Nong Pick, my host brother, came home from school with a "new hair cut." As we were picking him up from school he approached the truck with his hand held to the back of his head. My host father, paw Bet, handed him a hoody. It wasn't until we arrived at the barber's shop that I got to see what nong Pick had been hiding, a large strip of missing hair, similiar to a racing stip that originated at the top of his head down to his neck. Apparently this is how teacher's inform thir students that that their hair is not up to code.
While we waited in the barber's shop a man smelling of alcohol walked in and struck up conversation. After A few minutes I had exhausted the few thai phrases I knew, but the man continued to talk. Intermitedly he asked if I understood: "Khoa jai mai?" , I would respond with no I do not understand: "Mai khao jai" this seemed to make no diference to him. After between 30 and 45 mintues of talking to this individual (or listening with out understanding) we left the barbershop. My host father informed me that none of them could understand this man either, "he is a gambler."
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