So we were woken in the wee small hours, not only by the usual cockerels and the local dogs but a much louder noise - thunder? Mating frogs? No an elephant in the last stages of labour, yes really. We were all up listening, breathing every contraction with her. We decided to go for a … Continue reading Day 8: baby birth, such humbling experience, kayaking, travelling back to Surin, sitting on the balcony, amazing meal- worst service ever experienced.
Rambling With Ruthie 