Newton's Third Law of Physics - It isn't just about Physics!

Today we had to drive north to the Lao border for me to report into the Thai Immigration Police as I am required to do every 90 days.

As far as the Thai government is concerned I do not "live" in Thailand - I "stay" in Thailand. I have a Non-Immigrant Visa that allows me to remain in Thailand for one year. Each year I must apply to extend the Visa for one additional year. I received my Non-Immigrant Visa -"Retirement" last June after submitting the paperwork for it in Los Angeles at the Thai Consulate. Since I was over 50 years old and had a certain amount of money available to support myself in Thailand, I could apply for a A-O "Retirement" Visa. It was a rather direct and simple process to obtain the Visa. I had to complete two forms, submit two photographs, submit a medical certificate, obtain a police report from my place of residence in the USA, submit my passport that was good for at least 18 months, and submit some bank statements verifying the funds available to me.

I submitted my paperwork and it was reviewed by a clerk in the waiting room. I had followed California law in that I did not make a copy of my notarized police report. The Thai Consulate needed two copies of the document and told me of a copy service across the street. I obtained two copies and returned to the Consulate. I then submitted my paperwork and fees to an official behind a glass partition. She reviewed the documents and told me to return the next morning to pick up my passport with the Thai Visa in it.

Each 90 days that I am in Thailand I must report to the Immigration Police my intention to remain in Thailand longer than 90 days. This could be done by mail but I prefer to drive one hour up to Nong Khai and handle it personally. I do not like the idea of having my passport travelling back and forth in the mail.

This reporting requirement is similar to when I was younger and each January the US government advised all "aliens" that they needed to register each year.

I have made a decision to "stay" in Thailand and I accept that I am responsible to comply with the rules as well as regulations associated with the privilege to remain in Thailand for a year. I understand that I am a guest and that I need to be a good guest in the land that I have chosen to stay. I do not have a right to be here. In Thailand there are some expats that complain about how they are treated. One complaint deals with having to report every 90 days. The other common complaint is the fee charged for Visas, Re-Entry Permit, etc. Some falangs complain about being stopped at road blocks by Police.

I have lived in Thailand for almost three years and have no complaints. Already this year, I have been stopped at road blocks twice - along with the Thai drivers around me. I was treated with respect and after showing my Thai driver's licence along with the required vehicle documentation, I was sent off on my way. Police checks are more frequent here than in the USA but then again this is not the USA. I suspect that some people would complain about anything anywhere that they happened to be.

I am hopeful that before I started to complain where I am a guest I would just leave. I know that I expect guests in my country to behave the same way.

Newton's Third Law of Physics states "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction". This law which so far has not been proven incorrect in the scientific world also applies to other aspects of our world - your world as well as "Allen's World".

I was extremely fortunate to be raised with the idea that I needed to be responsible and hold myself accountable for my actions. This philosophy has given me freedom to live my life happily and to a high degree of potential. This philosophy also is analogous to the Third law of Physics - to paraphrase somewhat - "Our actions and in-actions have consequences"

I attribute much of my satisfaction and contentment to the fact that I have always considered the consequences of my actions or in-action and assessing my willingness to accept them prior to making my decisions.

Today, Fox News was after Nadya Suleman, the 33 year old, unmarried, unemployed mother of 6 children, three of whom have special needs, who recently gave birth octuplets following IVF procedure. I have mixed feelings about her. I will start by writing that my opinion is that criticizing her is somewhat akin to treating the symptoms of a disease without eliminating the cause of the disease. I do not approve of her actions. The consequence of her actions are now well known to the world.

The adverse reactions to her deliberate actions is manifestation of Third Law of Physics applied to human behavior.

It is important to understand that up to this point, Nadya Suleman and her doctor have not been accused of breaking any laws. They may have exercised poor judgement or conducted themselves in what could be judged as reckless behavior. But no one has identified a law that has been broken. This is not to condone their behaviors, judgements, or decisions but my point is to put what happened into terms of a symptom rather than a cause.

As a society we, Americans, tend to not want to become involved in the intimate details of each other's lives. It has been written that people don't want to determine or be involved in how many children a person decides to have. I support that philosophy. It is none of society's business. It is none of society's business as long as IT REMAINS NONE OF SOCIETY'S BUSINESS.

When public funds are spent due to a person's actions, it becomes society's business.

We are all very familiar and to a large extent very proud of the advances of modern medical science.

At the time that medical science has been advancing, there has been an absence of national discussion or debate regarding the ethics as to how or when this technology should be applied. These are uncomfortable and unsettling topics that because they have not been addressed, situations such as an unmarried and unemployed 33 year old woman of 6 children can give birth to 8 more children due to IVF procedure can occur.

If a person in Nadya Suleman's situation was able to pay all their expenses and be able to support their family without society's assistance, we could accept but not necessarily agree with their actions. Basically their decision would have minimal consequences for society.

However in her case, the hospital is already seeking funds from the state of California and federal government for the extraordinary costs associated with the birth of her 8 children.

It is alleged that three of her previous 6 children have special needs and receive money from the federal government. According to a report in the Huffington Post one son is autistic.

Court cases have determined that all children are entitled to an education at tax payer expense. This has resulted in some children going to high cost private intuitions because their special needs can no where be addressed in a public school environment.

In the case of autism, local school boards have been forced to spend in excess of $100,000 a year for an autistic student's education. Education which is experimental and has no guarantee of success in enabling a person to avoid future dependence upon society for support. At the same time programs for other "special needs" students, those with above average abilities are reduced or eliminated.

Again this is not a reflection upon Nadya Suleman or her doctor. They apparently have not committed any crime. They have taken advantage of the "opportunities" that current American society allows them and all others in the USA.

However when public money is used to support and subsidize a person's actions and questionable decisions, society should and must be involved.

A consequence of Nadya Suleman actions is the current firestorm of personal criticism.

A consequence of society's failure to discuss, debate, and resolve the ethics of modern medical technology is the current Suleman situation and the possibility if not the probability of many others to come.

In the back of my mind I also wonder that if Suleman's doctor had refused to comply with her wishes would he had been sued or accused perhaps of "discrimination"

Ignoring the consequences does not prevent history from being repeated nor does it make the cause of a problem go away.

Where is that old time religion of accountability and responsibility?

Homecoming in Isaan

On Saturday, baby Peelawat, also known as "Pee-a Lot" by me, was released from the hospital along with his mother. He had become a little jaundiced and stayed in the hospital an extra day for treatment.

Because it was a Saturday, Duang's son did not have school so he drove. We arrived at the hospital and found Duang's daughter ready to go. We all climbed into the truck and headed to her home. All as in - Duang's son, his girlfriend, Duang, Duang's daughter, her husband, Peelawat, and I. I got the honor of holding the baby in my arms in the front seat for the trip back home. We drove by the park with the marauding monkeys and passed a young elephant with its mawhut (handler and trainer) without incident. Duang's son did drive more conservatively - he was warned by his mother!

People in Isaan do not use car seats. Everyday you will see motor bikes running along the road with a small child standing or sitting on the bike. Mothers sitting behind the driver will hold a baby in their arms. Sometimes a toddler will be sandwiched on the seat between the driver and passenger on the bike. I have just started to see some motorbikes with a small booster seat mounted on the bike in front of the driver with a strap for the toddler. Kwan, Duang's one year old relative, likes to ride her grandfather's motorbike in her seat . Sometimes you will see two small children riding unsecured on a motorbike with their parents. It is pretty scary but so common that after awhile you become accustomed to the sight. Thank God I have never come upon the scene of a motorbike accident involving children.

Since Peelawat arrived home in the afternoon on Saturday, his official welcoming was postponed to the following day.

We went out to his new home yesterday morning, Sunday. Peelawat lives on a small plot of slightly elevated land in the middle of the rice paddies along a dirt road. There are two small concrete and brick houses on the property. With Peelawat, there are now four generations of the family living on the land.

We went into the house were Peelawat is staying. An elevated wood platform, very much like the one outside had been placed in the kitchen of the house. The platform is built out of recycled wood and has a floor made out of wood slats covered by sahts (woven reed mats) which in turn are covered with a coarsely woven cotton blanket. Duang's daughter was laying on one side of the platform - resting. We had called earlier and found out that she had not gotten much sleep the night before - the baby had cried most of the night. On the other side of the platform, Peelawat was asleep in his cradle.

In Isaan there is not much formal furniture in the homes. Typically it is just a couple of cabinets to store blankets and sahts. People eat, drink, socialize, and watch TV sitting atop sahts placed on the tile floor. There are also less territorial boundaries with the Isaan people - everyone seemed to have no problem with sitting on the hospital bed with the new born baby and mother. I couldn't bring myself to it and sat on either the floor or couch in the hospital room. Isaan people are adept at packing a motor vehicle well beyond what would be accepted in the US - without any objections. I have seen pick up trucks carrying 18 people - paying for ride.

Since this was a large platform, I sat on it to visit. I got an immediate surprise. The platform was hot - uncomfortably hot. I got up and looked beneath the platform. One of the wood stoves, refractory lined 2 gallon sized bucket, used to cook food was underneath the bed with a charcoal fire blazing away!

I then became concerned about the fire hazard but I was assured that this was not a problem. This was the way that it is done in Thailand. Later I saw Duang's daughter moderate the heat by sprinkling some water on to the cotton blanket out of a bowl she that kept atop the bed. Definitely different!

I was also concerned about carbon monoxide poisoning and carbon dioxide levels from the charcoal fire inside of a room. My concerns were somewhat allayed when I noticed that there were no glass windows in the room. The window openings had poorly fitted and constructed wood shutters. These closures as well as the exterior door most likely will provide adequate ventilation. I cautioned Duang's daughter about the concern but she assured me through Duang that there is no problem - "This is how we do it in Thailand - no problem"


Peelawat's cradle is hand made. Calling it "handcrafted" would be to give it more compliment than is merited. It is made out of recycled wood and an assortment of various size as well as types of nails. It very well may have been his father's or even his grandfather's cradle. A pakama (strip of colorful plaid cotton cloth) with a piece of bamboo at each end has been suspended from the frame to create a comfortable baby bed. A string from the side of the pakama goes to the side of the platform where the baby's mother stays. A few gentle tugs of the string sets the cradle to rocking and keeps it rocking with little effort.

Most of the afternoon was spent watching and tending to the little guy. Around 2:00 PM we had some lunch. The food was typical "Kao Lao" - Lao Food. I ate the grilled beef and sticky rice. There were some other foods that looked interesting and not too exotic. One dish was boiled stalks of a green plant. It smelled like boiled corn on the cob. The stalks were about 12 inches long and about 3/4 of an inch in diameter. I expected the food to taste like the husk of newly picked baby corn sort of like the baby corn in stir fry dishes. Duang took a stalk and started to peel it. She removed several layers to expose a very limp central core. It turned out that this was sugar cane sprouts. Now I was fully prepared for a treat - boiled sugar cane sprouts - had to be good - right? No! It was bitter - very bitter! I ate the stalk. I ate a second one just in case I had gotten a "bad" one the first time. It was the same. I had enough. I could eat it if I had to. I didn't have to so I saw no need to.

The second dish was clumps of fine green plant stems with very small buds as well as very small flowers. It reminded me a little of dill. Duang told me that it was "pock-a-dow". I grabbed a bunch and like everyone else, I stripped the buds and flowers from the fine stems. Like my current experience with the Dow Jones Average in the US Stock market, this "dow" was also a bitter experience. This was even more bitter than the sugar cane sprouts and tasted like I was eating dirt.

In Pattaya I had eaten some Lao food with Duang and her friend. Those plants were also very bitter so I now suspect that whereas Thai food is along the lines of spicy and sweet, Lao food is bitter and more bitter.

While we were visiting, I got some photographs of Peelawat's great grandmother. She is Lao Loum and 76 years old. She has a medical condition where she is permanently stooped over. When she walks she is bent over about 45 degrees or more from the waist. This does not stop her. She is a working machine. I have never seen her when she wasn't doing something - cooking, preparing food, feeding the two year old that the family takes care of, weeding the garden, harvesting things from the garden, weaving a saht, or preparing betel nut for chewing.
She also has a great sense of humor or maybe she is just amused by me.

Yesterday I photographed her weeding the garden. She was using a long pointed stick to weed the garlic. The garden is a large source of food for the family. Many familiar vegetables are grown in the plot along with stuff that I have no idea what it is except that it is "Kao Lao". I also photographed her preparing the ingredients for chewing betel nuts. She was a good sport about it all.

She gave her grandson some instructions. He grabbed a hatchet and climbed barefooted a tall tree in the backyard. He then proceeded to chop down three branches about 8 inches in diameter. It turned out that this was a "pock- a- dow" tree - the source of the earlier vegetable dish that I had tried. The leave/flower clusters were cut from the limbs and brought to the outside platform where everyone was sitting. The women, lead by the great grandmother sorted the clusters, removed excess leaves and tied them into bundles.


Around 6:00 PM, we found out that the Baii Sii ceremony for little Peelawat would not start until 10:00 or 11:00. Since we had already been there for 8 hours, we decided to return home. We had our own little ceremony where Duang's family tied strings on his wrist to bind the good spirits into his body for health and protection. They had also bought some gold and placed his gold bracelets on his wrists and ankles. The wearing of gold no matter how small is also believed to be good for babies.

Before we could graciously depart, we had to eat some more food. Peelawat's great grandmother motioned to me to stay and eat before leaving. A large pot filled with meat had been placed over a wood fire earlier. I had a pretty good idea what was in the pot but asked Duang anyhow. She told me "Inside carabao" (Cow Internals). My suspicion was confirmed. From my junior high school biology classes, I had identified, stomach, heart, lungs, liver, spleen, as well as veins. Assuming this was a bull, I asked Duang about other organs in the pot. She said "No, can not".

Duang got a bowl of the "insides carabao" and we ate it along with some more sticky rice. The insides were not that bad but I prefer them to be grilled rather than boiled. Duang said that they had not finished cooking yet. They had been boiling for about an hour so I guess they have to be cooked until maybe you are drunk enough to think they are great. It might be like they say about the girls all look better at closing time or viewing the girls through beer filled glasses - "The food always tastes better at the end of the night"

Peelawat was officially welcomed home. Our work for the day was done and we returned to our "falang" (foreigner) home - happy.

Farroupilha Week

The southern Brasilian state of Rio Grande do Sul is an area of rich heritage and an extremely proud people. It is bordered on the south by Uruguay and on the west by Argentina.

Rio Grande do Sul is a state of many surprises. The first is that it is home to many blond Brasilians. In fact, 82.3% of the inhabitants are white and 5.9% are black. Rio Grande do Sul is home to supermodels such as Gisele Bundchen, Fernanda Lima, Caroline Trentini, Ana Hickman, and Jeisa Chiminazzo to name just a few.

It is in Rio Grande do Sul that Brasil gets snow fall. The interior of the state has mountains and gets cold enough to have snow sometimes.

Brasil's vineyards are located in the upper elevations of Rio Grande do Sul. Not surprisingly the higher elevations have many people descended from Italian or German immigrants.

The settlers of early Rio Grande do Sul were "gaucha" - the Brasilian equivalent of the American cowboy or the "gaucho" of Argentina. To this day cattle production and exports is a large part of the Rio Grande do Sul economy.

Like American cowboys, the gaucha were fiercely independent and free thinkers. After the Brasilian national government placed a heavy tax on a type of dry beef produced in Rio Grande do Sul but not on the same product imported from Argentina or Uruguay, the gaucha rebelled in 1835. The gaucha were poor people of the land and often their clothing was ragged and torn. Their rebellion was referred to as "Farrapos War" or "Ragged War" - a populous uprising, another case of peasants against the establishment with the outcome that most populous rebellions have - defeat. The war against the central government lasted until 1845. The war ended when the gaucha capital of Porto Alegre was captured on 20 September 1845.

To commemorate the rebellion, culture, and traditions of the gaucha, a large celebration is held every September in Porto Allegre. For 20 days around 700 people set up and camp at the Harmony Park to enact the gaucha rebellion. The highlight of the event is the week ending on 20 September and is referred to as "Semana da Farroupilha"

In 2005, while on assignment in Porto Alegre, I attended the festivities - I even have the tee shirt.

There are many civic groups or social groups dedicated to preserving and teaching the gaucha culture. These groups are known as CTGs (Center Gaucha Traditions). During September and specifically during Farroupilha Week they reenact the 1840's gaucha life - very much like American Civil War reenactments.

Each group has a small wood building and fenced off area for their members. The building is where they sing, dance, play music, drink, eat, and cook as if it were 1845. A few of their horses are kept near the building with the remainder kept in the common stockyard. All the club members are dressed in period costume. Large wood fires are kept outside of the buildings for roasting beef and pick - gaucha style. Gaucha style involves placing the large pieces of meat on either wood or metal skewers that are driven into the ground around the hot coals of the wood fire. The meat is slowly roasted for hours and is absolutely delicious. There are not BBQ sauces or seasoning other than salt applied to the thick cuts of meat. After the meat is cooked it is brought inside the building to large tables wear it is cut into serving portions using large butcher knives - knives that all self-respecting gaucha carry.


The Park is filled with the club members as well as visitors to the festival. In addition to the encampments there are booths selling gaucha products, foods, music, clothing, literature, and souvenirs. Since September is a wet month, the park also becomes a quagmire but that only adds to the uniqueness of this festival.

The club members are very friendly. They enjoy having their photograph taken and often invite you to enter their compound to better photograph the festivities and partake in the celebration.
I stopped at one compound and hung around the perimeter split wood fence taking pictures of the roasting meat. A man noticed me and invited me in for a closer look. I entered and took some shots of the meat spits. I was then invited inside of their building.

Inside a gaucha band was playing music, people were dancing, people were socializing, and just about everyone was drinking. Some people were drinking "chimarrao" - a tea type drink similar to mate made out of shredded holly type leaves. Drinking chimarrao is the state pastime in Rio Grande do Sul. Everywhere you will see people sitting around holding a wooden gourd shaped vessel with a thick layer of shredded leaves floating atop very hot water. The tea is sipped from the bottom of the wood vessel through a specialized metal straw. These rigs are readily available through out the state. Some of the straws are intricate works of art with ornate carving or made out of silver.

I spied a typical looking young woman drinking her chimarrao while leaning against the wall and photographed her. I was then given a beer and plate of food - no payment expected or accepted.

After awhile there was a big commotion in the room. There was a man walking around and people were tripping over themselves to pay their respects to this elderly man. I asked around and found out that he was the former governor of the state and a very high official in the current national ruling party. He was a true politician leaving no baby unkissed or hand unshaken - including mine.

Again the hospitality of a people proud of their identity and traditions.

In addition to the celebrations at Harmony Park there is a huge parade through the city. It was an enjoyable experience.

Many reasons to go back to a special place and people.

Fishing For Food

On the way home from the hospital yesterday, we came upon some people fishing along the main highway.

This is the same area where I had photographed a woman fishing using a dip net in July. The area is a flood plain that fluctuates in depth with the seasons. The water was quite high in the period from July to October - our rainy season. Now the water has receded quite a bit although we did get a small shower today - our first rain in a very long time.


For the past two weeks people have been busy cleaning up the dry brush and weeds from the drainage ditches and puddles of this flood plain. People have been installing and repairing the various fish fences placed in the water. The fish fences are constructed out of wood sticks driven into the mud with blue monofilament netting attached to the sticks with string. The fish fence is not directly involved in capturing the fish but serves to restrict their movement and concentrate the number of fish in a specific area. Dip and hand nets are then used to catch the fish in the concentrated areas. I suspect that the cleaning of the low areas and installation as well as repair of the fences is in preparation for the upcoming rainy season.

We had stopped earlier in Kumphawapi for Duang's son-in-law to buy a new hand net for his parents. It seems that everyone is getting into fishing this month. The large dipping nets have been basically idle since the end of November but the bamboo structures associated with the dipping nets remain in place. At certain points the area looks like a fishing camp with the number of platforms and suspended nets in place.

Fishing nets are readily available in the many small quasi-hardware shops in the villages and towns of Isaan. Some of the nets are very fine as in delicate. They appear to be made out of 4 to 6 pound test nylon thread. There is no need for heavier material because the fish that are caught in the nets are essentially minnows - the bait sized fished that we called "shiners" back home.

Today Duang's mother sent some food to the hospital to feed us. Of course there was sticky rice for all. Along with the rice she had made a soup out of vegetables and fish. The fish were about the size of bait fish back home or fish in your home aquarium - no more than 3 to 4 inches long from the tip of their mouth to the tip of their tail fins. With such small fish you might wonder how difficult it is to clean them for eating. There is no problem at all in cleaning them - you don't. The fish are cooked as they were caught. People use a metal spoon to scrape the flesh off of the body to eat.


With the lower levels of water essentially creating mud holes, the fishing strategy has changed to using hand nets rather the dip nets. The people get into the muddy water which is up to their waist and cast a large net on the water. They appear to be using the fish fence as a barrier to work their net against. The hand net sinks and the people get down almost on all fours in the water working the net to see what it has fallen on top of. The fish are captured by hand and placed in a home made creel made out of small diameter sticks. The people were having pretty good luck yesterday - catching some "big" ones - up to 9 inches long.


There is at least one tackle shop that I know of here in Udonthani and there are a couple of booths where you can buy some rods and reels. Fishing here is more of a food gathering process than a sport. As such, nets are much more efficient than a hook and line.

Sport fishing is not luxury that is within the reach of Lao Loum farmers here in Isaan.

Family Business

We have been very busy over the past three days - "family business".

On Monday, we took Duang's father to the Kumphawapi Hospital to have one of his two remaining teeth removed. There was a long wait but our visits to the hospital are always so interesting that the time goes by quickly. We always see relatives, villagers, or friends at the community hospital. The highlight of Monday's visit was a three year old girl who was being cared for by her grandfather. She went into the bathroom and managed to lock herself into the stall. She was not panicking but her grandfather was getting concerned. As mall group of concerned visitors tried to assist the grandfather but the little girl did not get out until the cleaning lady came with the special key to open the door. The little girl came out smiling and happy as if nothing had happened. We were able to observe all this because the bathroom is an open architecture. Like the bathrooms at many gas stations, the bathroom is a row of little tile lined stalls on each side of a common set of three sinks. The rooms on the right are meant for women and the left side is intended for men. Inside each of the tile rooms is a ceramic squat toilet set into the floor.

On Tuesday we were back at the hospital. We brought Duang's daughter in for her check-up. She was due to deliver her baby this week. I joked with her about hitting some of the many ruts in the road to help initiate her labor. Her appointment went well.

Wednesday morning we were back at the hospital. Duang's daughter went into labor on Tuesday night and delivered a 7 pound 14 oz boy (3.6 Kg). He 's the giant of the nursery - most Thai babies are under 6 pounds 8 oz. He was born at 9:14 in the morning. We arrived at the hospital around 10:30 AM.

Giving birth in Isaan is very different than in the USA. When it is time to deliver, the expectant mother goes into the delivery room alone with the medical staff. Husbands, mothers, or others are not allowed in the delivery room. After delivery, the mother and baby are returned to the labor ward to be observed to ensure both are stabilized and healthy. We arrived and had to wait outside with the other family members for about an hour and one-half.

Again the wait was quite entertaining. A two year old was with us. She kept us laughing with her antics. She would put on her grandmother's shoes and walk around. She wandered around the outside walkway looking and talking to anyone and everyone UNTIL ... Until she saw the first cat in her life. I have written about the outside walkway as a waiting area, sleeping area, eating area, thoroughfare for patients, and private domain of cats. The little girl was in her own little world singing and talking to no one in particular. She looked down at her feet and saw one of the hospital cats walking buy. She was terrified - worse than having a "falang" (foreigner) paying attention to her. She has been leery of me for about three months. We went and rescued her from the cat. I let her know that I would protect her from the cat. In about 5 minutes she was laughing and joking about the cat. However when another cat came by, she told her grandmother to tell the falang to get rid of the cat. It was good to see that she will not be psychologically scarred or traumatized for the rest of her life by this incident.

After awhile Duang's daughter was wheeled out along the open walkway through the crowd of patients waiting to see a doctor, get their medicine or paying their bill to the Maternity Ward. Shortly later the baby along with another one was wheeled along the same path atop a stainless steel cart - two little faces showing up from two tightly bound bundles of towels. No arms or legs were visible.

I followed the babies over to the Maternity Ward. The babies were removed from the transport cart and placed on a counter top. The nurses took their temperatures by putting a thermometer in their arm pit. Then the babies were each given a shot. They were then brought to their mothers.

Peelawat, the final and last of his four different names for the day, was in fine health and started nursing without any trouble. He had his first bowel movement. Duang assisted in cleaning him up. Pampers or other artificial diapers are not used here. The babies have cloth diapers but not cloth diapers that we used in the USA. Baby diapers here are a thin and soft flannel type fabric. The diaper is about 20 inches square. The diaper is folded over to form a large triangle, the baby is placed on the triangle, the point of the triangle is brought up between the baby's legs and placed on their stomach, the two remaining points of the triangle are brought across the baby's hips and tied in a knot over the top of the first flap, finally the tip of the first triangular flap is brought down and tied into the first knot.

When the baby makes a mess, they are not cleaned with any pre-prepared wipes. The baby is cleaned with cotton pads like are used for removing makeup along with tap water out of a cup. The mother or a relative handles cleaning the baby. Hospital staff support is limited to taking temperatures, giving shots, and ensuring there are no problems with breast feeding.

Today, Duang cleaned the soiled diapers from yesterday. Since her daughter is in a private room, she has her own bathroom. Duang went in the bathroom and washed the diapers by hand. This was expected and is typical because the hospital supplies a large stainless steel bowl and a smaller plastic bowl along with special baby laundry solution for washing diapers. After washing the diapers, outfits, and baby blanket, Duang hung them on the clothes drying rack stationed on the room's balcony.

Family members cleaning is not limited to just the baby. Yesterday when Duang's daughter got up and went to the bathroom, I noticed that there was some large blood smears on the blue plastic sheet on top of the bed. No problem - Duang and two of the other women grabbed some toilet paper along with a few of the baby cotton pads and cleaned it up. No need for staff.

Family members are not hard to find. When we left the hospital last night there were still 9 people in the room visiting. They come prepared to stay - they bring their woven mats, jugs of water, and plastic bags of food. They set up and have a picnic in the room. If they run out of food, someone goes out to the food stalls on the street outside of the hospital grounds and brings back more food.

Tomorrow we will return to the hospital to bring Momma and baby back to their village. Rumor has it that there will also be a party to welcome the baby home as well as to have a Baii Sii ritual for his protection. Sounds like a photo op!

Yellowstone In Winter

One of the interesting aspects in setting up this blog as well as my photography web site, is the opportunity to revisit places that I have been before. In many cases places that I have revisited and hope to visit again.

This year's Super Bowl is over. Here in Thailand it was this morning, 2 February starting at 6:30 in the morning.

I caught a little at the start of the game - unfortunately it included the National Anthem. I know that I should be kind and gentle regarding Jennifer Hudson because of her personal tragedy last year BUT IT'S THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! National anthems are supposed to be hard driving renditions in the realm of "God Save The Queen", the Soviet National Anthem, not an ethnocentric "cat a wailing" as presented to the world at the Super Bowl. It sounded very much like the two neighborhood cats here that were in heat last week. But to be honest, I was not surprised at either the choice of the performer nor the rendition of the anthem.

The last time that the Steelers were in the Super Bowl, 2006, I returned to my house from my trip to Yellowstone National Park just in time to watch the game.

Yellowstone is one of my favorite destinations. When I encounter people from foreign lands that are planning to visit the United States, Yellowstone is one of my strongest recommendations for them to visit. I discourage people from visiting the large cities especially New York City and Washington D.C.

My lack of enthusiasm for New York City isn't entirely due to my disliking of the Yankees, Knicks, and Rangers. I don't even recommend Boston to foreigners. My prejudice is against large cities. Most cities in America have a counterpart elsewhere in the world. Most these foreign cities have more to offer than the comparable American city. American large cities don't really offer much uniqueness to them. Skyscrapers dominate the skylines of all large cities in the world. Given the rise of Asia in the past 50 years, the relatively newer skylines of Asia are more unique and interesting than New York. Paris has better food than any US city. Paris and London have better museums than Washington. Hong Kong has better shopping than New York with the advantage of not having to deal with New Yorkers. New Orleans is an embarrassment. San Francisco, although dirty, is interesting but to me there are much better places to spend your time and money - the US National Parks.

What America has that is unique and precious is our natural beauty exemplified by our superior National Park System.

Yellowstone is one of my favorite National Parks. I typically visit the park in early June before the schools let out for summer. The first time that I visited Yellowstone in the Winter was in 2004. I read an article in the newspaper about touring Yellowstone in the Winter. Three weeks later I flew up to Bozeman, Montana. One trip in the Winter was all it took - to convince me that the Park is even better in the Winter.

I returned to Yellowstone in January and February 2006 to look for wolves. I signed up for tour with the Yellowstone Association. I was driving up to the Park so I allowed a couple extra days to tour the Park on my own - a great decision.

Road access in the Winter is limited - basically the northern Mammoth Springs part of the Park . There are few people in the Park during the winter are researchers or serious photographers or hard core tourists. This establishes a much greater sense of camaraderie than in the Summer when hordes of people with their children clog the roads in their over sized campers.

In the Winter the only congestion that you find on the roads are herds of bison using the semi plowed road for ease of travel. At pullouts along the road, you will find "professional" wolf watchers all too willing to share their knowledge about the Yellowstone wolves with you, latest sighting information, and a peek through their specialized spotting equipment. At other pull outs, as you eat your lunch in the peaceful solitude of a snow covered countryside, you may encounter University or federal researchers studying creatures such as elk, bison, coyotes, wolves, or mountain lions. They are also willing to share some of their time and knowledge.

The hardships of survival are more apparent in the Winter. Buffalo and elk carcasses provide the necessary nutrition for crows, coyotes, wolves and other animals to survive. The strains of winter survival are very visible on the elk and bison. As a part of our tour with a bonafide naturalist we were brought to the site of a recent wolf kill. We also used snow shovels to imitate the winter grazing efforts of the bison. The tour provided a greater understanding and appreciation of the ability of the park's wildlife to survive. All this plus wonderful natural beauty with very few people.

We hope to tour the USA starting this June. Naturally Yellowstone is towards the top of our list - just below family to see.

Isaan Innocence - Fern

These are a couple pictures of one of the younger villagers in Tahsang Village. Her name is "Fern" and she is the daughter of another cousin of Duang's. Just about everyone in Tahsang Village is related to her. She even has relatives in the next village.

Fern is 2 years old. She is not too comfortable with me. Getting pictures of her is a real challenge. However with big dark eyes like hers, any and all work to photograph her are worth the effort. I typically steal some shots of her while I am photographing Kwan.

Like most small children in Isaan, Fern is well behaved and keeps close to the adult caring for her. Her father, mother, and grandmother seem to share the caring for Fern equally.

Like Kwan, Fern does not have many toys to amuse herself. She has a large stuffed Disney cartoon character that she carries around. Other than that she makes do with whatever else is available - food wrappers, string, pieces of wood, pieces of bamboo, and plastic bottles.

Fern as well as the other small children of Tahsang Village are brought to the various platforms outside of village houses to sit on their care giver's lap while the adults socialize. The little children have the opportunity to interact with children their own age as well as to check out the new borns that are brought around.

When the children get to be three years old, they become more independent and play with their older brothers, sisters, as well as other children their age. Play involves chasing bicycles, chasing each other, kicking things around. Sometimes after the older children return from school, a girl may give dancing lessons to the young toddlers or teach them as if they were in school.

The children start school when they are three years old - a sort of nursery school. They attend nursery school until they are six years old. Parents pay for they children to attend the nursery school. It is always a pleasant sight to see all the little people dressed in their school uniforms going off to school.

Children attend a local school for six years - if the family can afford the loss of hands for field work. It is a sad reality that all children are not able to finish at least six years of school. Things have improved a little, people used to have to pay school fees for the first six years of school but today it is free. To continue their schooling after 6 years, the children have to got to the high school in Kumphawapi - additional transportation costs along with school fees.

The lack of education makes breaking out of the poverty difficult for the people of Isaan. They are relegated to subsistence farming on the poor soils of Isaan, driving taxis in Bangkok, low paying construction work throughout Thailand, housekeeping, and service industry jobs in the tourism industry.

Even at two years old, young Fern is already a victim of poverty. She as well as the rest of the children is kept clean and although their clothes maybe old or hand me downs, the children are well clothed or at least the ones who decide to wear them. In Tahsang Village there is a 1-1/2 year old boy who often walks around without pants sometimes without any clothing. He takes his clothes off. My grandson went through the same phase. Now that he is three he is keeping his clothes on. Hopefully the little Tahsang Village boy is only going through the same stage in his development.

The children are also well fed. I have not seen any malnourished children a fact that I attribute to the wide spread practise of breast feeding and the Lao Loum utilization of alternative food sources for their diet. I know that if I were able to overcome my personal and cultural biases towards many of the Lao foods with Duang around I would never starve and most likely never go hungry. Born into the Lao Loum culture the Isaan children have no prejudices or biases to overcome.

Fern is a victim of poverty in regards to her health care. The other day when we were in the village I took the second picture above of her. She was sitting on her father's lap and I noticed her exposed thigh. She had a series of large scars on her thigh going up into her hip area. One portion of the scar looked like a large and deep cut that had been crudely stitched together. Through Duang I asked if Fern had had hip surgery. I was suspecting that she had surgery for hip dysplasia. I was wrong - terribly wrong. Four months ago, the weather had got quite cool - cool for Thailand. Villagers had set up open wood fires outside of their homes to warm themselves before retiring for the night. Family members set up plastic chairs and sahts (woven mats) around the fire. Little Fern fell into the fire and was badly burned.

Taking her to the hospital would have cost $43 USD to $57 USD - beyond the means of her family. Fern's injury was cared for by three elderly people from the village using various balms on the burns.

The good news is the injury and scar have not affected Fern's ability to walk. She was fortunate. Not everyone is.

The reality of life in foreign countries is not always pleasant. The lack of opportunities and the cost of poverty has impact on innocent lives. So many things that people take for granted in the USA are beyond the grasp of many other people in foreign lands.

Living and experiencing life in other countries provides a different perspective and sense of reality. Sometimes it hurts.