I’ve never been on such a wee and noisy aeroplane! It was quite horrible. Need ear plugs going home. We watched our cases getting flung on – don’t worry Win, your family laptop survived!
I do prefer coming into Mae Sot by bus. I missed the excitement of turning off that main road in through the mountaineous ‘trossachy’ road that takes us into Mae Sot.
But what a lovely welcome from Bobo at the airport. He had a tuk tuk waiting to take us to DK Hotel. He’s such a faithful friend to us. When we arrived the porter lads remembered us and put us in the same room we had last year. How on earth do they remember us? We went off to have coffee in the cafe opposite with Bobo to catch up on his news, then the Allen/Lee gang strolled up the street. What a lovely reunion we enjoyed, as you can see from this photo. What you can’t see is that almost as soon as they all sat down to join us, the heavens opened and torrential rain poured down for quite a long time. We had great debate about us having the posh room and we’re off together in an hour to pick up our 8 bikes, then hoping to head up to CDC.
Geoff and David have gone to Tesco to get mosquito spray for the rooms and toilet roll, there’s never enough! Yes, Tesco in Mae Sot.
It’s inspiring to be here with David and Gaynor, Maya, Seth, Imogen and Livvy. It’s incredible that, as a family, they have paid a huge amount of money and given so much of their holiday over to coming to meet our CDC friends and to learn about the Burmese peoples first hand. I find it very very moving to see them here in Mae Sot. Thank you David and Gaynor, Maya, Seth, Imogen and Livvy.
And for me, it is so so good to be back ‘home’ in Mae Sot. This is our 6th year and we feel we know bits of this fascinating town so well. We’re so happy to be here. Magic!
I remember back to our first visit 6 years ago, when a teacher at Hle Bee said to me, “So teacher Sheila, what does Scotland think about what is happening to the Burmese people.” I felt so ashamed. At that time, few knew and less cared. I determined from that point to go home and make sure that I could tell as many people as I could. That was the year the monks marched and the world started to notice. Now wherever I go back home, people know about Burma and mostly through Aung San Suu Kyi. For our first 4 years, it seemed like an invincible brick wall and we could not imagine Burma ever changing. 2 years on, things have STARTED to change. We’ve already been asking how much ….. but that’s for another post….