**Please read in an Australian accent preferably out loud and in a public place. If people ask what you’re doing, give them the link and tell them to comment. It’s been two days since I’ve showered. Considering the extreme heat and humidity that’s just gross. Just one glance in the mirror could cause blinding due to the reflection of light off the glossy sweat that has been my constant companion since we arrived. It’s been 30 minutes since I’ve last eaten. A common myth among future racers is the belief that one will starve during their eleven month journey. In reality, seeing as how you are the guest of honor in most countries, you may even be given an overabundance of food. Here in Australia we receive 5 meals a days, two of which consist mostly of pastries. I get very confused by the toilets here. When using the restroom I have to account for the extra minute it will take to determine whether the toilet paper gets dropped in the rubbish bin or the toilet itself. There are nine women living in the confines of two small living quarters. Our best retreat are our headphones, journals and books of choice. As one would imagine of a group of women in their twenties, our greatest form of entertainment is crocheting until the wee hours of the night. By day, we can be found maintaining the grounds of the Darwin Christian Outreach Center. Our varied skills have been matched by a host of tasks ranging from yard work to receptionist. I have personally been grooming my laundry folding skills as I have prior experience and find the work to be soothing and therapeutic. Fellowshipping with the other employees at the COC has been a primary focus of our ministry. The rare opportunity to assist in the making of a traditional Chinese dish, Chinese dumplings, was the highlight of my week thus far. The past two weekends have been spent trying to find the elusive “wharf�.
…I know this is abrupt, but there goes the “supper” bell (and by supper I mean, more pastries). Expect an update on our previous month in Cambodia some time soon. 🙂