uploaded the pictures again painstakingly just for my plentiful pictures, thin text attempt.

our limosine

it's quite roomy in there

oh wait, that's no limo

zipping around in the super market; it's the trolley; the candies; the caffine

my everyday trip, stocking up on water, and snacks, and "relax" time according to mr tham

meeting the leprindo students - the guys

and of course - the ladies

our screening site

the aisle that i'd walk down everyday, each time with different partners no less

setting up the site for screening

i'm begging for forgiveness
nah, just sweeping the floor with my hands
nah, just sticking some tape on the floor

MANY PEOPLE

the aisle, not so blissfully empty this time though

and i wondered why i had a backache


thankfully then, for my partner

and then i got a headache

can't you tell?

filling in the patients' records at the end of the day

having lunch in shifts before heading abck to the trenches

de-briefing back at the hotel every night

the dull

the serious



but more often than not, the funny

having some well deserved fun

slimming therapies are not all that safe

on the streets of kota serang on a bechak

better than the doomed bus

and for that matter, the limo

two less than bright beings cleaning their wounds after playing football barefooted on the streets on kota serang - the indonesians themselves wore shoes - it was that rough

jo's blister; i got off a little lighter