The original plan was to use the back of the truck as a metal tent but our hosts would not hear of it and we were put up in a recently constructed concrete block house next to the home of our eldest child.(for the rest of this write up I will refer to him as Sam)
Boon slept over on the first night before taking a lift , with some of the village ladies who go to work in a clothes factory,into Nan the next morning.
It had been an early start to the day, 5.30am. Such is life in the village that rises with the sun. After breakfast of chicken, rice and spinach with our eldest boys family and saying goodbye to Boon I disappeared back to bed for a while.
Once refreshed enough to wake up properly my first morning included a walk around the village and over to the local primary school with Sam and his younger brother who has now joined Sam at Stratton House for the new school year.
I also found time for reading the Buddhist books I had taken with me and to sit and play my flute.
After lunch, more chicken, spinach and this time with omelette and rice meditation and reading took up the majority of my day with the evening spent doing my best to chat with Sams family in the evening before going to bed at 9pm.
Those who know me, know of my feeling that having come to Thailand, I had “come home”. My Buddhist beliefs lead me to consider the possibility of re-incarnation and I am more and more convinced that I have indeed “come home”.
And now I wonder if this visit is another stage of discovery of my distant roots.
