In our quest to go to find local things to do in Thailand we ended up at a football (soccer) game. We bought mystery food outside of the stadium, bought two tickets for $1.75 each, and wandered in.
We really had no idea where to go or where to sit so we followed the two guys ahead of us until we found someplace to sit. That seemed to work. No one kicked us out.
I don’t know if you can see it on those tickets, but the Chiang Mai Tigers were playing what appears to be the White Squirrels. I never thought a squirrel would be a good team mascot. Turns out squirrels are more exciting here than back home. An Aussie we were having lunch with the other day shouted “squirrel” and pointed one out. Seemed pretty odd. Maybe it was just an odd Aussie. Anyway, that’s my squirrel story. I didn’t expect to have a Thailand squirrel story.
The game was fun. We finally figured out how to get back home to and were serenaded on the way by a drunk German and (another) Aussie who were rapping about Chiang Mai’s team playing poorly.
I leave you with the way I finished my evening: with a pineapple and mystery fruit shake. It was amazing.
Wow that guy hit the ball hard.
That’s my 4th metacarpal with an oblique fracture. The ball must have driven my finger down in to my hand. Doesn’t really hurt much anymore, but it is rather annoying.
That’s the current splint. With any luck the cast I get later this week will be less bulky. Typing sucks. Probably need to get used to this for the next 4-6 weeks.
OK, back to work.
Mekayla and I went snowshoeing with my cousin while she was in town for the holidays. Really wet the first day, but really sunny today.
Well, not the first, but the first one that counts. Tonight we might get another 2-5 inches! This makes me excited for winter!
Seems like weeks disappear around here pretty fast. One day you’re importing and rebuilding your blog. The next YEAR you’re actually writing a post for it. 🙂
Funny how easy it is when you’re a programmer to spend all your time coding for your site rather than actually writing anything. For those who don’t know, about 15 months ago I started working for Automattic so I spend most of my days working on WordPress.com. In practice what this means is that my own WordPress site is never good enough. But it’s getting better.
Beyond work though we have been doing a pretty good job of getting out enjoying Colorado. Let’s take a little hiking tour:
Check out the whole year in pictures.
Converted our saltypoint.blogspot.com blog to run on WordPress on ichneumon.net. The transition has been a long time in the making, but we’ve finally managed to do it. Hopefully more soon.
We did a bit of baking this past weekend.
I almost got disgusted before we began when I saw the pile of sugar and butter.
But luckily we had fearless bakers who marched on.
Off to the freezer. We’re ready for April. Are you ready to help us eat them?
Today we officially took our first steps in good ole’ Boston in over 16 months. We almost had to follow the freedom trail in order to find our way around.
If you’ve spent most of the past year and a half wondering where we were, you’re not alone. This collage should help a bit; it’s all the places we’ve slept on our journey. Or at least all the places we remembered to take a photo.
We can’t say thank you enough to all the people who have opened up their homes (and pantries) to us in every country – our current hosts included!. We love our tent Gusty, but it is good to get a shower occasionally. (If your house isn’t in the collage, it means we were too bleary eyed when we left to get a photo and you need to send us one!)
We did a rough count of how many times we stayed in different locations:
Our tent (Gusty): 74 different sites (100+ nights)
Houses of friends and family: 28
Train: 1 (overnight from Sydney to Adelaide)
Boat: 1 (on Doubtful Sound)
Car: 1 (Under a bridge, down by a river. I’m not kidding, it was late, we were tired, and we didn’t want to camp next to train tracks for another night.)
Not to fear though, being back in Boston does not mean we will stop having adventures. Stay tuned for more, maybe we’ll even fill in some of the gaps while we’re at it, you never know.
Several of you commented that my hair seems a lot shorter in the recent blog posts. There’s a reason for that. My good friend Carrie had some fun playing with scissors.
The thought was that if I didn’t cut my hair during the year I was gone, maybe it would be long enough to donate when I returned to the country.
Most places require 10 inches. To my great surprise, my ponytail measured in at 15. Guess that will do.
Carrie was a bit nervous because I kept making her cut more off. But how else are you going to end up with lovely hair covered shoulders? Plus, she’s an expert in disguise. She definitely has a backup career if dance falls through.
Greg begged us to keep the ponytail after it was cut off to help him speed up growing out his beard, but in the end he caved and let us send it in to Locks of Love*, he figured they needed it more.
*“Locks of Love is a public non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children in the United States and Canada under age 18 suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis.” (http://www.locksoflove.org/)