It’s nice to leave your mark on a place. Since we’ve been travelling we’ve tried to do this where we can – in Chandigarh there’s a painter painting our portrait, as a group we tried to educate a tour guide in Jaisalmer about why plastic water bottles shouldn’t be burnt in the desert, we taught English to children and gave staff a workshop on report writing in Phnom Penh and I’d like to think that, in a small way, we helped the cause at The Elephant Nature Park. But we couldn’t be prepared for the significant way in which Gemma was to leave her mark in Hanoi. It was like fate.
Oh, and in Goa I broke a toilet. Read the rest of this entry