by Jungle Girl on January 13, 2010
Some of you might know I write for travel magazine Unearthing Asia, a great online magazine all about the delights of Southeast Asia. I’m really pleased to let you all know that the first print edition, featuring an article by yours truly, is now out. For those of you in Asia you can grab it at a newstand now, or click here to browse it online.

by Jungle Girl on January 10, 2010
Today is kids day. All the kids in Thailand are puffed-up-proud of themselves on this; their own shiny day.

Mail, Pha Ngan and Mai come around, a raggle taggle procession of differently sized stompy feet. Proud in their proper baseball shoes, rather than customary dirty barefoot. Raucous on this the day no grown up can tell them no.
They each clutch a prize from the festivities in the main town, Pha ngan a cheap wind up car, Mai a ruler and pencil and Mail an already grubby doll. That they feel special, important and feted is written loud on their faces and warms my heart to see.
Pha Ngan, this troubled boy, on the brink of almost certainly delinquent teenage years, who runs and steals, is chased and beaten and neglected in equal measure. Who has the most infinite tenderness and sweetness with Clear Sky that is truly beautiful to behold. I know his path is set for trouble, his lack of love and care has written it so, and the trouble path is oh-so-dangerous for boys in this oh-so-wild of places.
I pray that somewhere in himself he has courage and drags up his strength in the face of adversity and clings onto his sweetness through it all, to find the love of a kind woman, and the comfort of a loving family.
Mai my little intrepid boy-man, the cutie pie who will melt a million hearts, whom tourists want to grab and hug at every opportunity, who loves baked beans. Who is a sensitive soul and cries easily in the face of other boys’ cruelty as he learns in his five-year-old world what it takes to be a man.
And E mail, my beautiful bouncing butterball baby girl. A little sunbeam, who makes us roar with laughter and brings brightness to even the shabbiness of happenings. Whose valiant heart is always happy, despite the persistent sickness that plagues her, the chronic asthma and the ongoing hospitalizations. With her grubby little legs, permanently dripping nose, and wild unkempt hair she powers through life with enthusiasm that knows no bounds.
Nong mail, kids day
Undaunted she throws herself at everyone she meets with the same open heart, asking only love in return. When I first met her she was a tiny, fat little thing, rolls of chubbiness, perfect cherub mouth and wide wondering eyes. Unfortunately she was also scared of farang and would scream her head off if I even looked at her.
The first time she let me take her out to the beach I fell in love, and knew that we would have a special relationship this little ball of merriment and I. When she took her first steps it was into my hands, and I thought I would burst with excitement and pride as she tottered towards me, arms aloft, trusting entirely. What big responsibility to witness her evolution from that squidgy powdered baby ball to this fabulous gorgeous girl who stands before me, or rather runs, jumps, kicks, and dances, before me.