The Plague

I have the plague. w and I arrived in Pattaya last night, in a little hostel right next to an area of town that's all in Russian. I left Germany/ Sweden and now I'm in Russia. Pattaya is what you expect Thailand to look like: poshity posh posh resort hotels surrounded by the poverty of the people who actually live here. It's disheartening and not a little disgusting. But enough about them, let's talk about ME! I have the plague. W had it first and now I have it and she took antibiotics and it didn't even phase it. I'm sick. Sick sick sick. Supposed to be teaching street children English. EXCEPT- we forgot we were in Thailand and nothing here ever happens as it says it will. For instance: we go to the place at 9, we get mis directed and arrive at 9:30, the guy we are supposed to meet will be there around 10. We wait. We call. He is not going to be there until 2:30 but the kids are ready for you- go at em! he tells us. Um, I personally would like a little instruction before I try teaching a language. Oh. He thought we were bringing toys and games for the kids to play with us. Ah. that would be different. We went back to our hostel. Slept. Haven't eaten. Haven't seen anything. No desire to leave my bed or air conditioning. ugh. should call but would rather sleep. I miss my Mommy very much.