I was surprised to learn that 'farang belly' (farang=foreigner) is accompanied by a pounding head. I was surprised to get it so early in my trip (even though Danielle told me so!). But thinking back to the midnight meal (that my night bus food coupon earned me) ... I shouldn't be surprised at all. NB: Thanks to the Revis Barber kitchen, I recognized rice porridge as a comfort food, and comfort was needed at the 'rest stop' on the side of the road where we ate - halfway through the 12 hour ride. Moving on... in Nong Khai, I had breakfast with a couple of Peace Corps girls and heard about their projects. Then to Sarnelli House where I nursed my belly and met my new friends for two weeks (just one group of kids pictured here). That's Fr. Michael Shea who runs the joint in the middle - see his t-shirt. He mostly wears sport and beer tshirts; I'd have to say this is my favorite (Ragin Cajuns - Go Lafayette!).