Nupo Bible School

After a bone jarring pothole slamming last stretch of road we skidded to a stop beside a bamboo hut- the Bible School. We slept on the bamboo stage under mozzie nets and it was relatively comfortable even though Jenny had turned into a baby zombie by that time.

In the morning, the village rose with the chickens and we could hear the muslim prayer call echoing from the valley as well as see the orange robed Buddhists monks chanting as they walked in single file. Josh was difficult to wake and I could hear the villagers say to the Thai pastors, 'oh your poor friends must be tired from the travel'.
After breakfast of noodles, we went to pay a visit to the village cheif. He was surprisingly young- the Karen elect their cheifs based on education among other traits- and he was the only born-again Christian in the village he led.

We heard some of his struggles, he invited my church to return and partner in ministry there and we prayed for his family, especially his new baby. Fairly important meeting, I thought.

Burmese Refugee camp- on the road.

On monday Jenny, Josh and I- the triple j team are going to a camp. It is 4-5 hours drive to Mae sot and then another 4-5 up the mountains to the camp where displaced Karen people live.



Ive heard the road up there has 1992 bends in it so I've packed drammamine!

New digs

Due to a sudden shuffle in the office accomodations, I suddenly found myself with a week to find a new place to live. Thanks be to God, provider of last minute accomodations for impoverished females, I now have a cute little townhouse I'm sharing with two others.
Amazingly, a flood of gifts has also ensued and almost all my plates & cups were free, thanks to Albert who moved back to the States, and Jeow, my Thai friend who just loved this brown ceramic set so much she bought too many and has given me the extra.
The house is still kind of bare, but we have extra mattresses for visitors to crash out on!





And backyard i share with my neighbours who happen to be my friends already.