Isuzu Trucks and Breastfeeding

Isuzu Trucks are the exception to the genteel rule of Lao transport. First of all, they have air horns that will split your eardrums if you're not careful. Second clue, they look like the bullies they appear to be; big, heavy and barreling everywhere at breakneck (for Laos) speed. Third, they stop for nothing. Even if I were a cute little goat, I wouldn't test them.

There is a family living in part of the office. The office is in the center where I teach. It has a large room with a couple mats in it, a small bathroom with a toilet that works but a sink that doesn't and a room with a ceiling fan (definitely a saver!), a desk with an old Mitsubishi computer and a hard drive on it, and a printer, a mat and a small rug on the floor. Oh, and one swivel chair. This is where I normally blog and it is usually empty. Yesterday, I took off my shoes and walked in as usual to find a young mother, her two preschoolers and her toddler, who was enjoying a breastfeeding buffet. I was delighted to see her breastfeeding lying on one of the mats on the floor. She, however, was understandably startled. I apologized in both Lao and English; she seemed uncomprehending either way. I slipped into the computer room and the family was outside taking a walk when I left to go to the classroom. It seems the college semester starts next week and the father of the family is waiting to move into married student quarters. Some days hold more adventures than others.