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... and prodded all over, sat on. My hair has been pulled and plaited, my arms squished. My cheeks squeezed by little coffee-brown hands, followed by little coffee-brown arms covered in CheezStiks making their way around my neck for a hug.
Yusef slowly shook his little 3-year-old head and smiled when I asked him “Wha gwan Yusef?”
I barely made it into the bathroom alone because I can’t ...
... cook books and is speaking on the 17th re her life as the wife of Colonel Bauer the social aide in the White House for 25 years. I wonder how little old ordinary Barb and Ken will go with people who have lead such an. Interesting life. Instalment two tomorrow night. Had dinner in Compass Rose and then back to phone home, good talk with Darren, couldn't get Wayne and a little talk with Garry and Laura before falling out. Early bed night trying to catch up on ...
This day is the day we have been looking forward to for most of the trip, crossing the Panama Canal. We rose very early to be up on deck, 6am, to see the arrival of the pilot who was to take control of the ship and guide it through the canal, this is the only place in the world where a pilot takes the control of the ship completely out of the Captain's hands? The sunrise was beautiful and the skyline of Panama City was just magic. When the ships reach a point they no longer go by ...
... not mind being called “Miss” like the other teachers. “No Lindsay,” she says, “Auntie is more like family.”
Moments, and people, like these fill up my heart. But it’s not a type of filling that can be measured by how much is poured in, or how empty it still is. It is a type of filling made up of the putting of pieces of your heart in the ...
... for around 30 seconds, partly due
to the heat, partly due to the alcohol and the strong smell of weed
in the tent from the French guy but mainly because of the continual
and worrying noises outside of the tent. As I tried to ask my French
roomie how the hell he had slept through the night with all the
noises going on all he could answer with was a series of signs
telling me he was deaf ...