Back Back Back….
Right, 3 months straight without speaking/writing a single word of chinese… (except when I was teaching my gwai mui friends how to swear)…. 3 months without any asian food…
Will I be like a heung ha jai going back to the concrete jungle? My eyes are way too accustomed to green now. The moment I stepped into Hong Kong chek lap kok airport I felt a bit nervous… I’m dark and my hair’s soooooo long…. looking out of place here in the big city tim… wow.. is that cultral shock?
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Okay so this is the end of my first placement… Left the animal rescue center and we were all sent to Windhoek (capital of Namibia) on a cattle truck. Yes we all sat at the back of a truck where there usually is cattles, 13 of us. haha it’s actually quite cool though. Very african, but that 3 hrs ride was quite tiring…
Sth really funny happened last night… haha… There’s that German girl who always asked me to teach her how to swear in Chinese. So I just taught her some typical ones like ‘diu nei’, ‘ding nei gor fai’ and ‘puk gai’ but somehow she can ONLY remember ‘diu nei’
Right so we were at a bar last night. There was a drunk man who came towards our table and was trying to play some tricks with some coins. He put an african drum on our table and asked me to play then I was like wtf?? I just told him ‘I’m tone-deaf, sorry’
Then he said ‘No I don’t believe that’
then my german friend asked him ‘Hey, don’t you have any friends?’
He ans ‘What? Where do you come from?’
Then my german friend said… ‘I’m from HONG KONG!!!!’
That guy stood in silence
then german girl said ‘KONNICHIWA!!!!’
I went 
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That guy went ‘What?’
then german girl yelled at him ‘DEEEEEEEEEU NEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’
That guy said ‘u guys are crazy’ then walked off.
I laughed my ass off… hahahahha….
Aww… I miss Duma, Zita, Goeters, Nikita, Afram, Shingela, Lueki, Jeannie, Aloise, Aiko, Aisha, Kiki, Bony, Zion, Minstrel, Patches, Patcha, Smokey, Lucky, Lilibi, Prince, Whiskey and the list goes on and on and on and on and on………………….
Okay more updates later
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| omg I might have been eaten alive by a wild lion!
The other day I’ve been camping in the bushes in Okavango delta, Botswana, Southern Africa, a place without electricity, running water, anything, literally in the middle of nowhere. Got there by sitting behind an africa truck for 3 hours then a further 2 hours canoeing down the river with hippos around… Right so that night I was woken up by some scratching sounds outside my tent. It was in the middle of the night and there was nothing but complete darkness. I heard some weird noises and more scratches. But I was just too tired I drifted back to sleep. The next morning, one of the local guides who brought us there said a wild lion went into our campsite last night. oooh. exciting. so i suppose he or she wanted to sleep with me. |
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Lil kids + lil presents = memory of a lifetime.
Before I leave Zambia (where I had my second placement) for Zimbabwe to start my third placement, I decided to give away majority of my stuff to the orphanage I’ve been working in. I’ve brought along some of my pethletes zipper bags so what I did was fill each bag with some letterpads from hong kong, some candies, pens, and some other random stuff like caps, etc, then give it out to kids at the orphanage.
Let’s admit it, everybody’s got favorites and there’s obviously a few kids which I very much prefer giving my stuff to. I asked the staff whether it’s good to just give my stuff to a few of my favs, they said there are so many kids it’s impossible to give sth to everybody so I might just as well choose whom to give. Makes sense.
Some kids don’t live at the orphanage, instead they live in the neighbourhood around and since they know we come everyday so they’d drop by every afternoon to play with us. My fav ones happen to be those who lives nearby.
Different kids had completely different reactions:
One of them, who is normally really cheerful, active and talkative, went completely speechless when I gave him his gift. His smile faded. He stared at it for a few seconds, then rushed home without saying goodbye….. either he didnt like it at all (hopefully not) or he has never recieved such a present he couldn’t believe his eyes.
There’s that other kid who’s deaf and dumb. He’s really sweet. There’s always a smile on his face, he greets everyone with hand gestures. He doesnt make a lot of noise apart from an occational giggle. He’s an excellent artist. When I gave him the bag he didnt know what it is at first. Then he opened the zipper and saw the pens and colorful writing and drawing papers. HE BURSTED OUT INTO LAUGHTERS! He rushed home as well, at the same time investigated each letterpaper one by one.
Then it’s that little chubby boy who never made it to the soccer team because of his bad footwork, speed and body shape (whoops). He got to play a friendly game that day. I gave him a small backpack (the yellow pethletes one) with the same stuff in. He wore it on his back throughout his match!!!!!
And there were many more….
That very same night all these scenes kept appearing in my mind, one after another, one after another. That suddenly reminded me that I may never meet these kids I’ve been seeing everyday for the past month.
I’m gonna miss them so much
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