretaker filling buckets and bowls of sand and carrying it through to the classroom. 3. The first three bricks are laid, suddenly we had the start of a floor! We were all very happy. 4. The caretaker mops his brow as even they found it hot work and they are used to it. I said, 'It's raining... oh no it's me, I'm raining! as sweat dripped off my brow! as you can see from the pictures. 5. The team on the bit of floor we finished with that load of sand. We are the caretaker, his wife and son, the tuktuk driver and his daughter, 3 lady teachers, our GA and a few friends of the school.
What an amazing experience, probably one of the most amazing experiences of my life! And that is why we missed the bus and we are so glad we did. On a sadder and scarier note, we also went to Phillip's house for a wee scotch after a meal on Saturday night and cycled (yes we hired bikes here!) past the jail, which is like an open cage with bars that you might find at the zoo and around 30 Burmese people were there waiting to be taken back across the Burma border. Just so chilling.
Sadness, separation and fear of the authorities is never far away for the Burmese people in Mae Sot.
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Brilliant- so that's why we had to wait for your next blog... so Ms Wet-T Shirt, Biker Chick and now interior designer cum brickie- OK the HT bit is just extra- and Geoff- piano tuning, musician, lay preacher and also now concrete floor finisher..
It looks good...no more sinking desks and feet...
I think the building team at Mae Sot should spend 2 months each year in Edinburgh and get around doing all our buildings work, earn bags of money and then head back and probably feed themselves, family for a good while and have more besides.. such speed in workmanship..what is wrong with us here?
R
QUOTE "what is wrong with us here?"
Most of us here in the UK think too much of I not enough of us!!!!!
Well done guys!!!! Thats one worry less.
PS. Does anyone else have to re-register every time they post here????
What an incredible journey! I feel quite overwhelmed having read through all your posts.
I don't think any of us could imagine how it feels to be there, but your wee stories have given a little insight.
I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip, and your building services are no longer required ;-)
See you at the airport. Lots of Love,
Adrian
Wonderful story about the floor and seems its been all go since missing the bus! can just imagine you hanging out of the tuk tuk chasing a bus then laying the floor all in Tin Tin style... look forward to the next adventure...Chris
R
Rowena, can you tell Steph, Geoff's sister if you have to re-register every time you post.
Great to hear from all of you. We look forward to seeing comments and connecting with folk back home.
Adrian, we spoke to Rob on yahoo last week, which was lovely.
Off to do next post.
Steph- I do not need to reregister each time but I do need to sign in.
Rowena
Thanks Rowena, I definately have to re-register, must be a family thing as Lyn has to re-register too!!!!! Very odd!!!!
Sorry to all those who have to re-register each time - it must be a 'family thing' as we too have to keep entering our password if we move from the main blog entry section to the comments section!! And there is one such login screen which won't take our password. But when all is said I hope you all find it worth the effort. G
Even with the hastle, it's been more than worth it!!!! I have really enjoyed reading your adventures, and that artist........ he is sooooooooooooo talented!!!!!
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