Bangkok 18/01/06

It's weird, I decided to keep this diary so I could publish it as a blog but as I am having technical difficulties (ie my laptop has no internet access), it has become a private diary and I feel myself tempted to confide more than I would have thought I might. Yet at the same time I refrain from saying things aware that I will probably publish this online when I have the opportunity.
Today we went on our first school excursion, it was obviously a wealthy school and the course books the teachers were using were not bad, they also had accompanying audio so the class could listen to different accents. School kids as ever are quite oblivious to the amount of preparation that goes into their classes. I am still not sure if I want to be a teacher or not, maybe because my Mother was one for so long and maybe because I worry that I am not bold enough.

Did I tell you about the little market just next to school, it's pretty cool, I still haven't worked up the courage to eat the deep fried bugs that look like maggots, and I have heard the spiders are nasty but the crickets are ok though I don't think the potatoe chip manufacturers need to start feeling nervous quite yet. I love the fresh fruit and the 20 baht noodle guys, a friend told me he tried one of the deep fried luncheon meat looking ones and pretty much confirmed thats what they taste like too, the chicken is good the squid can be a bit rubbery and the crab is just useless unless you like fighting with shell. Went to the weekend market out at Mo chit, man is that place huge and exhausting but lots of fun again buying god knows what off the little sales guys. (hmm why is my holiday orienting so much around food right now?).

Apparently the school year starts half way through May so not sure how much work there is going to be when I want it in a couple of weeks, better start looking around now.

Saw some people begging on the streets today, I hadn't really seen any up till today, was in a Petchaburi with Tamsin and it is fashionable to beg with a small child in that neighbourhood (preferably a grubby child at that). Still after Cambodia the begging here seems like a hobby. Anyway on that grim note I had better go write my assignment for school.
Love N.J.