The last couple of weeks have just passed me like a whirlwind. I feel as though I haven’t blogged in an age, and that Christmas was just a tornado of too much food and drink and nonsense, and now it’s all just gone for another year.
Christmas Eve saw the Christmas show here at the school. I came in, full of Christmas cheer, which was amplified tenfold when I saw all the children dressed up in Santa Claus outfits, and sparkling dresses. Even though this was not a huge holiday for them, they put such a lot of effort in which was really lovely to see.
We all walked over to the main hall, where Kindergarten all sat together, and the other grades sat behind. After some speeches from teachers, it was time for the songs and dances to begin.
My class was second to go up, singing their rendition of “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”. They were great, if a little shy with the rest of the school as their audience, however I was so proud, taking photos and videos like some over enthusiastic Mum.
We then sat and watched as the older children took it in turns to perform their songs and dances. There were so many great acts from the kids, and it was so lovely to see smiles on everybody’s faces.
After the days antics it was time to get ready for the grown up side of Christmas.
All our friends we have here in Chiang Rai and the surrounding towns live in accommodation that mainly consists of a double bed, a wardrobe, and a shower / toilet room. Eating out here is so cheap; we don’t really have a use for kitchen. As we were all away from our homes and families this year, we agreed that it’d be nice for us to have use of a house with a kitchen. After looking online, it was clear that using Airbnb.com was our best option. Not only did we manage to rent a place with a kitchen, it just so happened that it was a beautiful villa, with swimming pool and next to a little lake.
The best bit being that as there were so many people wishing to make use of the house, split between us all, in only came to £7.92 per person.
A few of us went to the shopping centre, where we bought all the provisions necessary to see out Christmas, before returning to the house. We had a lovely Christmas Eve with a handful of friends, where we wore Christmas hats, drank wine and danced to festive songs.
We awoke on Christmas day to a beautiful misty haze hovering over the pool. After cleaning up some clutter from the previous night, Emma made pancakes and eggs for breakfast, as we drank our coffees in the rising sun. Being the first Christmas I’d ever spent out of England; it was certainly preferable to the freezing cold mornings I’d experienced every other year of my life.
From here on we lazed by the pool, enjoyed some drinks, and slowly more and more friendly trickled in from finishing at their schools.
Finally, everyone was present, and an amazing Christmas dinner was cooked. We all sat around and said Grace, before tucking in round a big make shift table, before retiring to the living room to watch Elf and feel fat.
There are some things that remain the same whether in the UK or Thailand.