words alone are not suffice to portray the past 19 days of my life in justice, but since i really don't feel like uploading the photos yet, whoever cares enough to read this will have to suffer a bit of injustice.

truly, the days spent in nan have left an indelible imprint on my heart. never will i forget the ridiculous five hours journey bumping up (and consequently, down)the mountains on the back of a pick-up with about 15 others, amazing ourselves with the countless stars along the way, obsessing over the orion, that being the only constellation we were able to identify, and swearing that we were either going to pee in our pants or die of hunger. the jumping around in the cold when we finally reached ban nam ree(at 11pm) because we had to wait for our bags to unload before digging out our jackets, the moving in to our sleeping quarters, and the amazement that there were running water and lights, and that it was a nice concrete two storey house with parquet flooring and two bathrooms, as opposed to our mental idea of living in a mudhouse. our united cursings the next morning at the village radio which faithfully blares through the village at 6.30 every morning, then followed by declarations of how we are about to freeze to death. the morning showers (for me, and a few others who dared to bathe in the morning) which left you completely unable to feel your fingers, toes, and necks. our initial cheap thrills at how nice and cute and polite the students were, all stopping to greet you sawadika, until they turned out to be screaming, violent kids who liked nothing better than to jab your asshole. my devastation when we learnt that we were going to be abstaining from chicken for the trip, and that vegetables, other than rice, was their main staple.

-to be continued-

i need to go iron my clothes.

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10:11 PM