Early in the week, I recall replacing some guttering on one of the buildings and later in the week, we built a new kitchen and washhouse so the children were able to to have a covered purpose built facility to wash their dishes after meals. The highlight of the week was, of course, our interactions with the children who lived at Baan Home Hug. These interactions were many and varied. Regularly through the week, we would hear a scream followed by squeals of laugher from somewhere on the site. When we heard it, we knew “they got another one”. There were several eskies on site for drinks etc. The children’s favourite trick was to get a small container and fill it with the cold water (melted ice) from the bottom of the esky, sneak up on some poor unsuspecting soul and pour it down their back. The scream came from the person who received the cold water and the squeals of laughter came from the children. No one was spared and we all received our turn at least once through the week. It was hard to be upset with them once you heard their squeals of delight and turned around to see their smiling faces. Once you got over the initial shock, the cold water was very refreshing. Nevertheless, when it happened to you, you still felt like you had been “had”. Prior to Hands Across the Water being involved with Baan Home Hug, they were losing one child every week to AIDS. They could afford to feed the children or medicate them but they couldn’t afford to do both. Hands Across the Water got involved and paid for the medication. Since that day, Baan Home Hug has not lost a single child to AIDS. Two of our favourite activities with the the children were riding on the school bus with them. Seeing how they get to and from school in the chaos of Thailand’s traffic, both vehicle and foot, was amazing and they had a system and a process for everything. The second activity was our dinner with them on our last night, the Thursday night. This was held in a function room not far from Baan Home Hug. We sat around the tables with a spare seat on either side of us. The children walked in and sat between us. Some of them were so small, they needed help pulling in their chairs or cutting up their food so they could eat it. Dinner was accompanied by various speeches, songs and performances from the children, a lot of them English. We were showered with gifts and letters of thanks, in English too. I still have the gifts and the letters.