No one should ever have to wave goodbye to perfect weather and beautiful beaches… Especially if they’re from Syracuse. Over the last week, Adrienne and I headed south to work at the Siam-Care office in Phang Nga (Pun-ga). The vast sand and low prices draw tourists from all parts of the world, but that hasn’t always been the case.
The southern coasts of Thailand were devastated four years ago by a fatal tsunami that took everything, including family, from 50,000 children. How could there have been absolutely NO warning? Visitors and locals experienced a tragedy few will ever fully understand, including me.
Siam-Care is one of the only organizations that still functions as an active support to the poverty-stricken and HIV/AIDS affected communities. Three women currently run the effort, and I had an amazing time getting to know them. I was in the office all day, everyday, so I’m still in desperate need of a tan! Krista – BEACH!
The photos in this post are pretty random, but a lot happens during one week!
I sincerely apologize to everyone in NY…
A home visit. This man’s hips and legs are basically useless, so he spends most days sleeping… on the ground.
This is his wife showing us the medication he takes three times a day. Not one packet is labeled with a name or dosage. Typical Thai-style…
This woman is 50 and spends everyday hunched over in the burning sun, separating recyclables from trash. She earns the equivalent of $0.02 for each kilo of garbage. Ahhhh…
I met a fantastic family that makes a living harvesting mushrooms.
The Siam-Care ladies earned an “Anytime” shoot with me! I think everyone deserves to feel beautiful and have pictures to remind them.
Lot’s of laughs… This is P’ Ne and she’s amazing! Pray a good man into her life; She needs to be loved on!
My little P’ M. Dress look familiar? ; )
P’ Ying! They don’t speak too much English, but we still managed to have a blast!
The blazing forest was our view at dinner one evening.
I discovered the best fruit on earth. No, really. It’s called Mankut and if I could describe it, I would.
This photograph has a fantastic story behind it. First of all, it’s Pear’s dog’s name – woot woot! But to share my little fruit obsession with the world, I chopped this red ball in half with a butcher knife on my floor… and enjoyed a side of finger. With a delightful blood pattern on my dress, I ran down the street to buy whatever I could to disinfect and wrap it. Still pale and shaken, I walked back. A scent caught my interest and I noticed a man making crepe-like deserts. Bottles in hand and blotched with blood, I waited five minutes for a pastry – HOW GINA IS THAT?! The man stared in horror as he took my money. HA!
So yeah… Mankut. I’ll try to smuggle some home.