After that we went to this "green area" and met a lot more people, sat around in a small building, and ate a bit. Here are the ladies all gathered together. 
The interesting thing was that this small building was built sticking out over a pond. Every time a new person joined us, I wondered how many people the fire marshall had rated that place to hold. Someone would walk in and I would wait for us all to collapse into the water but we never did. You can see the edge of the building in the photo below. Sorry we didn't get a better outside shot of it.
Here is Mom enjoying all the excitement. She appreciates that we try to have all our conversations in the local language but also knows most of these people speak English, too, and so probably feels a bit bored and left out a lot.
If you normally see her in KY, you may not recognize that dark circle around her hair. We're not really sure what it is but its been there since she arrived...
So with some sickness floating around, Grandma is getting in plenty of time with the kids. She was pressed into duty to watch over Bethany and Hudson while we were at the hospital with Caleb. Then she was alone with them most of the day today. She seems to be hanging in there, though. What a trooper!!
Now we're not even surprised to find bottles at the gas station. Seems the Mountain Dew floodgates have been opened.
This would be much more exciting for us if Angie and/or I actually liked Mountain Dew. At least the kids are excited. Now if someone would start carrying Big Red, I might never go home.
Early on its always like, "You have to get married before you have kids." Or something like, "I'm a two-thousand-aire."
It wasn't this kind of monkey. This monkey is a sweet, flower-eating monkey.
This sweet, leaf-eating monkey is called a Dusky leaf-monkey. The rascal kind of monkey is the one below. They steal eggs, sugar packets, soft drinks, and other junk if you are not careful. Local folks look at them like many people would look at a raccoon. How cute they are depending on whether or not they are stealing your stuff or not.
It was this kind of monkey, a Long-tailed-macaque that came after us at the zoo one time. We were just walking along, trying to finish our zoo day when we came upon a troop of them raiding some trash cans. Our party was divided: Do we go way back around or Do we just walk coolly through?
Not it was a Proboscis Monkey like this. But a macaque like the one above. Well, this monkey has chosen the wrong dude. We had us a good 'ole fashioned Barren County alpha male competition (between an Asian dude and a monkey)! The monkey made the first mistake when he lunged but didn't attack! You know like a middle school kid will do. 
It certainly wasn't an orangutan. They are friendly and not living in trees near the zoo. So, anyway, the story ...
Listen, it wasn't a white-handed gibbon. Focus! It was a macaque. And when that trash can lid went flying, so did that troop of monkeys. What a bunch of losers!! **Spoken by the guy who wanted to turn back and go around the long way.**
So remember, if you see a macaque trailing you to your car or eyeing your trash can. There are some things you can do. First, avoid eye contact. Second, back away if you can. Third, if you are determined to go forward, just start going ballistic and throw a trash can lid like you haven't ever been out of Temple Hill. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to take him. Special note, if you are from Tompkinsville, just go ahead and bite him. He is much more likely to get rabies from you than you are from him.
We were so lucky only Bethany was with us. Had her reaction been multiplied by three, surely security would have insisted we leave. It was wild enough when we got home.
So an amazing find and less than $1 each. I initially told Bethany with the exchange rate, each bottle cost around $8 and so the three were just about $25. "Is it a good deal?" I asked. "Yeah," she answered "Get them." A good deal always depends on whose money is being spent...
You see the number 4 is unlucky in Chinese culture since it sounds like the word for death. So its not uncommon to find a building that goes from 2 to 3 to 3A to 5.
One limiting factor is that our eggs here are brown and not white. Don't feel bad for us, recently one of the kids saw eggs on some American TV show and commented how the eggs were obviously fake since they were white. Brown ones are a bit harder to color, though.
So many choices. So many ideas. You could almost hear the creativity.
The finished products. They all kind of came out with a reddish tint.
On Sunday afternoon we took the opportunity to hide the eggs around the house since it had been raining most of the day Saturday and Sunday.
Bethany is a great hunter. The first to catch her limit for the hunt.
H-man was pretty proud, too. Caleb is getting so old it was harder for him to find any eggs but he got his share, too.
After all the eggs were recovered, Bethany hid them again for Mom and Dad to find. And guess who the winner was ... MOM! Just like last year.
The closest we got to an Easter Bunny was this guy at the mall but we think it was just a coincidence. Holidays here have alot of the Western culture stripped away and you can make all kinds of new traditions.
We say Goat (Meat) because here we don't have words like beef but instead say cow meat. Isn't that nice? Well, its really only true in a technical sense. That is how the rules work but its not how people talk. You should say, "I'd like some chicken meat." But really you just say "chicken" and people get the "meat" from the context (since you're standing in front of a ton of dead chickens).
In conclusion, you should eat more local goat. Its tasty and low in fat. Also, I am happy that around here we just take the word 'meat' and then say what kind it is. Not so much vocab to memorize.
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.
