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  Yangon  |  29.05.08
 
 

As predicted today was damn boring. We all went for breakfast at Lucky Seven but then Lesh and Manuel went off to catch the bus and I made my way back slowly to the flat. I knew once I climbed the steep and trecherous stairs I would not be attempting them again for the rest of the day, so I first went to the shop to buy some drinks and some instant noodles so I would be able to have some lunch. I amused myself at first by finishing off my book I have been reading which is called the Book Seller of Kabul. It is an interesting account of a Norwegian womans stay with a non typical family of Kabul after the Taliban fell. The tales of the different members of the book sellers family are interesting but the book itself does not flow easily and it just seems like lots of individual stories lumped together in one book. It is , however , all written around real life events that took place. For me I can't help but compare it to the book The Kite Runner by Khalid Hussein. Although T he Kite Runner is a fictitious story it still portrays Afganistan during the same time period. The book is so beautifully written that I defy anyone to read the book and not be astounded , not just by the story but by the wonderful way Hussein brings the story to life. Anyway the Bookseller of Kabul passes the time easy and I start to fret once I have finished it as it is still early morning and I have the whole day ahead of me. Luckily I find a book lying around Manuels flat. It is called The Last Don and it is written by Mario Puzo who is the same guy who wrote The Godfather book. Obviously it is all about a Mafia family and I start to read it with the Brando voice firmly in my mind . I read and then snooze and then read and then snooze again.

It is late by the time I decide to have lunch. I heave myself off my bed and hobble to the kitchen to start to make my noodles and then I remember one crucial point...I have no idea how to work the pre WWII electric ring. There are many switches to flick and a decidely stubborn plug which I think only works if it likes your touch (obviously it doesn't like my touch.) so noodles or any sort of hot food is out of the question. So what can I eat in a house that doesn't even posses a fridge??? I remember the packe t of cream crackers that Lesh randomly bought as a snack one day and delve into them dry....yum... And then I attack 2 mangos which are over ripe and cause me to become a sticky mess in the process. I can't re a ly enjoy the mangos as they are very fibre-y. The fibres feel thick in my throat and ever the panicy bum I am scared to death that they will choke me. No one is nearby to help me if I choke and I certianly won't make down the stairs in time with my dodgy knees and ankles...so its mainly mango juice and a bit of flesh that I feel is safe to devour.

The boys are back by just after 4pm. Its been another day of trying to solve the water carrier problem. However the rain seems to hamper their pro gr ess more often than not during the day. Manuel gets ready to go to a concert being held by a local music school nearby. For a while we consider going with him but in the end we decide to go to the cinema instead to watch the film 10,000BC. I deffo need to get out of the flat as cabin fever is starting to set in. Before we go our separate ways we all go for dinner together at the duck place down the road from the hotel we stayed at when we first arrived. The duck there is their speciality and is really tasty.

We make it to the cinema just in time for the start of the film. Lesh loves the film but I think it is just ok. He just likes it for the grandness of the special effects and the epic landscapes that are shown. For me, ever the drama student, I find the acting quite poor and small things really irritate me,like the fact that the film I set in Africa in 10,000BC and yet different tribes magically can speak English?!? I mean come on...lets have a bit of authenticit y please . That's why I liked Apocalypto. Yes it was all in subtitles but at least you believed in the fact that this was an ancient civilization. You can't dress an African village up in tribal splendour and then have them speaking in yankie and have me believe that this is 10,000BC. Anyway the aircon was nice and it was good to get out of the flat for a while.

Even though I have rested my feet all day and have hardly put much pressure on them at all, my feet still swelled up again tonight :( and its not like I really strained them at all. There is no way I am going to spend another boring day in the flat again tomorrow. Come what may I am going to the village and helping out.

 

 

 

 

 
 
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