What would life in Mae Sot have been without Kung? His bar was not just a drinking hole, it was a meeting place for ex-pats. Plenty of Karen and Thais popped in as well, and Kung always had his good friends about, but the ex-pats from all the NGOs congregated there.
Mattieu and Kung comparing blad spots.The bar itself was a nice place, but what made it was Kung. Not only did he fix my gin and tonics (and often left the bar telling us to help ourselves), he became a good friend. I really miss his regular harassment.
Yes, I am the only woman in this picture, but there were often other women there. This night happened to be mostly men. And me.
That's Maw (Dr) Robert dancing with my mom.
