I think normally a person only endures being buried in the sand once in a lifetime and then they realize why people don't do it more often. For a long time, sand keeps coming out every time you move (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, knowhutImean? knowhutImean? Say no more!).
Caleb never tires of it, though. He is the life of the party and willing victim of younger siblings! If you enjoy burying people in the sand, we highly recommend inviting him along on your next outing!
Snapping up the eggs and moving them into a protected sanctuary keeps other animals or weird humans from digging them up and taking them. Believe you me, people eat some weird stuff here. Turtle egg soup would not even register on the weird-food-odometer.
After they hatch, the little guys make their way to the sea where they swim for days with no food until the get to deep water and then they live happily ever after. Why exactly this sanctuary was keeping so many little guys that should have already swam away into the sea remains a mystery. Since this is SE Asia and not the USA, if there were people working at this particular park, they didn't bother to make themselves known or to address our questions. 
The lack of park employees did make it much easier to scoop this big guy up and carry him home. First we kept him in a cooler but now he is in our bathtub. The salt bill is getting a bit high, though, as he insists we use only kosher salt.
In an amazing Animal Planet moment, this miraculous footage is available only here. Taken with our nightvision camera, this is a male turtle coming ashore to find a suitable place for his mate to nest. 
In case of emergency, don't count on me. Our life jackets had these little whistles attached but when I pulled mine out it was only half there (you probably can't tell well from the picture). The half whistle is in case things sort of start to get out of control. At least I was better off than Caleb when he pulled his string from its pocket, he found there was nothing but string. The whistle was nowhere to be found!
We were like stewardesses showing people what to do in an emergency.
Hudson just drinking it all in.
So a good time was had by all. 
This is the pool view from somewhere ... I want to say our room but I think it was actually from the lobby. I forget already...
Pools with waterfalls and fountains are the best ideas ever. The rocks were cool but a bit rough and we all have the scratches on knees and elbows to prove it.
I wonder why you never see goggles on Paris runways.
Angie showing some leg and soaking in the sun. Not sure the last time I saw these worn in public. Its been a long time, I know that.
Here I am listening to the sea's call. It does that you know. The sea calls. Justin Browning could tell you that after watching me try to swim in a 12-inch-deep-low-tide-coast of the Indian Ocean.
Sikh and Hindu graves:
I couldn't help but remember Sam C who got to go to North Africa to visit a family member's memorial. Here we were, living in a faraway place that so many families would probably love to visit but won't be able to experience. And we're just reminded of how much people have sacrificed.
Death can be such a reminder for us that we are all timed. It doesn't feel much like it today, probably, but the clock is ticking on all of us. And from the greatest to the least we will all, eventually, be pretty well forgotten. Our memory, our accomplishments, exactly what made us us will vanish and we'll be like this guy: A Solider. Nameless.
But for now we're not nameless, not faceless, not forgotten. Remembering is important, so is honoring. Looking on true sacrifice and being in awe. Its important and we should do it more often.
An hour later the temp finally fell to 80 and my shirt looked like this. Its pretty standard, my philosophy is not to stop until the shirt is completely saturated. 
And in case you are wondering: Yes, it does smell as bad as you think it does.
One time I was trying to explain to a neighbor that he shouldn't call people "Negroes" and he wanted to know what he should use instead. I replied, "Umm, I'm not really sure because I've been outside the US for 2.5 years and so I don't know what is in vogue right now but I do know negro is always a bad choice."
These kind of signs are so nice. Do people who urinate in stairwells obey signs? I think not.
Can you spot the problem in this reflexology sign?
An oldie. Its hard to believe how much the kids have grown since we moved.
For a long time we could only get mashed potatoes at Popeye's. They weren't great but they were mashed!
This Sunday morning Hudson was whispering so much, I had to sneak a shot. We're gonna be bad attention-payers when we get back to church in KY since we've become so accustomed to talking during services here.
Caleb went went the classic backward shirt and underwear as outerwear. Add a Sharpie mustache and mole then you're ready to roll!
Wacky and tacky is a bit easier for girls. Many more accessories to mismatch!
Hudson was a bit more subtle. Maybe so subtle many of our US readers won't get it. He mismatched a Chelsea jersey with Manchester United pants. Its unthinkable!! He added a face stamp, too. Nice touch.
Since we had such great participation we took everyone out for a McD's lunch! Fridays are always better, aren't they?
This is just a few minutes later in our bedroom, notice the temperature at the bottom. In there its even warmer at 87.4. This temperature does make it easy to consume all the water necessary for good health ... some days I can get in 2 liters before lunch!
This is what started it all, though. Our tap water coming from the street to our pipe clocks in at a cool 80ish degrees. Its like having hot water, even though we don't have hot water pipes at our sinks. This is a meat thermometer we brought from the USA so its 80F and not 80C (which is 176F).
But one thing that is great about the tropics: watermelon. You can buy watermelon all year long. At least if its got to feel like summer, you can eat like its summer, too!!
Got a meat thermometer at home? Let us know what your tap water temp is!!
