Monday, December 26, 2005
13-14 Dec, Tuesday - Wednesday
We passed by more padi fields today, some like a golden sea because it's harvesting season. And I really got to see for myself how kampong life is like, with all the pigs, wild chickens and ducks, cows, buffaloes, dogs and such.
So for the second and third day the routine was the same as that of the first, reading prescriptions and dispensing medicine, except that this time round, I went to work armed with balloons. I realised there are quite a number of child patients, and most of the time they enter the makeshift clinic/hut with trepidation. So thus began my part time job as a balloon sculpturer. I tell you I wouldn't exchange anything in the world to see the shy smiles on the children's faces when I give them the balloon flowers, balloon swords, balloon swans, balloon dogs, whichever it was. Balloons are such a rarity in the village! Everything is so dull there, so brown, including the children - their skin, their clothes, and they run around barefooted. Any bright colours, though stark in contrast, attract the children's attention immediately. It seems balloons add colour to their life, literally. And metaphorically. They simply love balloons! :D
And for today I added more vocab to my meagre knowledge of the Khmer language! All credit goes to the new friends I made! They're the youth volunteers from the church helping us out with taking blood pressure, body temperature and personal details of the villagers as they queue up. Ean, Watana, Ratanak, Socheat, Sreymom and Sayha, all older than me by 1-2 years. I really enjoyed talking to them, though it was more like chickens and ducks trying to communicate - difficult, but hilarious all the same! (Their English is like my Khmer, but only better.)
I wonder if I learn more Khmer, will I lose or forget what little I know of the Thai language? The translator actually exclaimed surprised at how fast I picked up Khmer! I can now (effectively!) explain to the Cambodian villagers the daily dosage of their medicine. :D It's quite simple, really. A gift from God, maybe? If so, it may unravel a little of His will for me. :)
And I think I'm getting used to toilets without flush in the village, if they're considered a proper toilet at all. They don't bother me as much any more, as compared to a year ago.
15 Dec, Thursday
We organised a Christmas concert for the 88 orphans of Hope Village today. I don't know what kind of effect we had on them, but the educational team, the teachers (for this trip there were 2 teams, the teachers and the doctors), managed to teach them all the Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22). For children whose only knowledge of English is numbers and alphabets, I must say that's quite a feat! Like what one of the teacher had said, it is our prayer that the seed has been planted in their hearts, but it's up the the Cambodian caretakers to bring them up in the Lord, because only the people understand their own language.
Here I must mention the mosquitoes! There are soooo many of them here it's scary. Especially when night falls, they attack in the veil of the dark. In swarms. The toilets are the worst. They lay in dark corners and with any movement they attack. It's like a ripple effect, everytime I push open a door, a seemingly ripple of mosquitoes will take flight. It's terrifying I tell you. I've got so many bites on my legs I think collectively I lost an ounce of blood. Such is the extremity of the situation.
16 Dec, Friday
The time has come for us to leave Hope Village. Our task is done, our mission complete. With reluctant hearts we left the province of Prey Veng, once again on the same bumpy ride to Phnom Penh. This time round the journey seemed shorter though, and more bearable.
That evening, we had 2 choices - it was either shopping or attending a Cambodian youth service in a church. And being one of the youngest on this trip, naturally I was "volunteered" to represent the team to attend. Much as I like shopping, I have no regrets attending the service! 'Cause I made more new friends! :D I really enjoy meeting youths from other countries and talking to them. After the sermon (in Khmer of which I only caught a word or two, otherwise pretending to understand), I had the chance to talk to some of the youths, and they're really nice and friendly! :D We had a few good laughs among other significant happenings (hehh) but time was too short because soon we had to leave. Managed to exchange emails though, and even took a picture with one of them on his cameraphone :D Ah but our meeting was shortlived. I was whisked away because we had a schedule to follow. I really hope to, want to know them more, know them better, but I guess, if God allows it, we'll meet again somehow, some day.
17 Dec, Saturday
So today we head back to Singapore. This trip has been so much more than what I expected it to be. I really thank God that He called me to this trip (till today I marvel at how He answered my prayer!) because I learned so much about myself. I really enjoy being around children, making them happy, and meeting new friends, talking to people of other nationalities, in both English and broken Khmer (if indeed language is my thing at all).
God has also opened my eyes to the field of medical missions, to the needs of the villagers so poor they've never been to any doctor their whole life. Physically they suffer from so many complications - we've seen AIDS, tuberculosis, pneumonia, uncontrollable bladders after childbirth, eye infections so severe it has to be taken out, a weird syndrome of the skin stretching till it hurts to even breathe, piles, blood infection, diabetes, so many so many - and spiritually they suffer even more. Only God can provide the healing they so desperately need. We are but the workers. Yet it is as said by Jesus, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few" (Matt 9:37). Much needs to be done, but there are not enough people to help these people.
After this trip, I am all the more affirmed about what I want to do in life. It gave me a clear goal to work towards.
Yet not my will, but Yours.
Me and Sharon the doctor attempting to take a picture with the village kids.
My full time job dispensing medicine and explaining daily dosages.
My part time job as a balloon sculpturer.
Distributing Vitamins to children passing by after school.
The brown-ness of it all.
Cost of a balloon: 20 cents.
Cost of a smile: priceless.
Christmas Eve night, as I sat in church, I couldn't help but think about the people in Thailand, the children of the orphanage, the villagers I formed an attachment to... I wished I was back there spending Christmas with them, sharing God's love through even the smallest action of a hug or smile, instead of being wedged between ornately dressed people on a pew, exchanging hurried greetings of 'merry christmas' with nary a second thought to what it really means. I actually felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in my own church, among fellow Singaporean brothers and sisters in Christ, uncomfortable in a place as familiar as home should be.
To my horror, without warning, tears stung my eyes. What am I doing here? I felt lost, unsure, yet at the same time couldn't be more certain that this is not where God wants me to be, for this Christmas, for the next, and for more Christmases to come.
I didn't have any money that night for the offering. With nothing in my pocket to offer God, I gave Him the only thing I had left, yet I know not whether it's of any worth for a King...
I gave God my heart.
Thus ended my first day in the field. Tired but happily exhausted. (:
to be continued.
I haven't had proper time to sit down do any holiday assignments. And I didn't know we had that much to do until the devastating revelations during yesterday's class BBQ. Not to mention the avalanche of revision tests when school reopens next year. In about 25 days' time. A little more than 3 weeks. Only. :S
Y'know sometimes I really wonder if teachers actually derive pleasure or happiness in drowning their students in bone-crushing work. Why do they even call it a school vacation at all.
I think that life is more than just grades and certs. Which probably can explain why my block test and promotional exam results are what they are. Anyways that's besides the point. I am a strong believer that one should not let school envelope your life (the one you're living right now). I believe it's important to pursue what you really want to do. Some people (like my mom) may say it's a fair exchange, to just focus on studying first and enjoy later after you graduate, but what if there's no later?
Life is as unpredictable as it can get.
I don't want to waste my youth poring over notes I hardly understand, nor have much interest in. Not that I'm considering dropping out of school lah, because education is not a choice. Whatever time I have, I want to spend doing things I'm passionate about. I'd like to be answerable to God if He chooses to take me now and if He asks what have I done the past 17 years.
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know whatcha gonna get.
-Adapted from Forrest Gump
In retrospect I was glad I went for the camp after all. I was initially hesitant about going because I had other activities to attend but only one of me. And it didn't really help that I signed up for this camp alone. Others had the company of their friends from church or school. But I was prepared to be a loner 'cause my objective for signing up was not to make friends but to gain a deeper understanding about God's Word. Anyways the whole camp was like a subset of Amazing Race - we had to carry our haversacks and run about the island completing tasks and all. Sorta a prelude to how backpacking(my secret dream!) feels like!
One part of the camp I still vividly remember is trudging through the forest near Upper Pierce reservoir on Friday. It was meant to be a trek from Yio Chu Kang to Choa Chu Kang but I had no idea it was gonna be so... primitive a journey. Not to mention painful. And dirty. I brought a relatively light bag because I knew there'd be alot of travelling involved. I said 'relatively' because in comparison to my group mates' bags it was like, feather weight with heavy weight. I really don't know what they pack, their bags weighed a tonne! I know because I carried it for them. :( Some of my group mates were so weighed down by their own baggage (their sleeping bags, their kiasu 2.5 litre bottle and what nots) that they can't even catch up with brisk walking. Much less survive the forest grounds. So with my own backpack and sleeping bag and an additional tonne of baggage in front of me we trekked through natural trail.
If this is how it feels like to be pregnant, I tell you its not an easy job. Carrying a turtle shell of a bag in front I can't even see my legs in front of me and my back and shoulder hurt from all the extra burden. If it was on levelled pavement I wouldn't have minded, but half the time, or most of the time, trekking in the forest of trees and mud and monkeys, I was trying to avoid the mudpools (I was wearing my favourite Nikes!), balancing planks on streams, huffing and puffing up dirt hills, ah you get the picture. It was terrible. And it seemed never ending. We trekked and trekked but still the end was nowhere in sight. What kept me going was the hope that around that bend we'd near civilisation once more.
Actually I was a little put off by the people without bags, those who have not a baggage on them, but still walked so slowly. I mean, come on, is it so hard to put a little more effort catching up. Tsk. I think I am a little impatient. Okay maybe not a little. Maybe alot more than I think.
So... this camp made me want to join SYFC. Maybe. But it's not for me to decide I guess.
I will follow where You lead.
Forgot to mention that for the beach volleyball tournament finals which I missed, my team came in champion! :D For that we each got a pair of Killer Loop shades, a gold medal, and cash prize! Anyways, here continues my Cambodia experience:
13-14 Dec, Tuesday - Wednesday
We passed by more padi fields today, some like a golden sea because it's harvesting season. And I really got to see for myself how kampong life is like, with all the pigs, wild chickens and ducks, cows, buffaloes, dogs and such.
So for the second and third day the routine was the same as that of the first, reading prescriptions and dispensing medicine, except that this time round, I went to work armed with balloons. I realised there are quite a number of child patients, and most of the time they enter the makeshift clinic/hut with trepidation. So thus began my part time job as a balloon sculpturer. I tell you I wouldn't exchange anything in the world to see the shy smiles on the children's faces when I give them the balloon flowers, balloon swords, balloon swans, balloon dogs, whichever it was. Balloons are such a rarity in the village! Everything is so dull there, so brown, including the children - their skin, their clothes, and they run around barefooted. Any bright colours, though stark in contrast, attract the children's attention immediately. It seems balloons add colour to their life, literally. And metaphorically. They simply love balloons! :D
And for today I added more vocab to my meagre knowledge of the Khmer language! All credit goes to the new friends I made! They're the youth volunteers from the church helping us out with taking blood pressure, body temperature and personal details of the villagers as they queue up. Ean, Watana, Ratanak, Socheat, Sreymom and Sayha, all older than me by 1-2 years. I really enjoyed talking to them, though it was more like chickens and ducks trying to communicate - difficult, but hilarious all the same! (Their English is like my Khmer, but only better.)
I wonder if I learn more Khmer, will I lose or forget what little I know of the Thai language? The translator actually exclaimed surprised at how fast I picked up Khmer! I can now (effectively!) explain to the Cambodian villagers the daily dosage of their medicine. :D It's quite simple, really. A gift from God, maybe? If so, it may unravel a little of His will for me. :)
And I think I'm getting used to toilets without flush in the village, if they're considered a proper toilet at all. They don't bother me as much any more, as compared to a year ago.
15 Dec, Thursday
We organised a Christmas concert for the 88 orphans of Hope Village today. I don't know what kind of effect we had on them, but the educational team, the teachers (for this trip there were 2 teams, the teachers and the doctors), managed to teach them all the Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22). For children whose only knowledge of English is numbers and alphabets, I must say that's quite a feat! Like what one of the teacher had said, it is our prayer that the seed has been planted in their hearts, but it's up the the Cambodian caretakers to bring them up in the Lord, because only the people understand their own language.
Here I must mention the mosquitoes! There are soooo many of them here it's scary. Especially when night falls, they attack in the veil of the dark. In swarms. The toilets are the worst. They lay in dark corners and with any movement they attack. It's like a ripple effect, everytime I push open a door, a seemingly ripple of mosquitoes will take flight. It's terrifying I tell you. I've got so many bites on my legs I think collectively I lost an ounce of blood. Such is the extremity of the situation.
16 Dec, Friday
The time has come for us to leave Hope Village. Our task is done, our mission complete. With reluctant hearts we left the province of Prey Veng, once again on the same bumpy ride to Phnom Penh. This time round the journey seemed shorter though, and more bearable.
That evening, we had 2 choices - it was either shopping or attending a Cambodian youth service in a church. And being one of the youngest on this trip, naturally I was "volunteered" to represent the team to attend. Much as I like shopping, I have no regrets attending the service! 'Cause I made more new friends! :D I really enjoy meeting youths from other countries and talking to them. After the sermon (in Khmer of which I only caught a word or two, otherwise pretending to understand), I had the chance to talk to some of the youths, and they're really nice and friendly! :D We had a few good laughs among other significant happenings (hehh) but time was too short because soon we had to leave. Managed to exchange emails though, and even took a picture with one of them on his cameraphone :D Ah but our meeting was shortlived. I was whisked away because we had a schedule to follow. I really hope to, want to know them more, know them better, but I guess, if God allows it, we'll meet again somehow, some day.
17 Dec, Saturday
So today we head back to Singapore. This trip has been so much more than what I expected it to be. I really thank God that He called me to this trip (till today I marvel at how He answered my prayer!) because I learned so much about myself. I really enjoy being around children, making them happy, and meeting new friends, talking to people of other nationalities, in both English and broken Khmer (if indeed language is my thing at all).
God has also opened my eyes to the field of medical missions, to the needs of the villagers so poor they've never been to any doctor their whole life. Physically they suffer from so many complications - we've seen AIDS, tuberculosis, pneumonia, uncontrollable bladders after childbirth, eye infections so severe it has to be taken out, a weird syndrome of the skin stretching till it hurts to even breathe, piles, blood infection, diabetes, so many so many - and spiritually they suffer even more. Only God can provide the healing they so desperately need. We are but the workers. Yet it is as said by Jesus, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few" (Matt 9:37). Much needs to be done, but there are not enough people to help these people.
After this trip, I am all the more affirmed about what I want to do in life. It gave me a clear goal to work towards.
Yet not my will, but Yours.
The beautiful padi fields we passed by.
Me and Sharon the doctor attempting to take a picture with the village kids.
My full time job dispensing medicine and explaining daily dosages.
My part time job as a balloon sculpturer.
Distributing Vitamins to children passing by after school.
The brown-ness of it all.
Cost of a balloon: 20 cents.
Cost of a smile: priceless.
writing at 7:33 PM
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Christmas Eve night, as I sat in church, I couldn't help but think about the people in Thailand, the children of the orphanage, the villagers I formed an attachment to... I wished I was back there spending Christmas with them, sharing God's love through even the smallest action of a hug or smile, instead of being wedged between ornately dressed people on a pew, exchanging hurried greetings of 'merry christmas' with nary a second thought to what it really means. I actually felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in my own church, among fellow Singaporean brothers and sisters in Christ, uncomfortable in a place as familiar as home should be.
To my horror, without warning, tears stung my eyes. What am I doing here? I felt lost, unsure, yet at the same time couldn't be more certain that this is not where God wants me to be, for this Christmas, for the next, and for more Christmases to come.
I didn't have any money that night for the offering. With nothing in my pocket to offer God, I gave Him the only thing I had left, yet I know not whether it's of any worth for a King...
I gave God my heart.
writing at 10:57 PM
Saturday, December 24, 2005
10 Dec, Saturday
This trip started off with a bang, literally. I almost missed my flight! Eating a hurried breakfast at Mac's with my friends only to discover the rest of the group had already checked in... And when I checked the digital screen, the the flight for Phnom Penh (capital of Cambodia) flashed an urgent "Last Call" repeatedly. Panic flooded my veins. It was the first time I had ever felt so scared. I imagined being left behind, going home to my mom's shocked face which will immediately turn to anger... And so I ran. I never ran so hard! And I never jumped so many people's queue before! Thank God really, that people at the check in queue were kind enough to let me pass first when I explained to them my dire situation. And I ran more, with my handcarry sling bag bouncing against my butt, airticket and passport in hand, frantically searching for the departure gate. It must be quite a sight because people actually stopped to stare! :S But I didn't care. I was fuelled by pure panic, and when I finally found the gate, I was painfully out of breath and embarrassingly disheveled, but gratefully relieved. And the best thing was I couldn't find ANY of my fellow trippers. Because they're all late. And I'm early. Oh happiness. They all came 5 minutes later. Rahhhhh. What a nice way to start the trip, by having a near cardiac arrest.
Anyways, so safely we boarded and arrived in Phnom Penh. One incident was that everybody got through smoothly past the Cambodian customs. But as I walking through, the custom officer started talking to me in Khmer, their local language. Which of course, I didn't understand. So I just politely smiled. I find this totally so not funny, but my fellow trippers were laughing their heads off at me when I told them. I can't help it if I'm born with this hue what!
After, we travelled 3 hours south-east to the province of Prey Veng, to Hope Village, the orphanage where we are staying. Along the way we passed by markets, where we saw kids without limbs begging for money, desperate hawkers swarming around our vehicle trying to sell us their fares (inclusive of fried spiders and crickets, roasted baby chicks, among other horrors, or delights, depending on which perspective you take on). You know we wanted to help, to give money to the kids, but once we did that, it's like inviting the whole clan, the entire community of streetkids to our vehicle, which is not really very advisable. The only thing we could really offer them is a prayer to God for them I guess.
12 Dec, Monday
One of the reasons why I opted to come to Cambodia instead of Thailand is because I wanted to experience for myself what medical missions is all about. And when God gave me the role of a medical assistant for this trip, I couldn't ask for more! :D From Hope Village we travelled 2 hours out on a bumpy dirt road, past vast expanses of rich green padi fields (they're breathtakingly beautiful!), cows, pigs, chickens, buffalos, and finally reached a wooden hut on stilts. This was our makeshift "clinic", and the villagers were already waiting for us to begin.
My job was to read the doctor's prescription, collect the various medication and dispense it to the patient. Sounds easy? Not when there are like a few dozen worth of medicine with all their complicated names to remember - paracetamol, ferrous fumarate, amoxycillin, maxolon, famatodine, just to name a few. I had a translator with me, so while I collected the medicine she gave instructions on consumption. In Khmer of course. Actually I find it quite an easy language to pick up. With virtually everyone around you talking in Khmer, it's hard not to learn something. So on my first day, I attempted to explain the daily intake of medicine to the villagers, in Khmer. And I'm not bad! :D They actually understood. :D
This trip started off with a bang, literally. I almost missed my flight! Eating a hurried breakfast at Mac's with my friends only to discover the rest of the group had already checked in... And when I checked the digital screen, the the flight for Phnom Penh (capital of Cambodia) flashed an urgent "Last Call" repeatedly. Panic flooded my veins. It was the first time I had ever felt so scared. I imagined being left behind, going home to my mom's shocked face which will immediately turn to anger... And so I ran. I never ran so hard! And I never jumped so many people's queue before! Thank God really, that people at the check in queue were kind enough to let me pass first when I explained to them my dire situation. And I ran more, with my handcarry sling bag bouncing against my butt, airticket and passport in hand, frantically searching for the departure gate. It must be quite a sight because people actually stopped to stare! :S But I didn't care. I was fuelled by pure panic, and when I finally found the gate, I was painfully out of breath and embarrassingly disheveled, but gratefully relieved. And the best thing was I couldn't find ANY of my fellow trippers. Because they're all late. And I'm early. Oh happiness. They all came 5 minutes later. Rahhhhh. What a nice way to start the trip, by having a near cardiac arrest.
Anyways, so safely we boarded and arrived in Phnom Penh. One incident was that everybody got through smoothly past the Cambodian customs. But as I walking through, the custom officer started talking to me in Khmer, their local language. Which of course, I didn't understand. So I just politely smiled. I find this totally so not funny, but my fellow trippers were laughing their heads off at me when I told them. I can't help it if I'm born with this hue what!
After, we travelled 3 hours south-east to the province of Prey Veng, to Hope Village, the orphanage where we are staying. Along the way we passed by markets, where we saw kids without limbs begging for money, desperate hawkers swarming around our vehicle trying to sell us their fares (inclusive of fried spiders and crickets, roasted baby chicks, among other horrors, or delights, depending on which perspective you take on). You know we wanted to help, to give money to the kids, but once we did that, it's like inviting the whole clan, the entire community of streetkids to our vehicle, which is not really very advisable. The only thing we could really offer them is a prayer to God for them I guess.
12 Dec, Monday
One of the reasons why I opted to come to Cambodia instead of Thailand is because I wanted to experience for myself what medical missions is all about. And when God gave me the role of a medical assistant for this trip, I couldn't ask for more! :D From Hope Village we travelled 2 hours out on a bumpy dirt road, past vast expanses of rich green padi fields (they're breathtakingly beautiful!), cows, pigs, chickens, buffalos, and finally reached a wooden hut on stilts. This was our makeshift "clinic", and the villagers were already waiting for us to begin.
My job was to read the doctor's prescription, collect the various medication and dispense it to the patient. Sounds easy? Not when there are like a few dozen worth of medicine with all their complicated names to remember - paracetamol, ferrous fumarate, amoxycillin, maxolon, famatodine, just to name a few. I had a translator with me, so while I collected the medicine she gave instructions on consumption. In Khmer of course. Actually I find it quite an easy language to pick up. With virtually everyone around you talking in Khmer, it's hard not to learn something. So on my first day, I attempted to explain the daily intake of medicine to the villagers, in Khmer. And I'm not bad! :D They actually understood. :D
So this basically sums up the day. I was stuck the whole day in the hut giving out medicine, and we worked till sundown, till we couldn't see anymore. People there in the village didn't have electricity; they survive by candlelight. Made me realise how much I take the lightbulb for granted, among so many other things...
Thus ended my first day in the field. Tired but happily exhausted. (:
to be continued.
writing at 11:32 PM
Monday, December 05, 2005
I haven't had proper time to sit down do any holiday assignments. And I didn't know we had that much to do until the devastating revelations during yesterday's class BBQ. Not to mention the avalanche of revision tests when school reopens next year. In about 25 days' time. A little more than 3 weeks. Only. :S
Y'know sometimes I really wonder if teachers actually derive pleasure or happiness in drowning their students in bone-crushing work. Why do they even call it a school vacation at all.
I think that life is more than just grades and certs. Which probably can explain why my block test and promotional exam results are what they are. Anyways that's besides the point. I am a strong believer that one should not let school envelope your life (the one you're living right now). I believe it's important to pursue what you really want to do. Some people (like my mom) may say it's a fair exchange, to just focus on studying first and enjoy later after you graduate, but what if there's no later?
Life is as unpredictable as it can get.
I don't want to waste my youth poring over notes I hardly understand, nor have much interest in. Not that I'm considering dropping out of school lah, because education is not a choice. Whatever time I have, I want to spend doing things I'm passionate about. I'd like to be answerable to God if He chooses to take me now and if He asks what have I done the past 17 years.
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know whatcha gonna get.
-Adapted from Forrest Gump
writing at 6:31 PM
Saturday, December 03, 2005
In retrospect I was glad I went for the camp after all. I was initially hesitant about going because I had other activities to attend but only one of me. And it didn't really help that I signed up for this camp alone. Others had the company of their friends from church or school. But I was prepared to be a loner 'cause my objective for signing up was not to make friends but to gain a deeper understanding about God's Word. Anyways the whole camp was like a subset of Amazing Race - we had to carry our haversacks and run about the island completing tasks and all. Sorta a prelude to how backpacking(my secret dream!) feels like!
One part of the camp I still vividly remember is trudging through the forest near Upper Pierce reservoir on Friday. It was meant to be a trek from Yio Chu Kang to Choa Chu Kang but I had no idea it was gonna be so... primitive a journey. Not to mention painful. And dirty. I brought a relatively light bag because I knew there'd be alot of travelling involved. I said 'relatively' because in comparison to my group mates' bags it was like, feather weight with heavy weight. I really don't know what they pack, their bags weighed a tonne! I know because I carried it for them. :( Some of my group mates were so weighed down by their own baggage (their sleeping bags, their kiasu 2.5 litre bottle and what nots) that they can't even catch up with brisk walking. Much less survive the forest grounds. So with my own backpack and sleeping bag and an additional tonne of baggage in front of me we trekked through natural trail.
If this is how it feels like to be pregnant, I tell you its not an easy job. Carrying a turtle shell of a bag in front I can't even see my legs in front of me and my back and shoulder hurt from all the extra burden. If it was on levelled pavement I wouldn't have minded, but half the time, or most of the time, trekking in the forest of trees and mud and monkeys, I was trying to avoid the mudpools (I was wearing my favourite Nikes!), balancing planks on streams, huffing and puffing up dirt hills, ah you get the picture. It was terrible. And it seemed never ending. We trekked and trekked but still the end was nowhere in sight. What kept me going was the hope that around that bend we'd near civilisation once more.
Actually I was a little put off by the people without bags, those who have not a baggage on them, but still walked so slowly. I mean, come on, is it so hard to put a little more effort catching up. Tsk. I think I am a little impatient. Okay maybe not a little. Maybe alot more than I think.
So... this camp made me want to join SYFC. Maybe. But it's not for me to decide I guess.
I will follow where You lead.
writing at 10:10 PM
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