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  • It's a rainy Tuesday afternoon in Wellington, New Zealand and I'm sitting at the airport awaiting my flight to Bangkok. I'm lucky this time, as I only have an hour stopover in Sydney, usually it's nine hours of shear boredom.

    This time last year I was already in Thailand, just finishing up working on an art project with refugee children from Burma. I remember the day well, the 5th Dec is the King's birthday and Thailand just turns into one big party. It was time for us to celebrate the completion of the Little Lotus Project 2010.

    The other three artists I was working with on the project had left to head back to Bangkok. I stayed in Mae Sot for a few days as I had some good friends there and a very good friend from NZ arriving.

    The King's birthday was incredible, there were stalls everywhere. We tried to win HUGE teddy bears, we bought fake glasses, we got stared at lots and we drank quite a few cold cans of Leo beer. The best part of all was the dancing, a Burmese band were playing and we just let loose, we knew almost nobody in the sea of Thai and Burmese locals, so why not go crazy to the music. It was so much fun, I could almost call it my best gig ever, even though I can't remember a single thing about the actual music. We were all about dancing with the locals. At one point I remember turning around to see a few thousand faces watching the crowd of people dancing and as the only 3 westerners in the crowd, we sure stood out!

    The 6th was a pretty chilled day, breaky at our local cafe and a final dip in the pool before the eight hour night bus back to Mae Sot.

    It was a really sad and really exciting time for me. I was leaving good friends who I had just had the best 3 weeks with, but was jumping on the plane to be welcomed at the airport by the most beautiful girl in the world.

    It's only an hour till I fly and the excitement hasn't kicked in yet, why? Is it because I'm a little scared that on this trip there are 14 of us? Is it because I can't be 100% prepared for the project until I get there? Is it because things are going to be different on my plane journey home this year? The most beautiful girl in the world is still meeting me, but things are different a year on.

    I think as soon as I get on that bike and ride through the warm, buzzing streets of Mae Sot I will get my happy, big smile on. It's the time that the adventure starts, we talk about projects like this for so many months that they almost don't feel real. The Little Lotus Project 2011 is going to change my life, I know it and I can't wait for that excitement to kick in once I make it to Mae Sot.

    Live in the moment they say, it's time to shut out any thoughts of the way home or the post trip things I need to do. Time to enjoy the journey there. Time to go get on that plane!
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