Sunday, January 18, 2009

More Wanderings


La Nu Nan, Jay and Nathan sporting their new Karen tribal shirts they received as gifts from our brethren in the camps. Jay is Karen and was very helpful in communicating with the "authorities" (not to mention that he is a smooth talker).





One Of those dams I have told you about. This one has a gate- the water never flows over it. Notice the outlet on the left bank.

I discovered that there are 2 Snake Farms in Mae Ram. First I went to the one furthest away. The kids got al the attention. Here they enjoy a Burmese Python. These guys were not the least afraid of any of the snakes.




Medusa?



They only gave me one. For those that know me, this is something I do at home just to irritate my wife. Unlike home, however, these snakes were so used to people they couldn't have cared less.









The way these children seemed so relaxed around the snakes, you'd think they were raised by some.






I visited the pantry :)






Python pantry.







This cobra played the part. It struck this pose with every new arrival, but once I was there for a half minute or so, it was used to me and did not react to my movement. These guys stayed in their cages, of course.








Each of the Snake Farms had a show. They were VERY similar. Lotsa schtick, but entertaining. The cobras gave us all some nice picture-taking poses.









"Snake man" showing some love.




















Python showing off. I do not think it was really mad, although Sankeman would dance around it, which I guess could irritate it. I just don't know. Three or 4 times a day, every day, for how many years? They are actors.










Handler threw the python into the pool and dove in after it. Guy on the mike makes it sound dramatic, like the fellow is being strangled- good facial expression to go along with it.












Between Snake Farms, I saw this pickup pile high with cabbages. It is a common sight- small trucks loaded with some kind of produce.















This one is for Brady and Jayme.
The second Farm had other animals as well (not just snake food). This guy was preoccupied with checking his leg for fleas or something and would not even pay any attention to me.














Peacock.
















A flower for Nahan's ladies.



















Each place had these big concrete rings with a bush inside. All over the bush were these snakes, who seemed to enjoy snuggling.














Interesting sign at the second show. Kinda part of the act, too. They regularly pretend that they are letting a snake go, or they act like they are dropping it when they bring it around to show you. At the first show, they picked on a certain section the whole time and got a huge reaction from them. It was funny.










Touching the cobra on the nose.



















Nice pose.

















Under the hood.























At this place, they at least let us interact (very briefly) with the python.















Well, it's been 7 weeks since I have kissed my wife. Gotta get the attention where you can.















I think this was the coconut snake, or something like that. They would make a big deal about how far these guys could jump...up to 6 meters! (not really) Then after hyping this "fact" and playing around with the box/cage, they would grab a rope and throw it up in the audience. Did this at both shows and it got quite a reaction both times.














They would move around a lot to get some action out of these snakes which probably just wanted to go back in the cage and go to sleep.













On the way home, I found out where the pickup was headed.















Back to my new favorite restaurant, which has a different name if you read this sign.






















Pic for Kate and McKenna.




















Today, I tried some of the San Francisco ice cream. Now, this was REAL ice cream. (ie, American)
























Huge trees all around in northern Thailand. This one next to the restaurant looks just like a mimosa, pods and all, just bigger.












Good-bye for now.

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