Took the younger kids to an internet cafe for the first time: a long, hot, dusty walk down Wat Bo road.
It rained most of Thursday morning so the adolescent class was more introverted than we'd have liked it to be. Took them out for breakfast at the Old Market, which got Rom, one of the sleeping booksellers out of his bed: he'd slept in his bookcart with a 9-year-old brother the night before. We woke him up, and I felt bad about it, he looked terribly lost and tired.
He'd finally slept at four AM when all the tourists went home. No wonder he hadn't been able to make our 8 o'clock meeting.