It all started when Roy, Ben, Tremaynne, and I left the school. We had packed up our clothing and all the essentials, and headed North to Chiang Mai, leaving Jason and Travis behind. Now that all the level headed ones were gone, Jason and Travis swung into action. They flew off in different directions taking care of all the last minute business, then they began to work on putting together an Asian version of a moving van.

I had actually accumulated quite a bit of stuff in our time here; blankets, pillows, my foam pad, dishes, pots and pans, and a plastic box to keep things in. All of this was packed into rainbow stripe plastic bags, and sat waiting for brilliant minds to transport it.

Jason and Travis calmly surveyed their resources. They had one motor bike. They had one small metal trailer. They had some rope. And there the idea of a motor home was born. They quickly strapped the trailer to the seat of the motor bike, using rope. Then they began piling all the stuff into the trailer. It bulged menacingly out the top, and spilled over the sides. What to do? They started over again, and while in the process, they decided to make good use of all the blankets and pillows….they created a motor home! They found that if you stacked it just right, a person could lay down on the top of the load and put their feet on the back of the motor bike, and ride in comfort. After testing it out thoroughly, they strapped the whole thing down. They were quite proud of their invention, and decided that they wanted to start their adventure right away.It was evening, and already dark.

The Adams family and Gayle pleaded in vain for the boys to wait until morning, but the boys were determined, so with a prayer for guidance and safety, they were off.

About that time, we were sitting in the kitchen with Pastor Phamor, and he was asking us how we were going to get all our things down to our new home. We explained the plan of putting everything that we could on the motor bike trailer and driving down. He was horrified! He told us that the soldiers would not let us do that, and it would be far too dangerous.There are checkpoints all along the way, and there is no way they would let us through. So, I came racing into the bedroom to call the boys…..they were already in Mae Sot, 2 1/2 hours from the school. We talked at length, and they decided that if they were to get stopped at the check point on the other side of Mae Sot, they would turn around and go back to the school, if not, they would keep going.

The next day I got a phone call from Travis. He was luxuriating in the back of the motor home while Jason drove. He said that yes, they did get stopped at the check point, but only so that the soldiers could laugh at them, and check out their set-up. They were almost to their destination already, after having driven all night. They did take turns, one sleeping while the other drove. They said that they were finding out just how brilliant a plan they actually had, since there was a lot less traffic at night. ( in order to understand, you must imagine driving very near a huge city on a four lane highway with this motor bike “motor home”. )

They arrived at their destination in the early afternoon, after about a 20 hour ride. Now, the part that will upset you probably as much as it did me was that NOBODY got pictures!!! ( I had all the cameras with me) But the good news is that nobody got hurt, all our stuff is down there, and we got 110 mpg! Not bad, huh?