Oh That Dad!

So we went to the silk farm Saturday.  Oh wait, you already know about our adventure... Dad got his pictures on already, how does he always beat me?   I love his pictures....  I will add just a few of mine

I loved the boat ride out.  It was a really hot day, but we had a breeze as the boat went along.   Before we left, I asked the driver , no I guess he is the captain /  owner or whatever, if he had life jackets for us.  I really didn't want my death to be in the Mekong River.  He didn't speak much English, so after I acted out drowning... he smiled and nodded yes.  So I didn't think any more about it.  I need to remember we are in Cambodia.  As we were pulling out, I noticed the life jackets.  Hmmm..." I might die in the Mekong"  were my thoughts....need I say more? 

It was so interesting learning the cycle of the silk.  I will say that I am glad we were there during the egg cycle.  (you know what I mean) ...(it kind of freaked me out even hearing the guide say 'worms' in his Cambodian accent)






Amazing process.  I can't imagine who figured it all out centuries or I guess thousands of years ago.  It must have been pure intelligence flowing from heaven.  Really.                

It is hard to see the eggs in this picture.  They are really small, spread out on the basket.

I love the beauty of Cambodia.

  I love the Cambodians.  They are just the sweetest.  After we were done with the tour, the young man, whose family owns and runs the farm,  invited us to go sit down under a thatched roof,  He had snacks for us.  There was cut watermelon, an unidentified fruit with a knife by it, mango jelly and bottled water, ( he had already given me a water earlier,)  He said,"You are too hot", I think Cambodians genuinely think Americans will die of heat) Anyway, how do you turn it down?  Dad did, so I had to eat it.  Dad kept saying, you'll get sick...I was worried but, oh well.  I just drank a lot of water after, hoping to dilute any germs and wash them out.




As we were looking at the silk scarves, a tour guide from a group coming in came up and said, Hi Elder and Sister.  He is a member, and told us to come with his tour and have dinner with them.          " Free for missionaries " he said.  We told him we couldn't, but maybe next time. So he went to his boat to get his card.  









We went back to our boat to go and it was stuck in the sandy shore.  Our driver had us kind of rock back and forth..nothing was happening.  Then we noticed the boat by us, the only other boat around, was our member friend. (remember he had gone to his boat to get his
card),  He waved and saw we needed help.  He quickly pulled his boat up by ours, tied a rope and pulled us out.  We are being watched over for sure.