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2 of 3 sisters who were abandoned by their father. The little girl on the right is Nwee Re Paw and at the time of this posting is in need of a sponsor.

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Another year has passed and God continues to open doors of opportunity for us in our outreach to the Karen refugees in the camps along the Thailand/Burma border.

Rick and I were blessed with tickets to fly to Atlanta on Jan. 10th and spend the night in a hotel near the airport. We then were able to fly out the next morning on the first leg of our trip well rested. The 14 hour flight to Korea was long, but we were able to get some rest. We had a short layover, then traveled directly to Chiang Mai, Thailand. We had decided to bypass Bangkok on this trip and it was a very good decision. This is the first time we haven't flown into Bangkok, and we both agree that it is much easier to fly directly into Chiang Mai.

We rested for 2 days then took a 14 passenger van to Mae Sariang, a small village at the base of the mountain where the refugee camp is located. I have a long time Karen friend who works for an aid organization there. He had made arrangements for a truck and driver to take us up the mountain to Mae Rah Moe refugee camp. I called our driver when we arrived at the little "bus station" to let him know we had arrived and where we would spend the night. He told us he would be right there to pick us up and take us to the guest house. We had thought that we were going to have to walk to our guest house and drag 2 big suitcases. What a blessing it was to have him pick us up! When he arrived, I realized he was a driver I knew and he had driven Rick and I up the mountain before.

The "bus station" is a small building with a dirt area in front where the buses, vans and trucks pick up and drop off passengers. During the last year they had upgraded a little and added a waiting area with benches. It was nice to have a place to wait out of the sun. We made arrangements for Tanad to pick us up early the next morning and take us to the local open air market to buy food to take into the camp with us.

The room we had booked was probably the most rustic one we have ever stayed in. The floors and walls were all concrete. The "closet" was a rope stretched across one wall.
The bathroom door was a piece of plywood board on a roller track with a cement trowel nailed onto it for a handle. We got a big kick out of that.