Because discussing stomach problems is part of traveling, I'll have you know that the morning after the camp-out I had rice soup with ?minced pork? that was very tasty going down, but came back up in what I thought was record time just three minutes after I lowered my spoon. Lesson learned: farang bellies are different. There's no point in trying to be brave or adaptive, and there's risk in assuming your hosts know what is okay for you to eat. Pics here are of the church attached to aforementioned school and of a nearby graveyard (people in this village - and at the school and Sarnelli House - are both Catholic and Buddhist). Other commonalities with South Louisiana in addition to Catholicism - fondness for whiskey/coke and Scotch/water and the knowledge that neighbors are for visiting. Part of my regular schedule was riding on the back of the volunteer house cook's scooter - always stopping to say hello to family and friends on our way to and fro. Also, Fr. Shea gives her a monthly allowance to cook or buy for the sick and elderly, so we did that from the back of the scooter too.