After slaving away at the orphanage and a fun Friday
night out in Bangkok, it was finally time to do some proper relaxing. My next
week with the organization Greenway took me to Hua Hin, a town 3 hours south
west from Bangkok.
The whole six-hour drive was on the back of a truck that had become our main transportation vehicle. Oh how I loathed that drive, but little did I know that there was a lot worse of that yet to come… More on that topic in the next post. We stayed in really cool luxury tents, which looked rather like little huts than something you’d take with you on a camping trip. The beds were a lot better than the ones in Singburi, and there was even a hot (ok, warm) shower, the first in two weeks!
The program consisted of a mixture of sightseeing shopping and volunteering in the mornings and leisure time at the beach in the afternoons. Although we went to a different beach almost every day, they were all far from the typical image that pops into your head when you think of Thailand. You could basically find beaches like these in nearly any maritime European country. But honestly, laying on my chair under the umbrella, sunglasses fixed, listening to my favorite tunes, I couldn’t have cared less.
The whole six-hour drive was on the back of a truck that had become our main transportation vehicle. Oh how I loathed that drive, but little did I know that there was a lot worse of that yet to come… More on that topic in the next post. We stayed in really cool luxury tents, which looked rather like little huts than something you’d take with you on a camping trip. The beds were a lot better than the ones in Singburi, and there was even a hot (ok, warm) shower, the first in two weeks!
The program consisted of a mixture of sightseeing shopping and volunteering in the mornings and leisure time at the beach in the afternoons. Although we went to a different beach almost every day, they were all far from the typical image that pops into your head when you think of Thailand. You could basically find beaches like these in nearly any maritime European country. But honestly, laying on my chair under the umbrella, sunglasses fixed, listening to my favorite tunes, I couldn’t have cared less.
One morning, I got to teach English to a class
of 14-year-olds, which I enjoyed even more than the last time at the orphanage.
We started out with numbers and colors, and then we went on to body parts (you
guys might know the song: “ head, shoulders, knees and toes, eyes and ears and
mouth and nose, head, shoulders, knees and toes” etc.) Next we did animals and
finally we even managed to play a short game of hangman. You really noticed the
difference between the school and the orphanage (sadly, I forgot to ask if it
was a private school), the class was much more attentive and the whole school
seemed more organized.
