a 'brief' tale from last night...

This picture has nothing to do with the text... (it's at a waterfall which was very fun to swim under ... we visited a border village here which dee had never been to before and heard distressing stories of brutality from burmese soldiers)

I'm sitting in suvarnabhumi airport feeling a wee bit seedy... we spent time celebrating christmas with a village south of mae sot last night - very fun, about 500 people, really cool community feel - I was inspired to do some amazing christmas dancing... we headed back to mae sot after dark, cos wa wa and I both had to catch flights today... the car was fogging up, and boon shu and dee were both nervous because it's an area you apparently don't want to drive slowly through. We paused quickly outside the fence of a refugee camp ( it's beautiful - awesome backdrop of sheer limestone mountains draped in jungle, the abrupt hills in the foreground are densely covered in tiers of leaf thatched houses and banana, lime, mango, papaya, teak and jack fruit trees. Everything is made out of bamboo or bush materials, and it feels like it should be the set for miracle on the river kwai, only more beautiful than I imagined), and a child was passed through the fence and deposited on one of the girl's laps...
Hmmm haven't got to our breakdown, or the hilarious drunk saviour who towed us with some pathetic rope in a flamboyant, erratic and for most of my friends highly alarming fashion (he was so drunk he could barely stand, amd when he initially went to get water with mu ker paw and paw kwa lee he accelerated so rapidly towards our car I thought he hit it, and in his second attempt at towing us he completely forgot his wife, who was trotting along the shoulder in the dark. While towing us he drove off the road a number of times, which from my vantage point on top of his ute was extra funny in a slightly alarming way, as we careened over small boulders and bounced and jerked on the rope which had failed first attempt, with the whites of boon shu and dee's eyes shining up at me through the windscreen of our ute) or filling up the radiator with copious scoops of toilet reservoir water at the frequent police checkpoints, or arriving at wa wa' s house at 3 am after a freezing ride in the back of a ute, sitting in water, wrapped in santa claus costume - but my flight is about to leave