So far I've only ever been able to admire them from a distance. The big mountains, I mean.
We've gone for day trips sometimes. Little visits to a Wat (temple) or garden lookout. I've been on a few winding roads, lurching upwards with gears grinding. A drive that maybe took 30 minutes, if that.
But tomorrow we're heading to the mountains for real. An eight hour drive straight up, I'm told. And when we get there, we'll be in a remote Karen village, Suradet's home.
The purpose of our weekend mountain getaway is to visit with Suradet's parents, and worship with the church that meets there. I've prepared something to say for Sunday morning, because I've been asked to preach. But honestly, I have no idea what context I'm coming into, and am heading into this completely open to the learnings I fully expect will be waiting up there for me.
This will be an offline experience. No internet, no connections. I'm not even sure they'll be running water. Only the mountain, my Thai family, and God's good gift of yet another adventure.
Pictures and stories to follow.
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