First Monday of September. The sky is a clear blue after yesterday's showers. It's the start of the academic year. All around, children in uniform converge along roads to schools, their red scarfs bouncing in time with their light steps. Some chatter excitedly with their friends, catching up on their holidays. Some cling to their parents or grandparents. Others catch buses or trishaws on their own. At a nearby kindergarten, little children clutch at the trousers of their parents who queue up to register their children, fearful of their fist day into the world of academia.
Stop Press!
Trying to finish Cyprus trip. Four new videos uploaded into previous posts.
After trotting around Southeast Asia over the summer, I'm now back in the UK - Cambridge to be exact. Am trying my best to update as frequently as my clinical course will allow.
Entries on Italy and France two winters ago have been put on hold indefinitely. Read: possibly never. But we shall see.
Entries on Greece and Turkey last winter have also been put on hold for the time being.
Posted:
Don Det (Laos), Don Khone
After trotting around Southeast Asia over the summer, I'm now back in the UK - Cambridge to be exact. Am trying my best to update as frequently as my clinical course will allow.
Entries on Italy and France two winters ago have been put on hold indefinitely. Read: possibly never. But we shall see.
Entries on Greece and Turkey last winter have also been put on hold for the time being.
Posted:
Don Det (Laos), Don Khone
Places yet to blog about:
Ban Nakasang, Champasak, Pakse, Tha Kaek, Vientienne, Vang Vien, Ban Phoudindaeng, Luang Prabang, Khon Kaen (Thailand), Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia), London (England), Cambridge
Monday, 3 September 2007
School
First Monday of September. The sky is a clear blue after yesterday's showers. It's the start of the academic year. All around, children in uniform converge along roads to schools, their red scarfs bouncing in time with their light steps. Some chatter excitedly with their friends, catching up on their holidays. Some cling to their parents or grandparents. Others catch buses or trishaws on their own. At a nearby kindergarten, little children clutch at the trousers of their parents who queue up to register their children, fearful of their fist day into the world of academia.
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