Brad, above, playing leaves vs rocks with the monks
Brad ate four different types of buys. The cicada above was the best tasting apparently.
Grasshopper. It made the crunch like skeleton knuckles cracking. I couldn't even shop or eat after this. He also consumed a cricket and a silkworm, which he described had the consistency of mashed potato flakes.
The bird whisperer!
If you are bad children santa will bring you deep fried chicken heads and feet! He knows when you have been naughty and nice....
We woke up early and went to feed the monks in honor of our ancestors. This one is for you Tutu....
This one is for my grandfather, lovingly known as Cotton.
Brad also did some for his ancestors.
Beach shot from Koh Chang during a hazy gorgeous day.
Good luck, bad luck, and a little in between!
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