Watch Me Move the Mountains
Last week I got the awesome opportunity to go and spend a few days at a remote country-like area outside of the city. We took a flat, a bus and some trains to get there and after a long and fun-filled day we arrived.
There is absolutely nothing like seeing miles and miles of rice farms, lined with straw huts, palm trees, naked babies and smiling brown faces. We unpacked, put up our mosquito nets and ventured out around our area. Some kids invited us to their house for some tea and we noticed the many,many idols and realized their hold is a lot stronger here than where we live. You...