Wed 11 Feb 2015

Feeling trapped in Dawei. We need the internet to organise our lives, before arriving in SA and Maja needs to hand in assignments. The only ATM in town is out of cash and we can’t go anywhere without cheddar.

I’ve had a bad reaction to the sand flea bites. Walking makes my feet itch to the point where I can’t think straight. I lose concentration of everything else around me, while the poison from Satan’s sand minions tortures my skin and the pain consumes my mind.

Feeling slightly anxious about going home. Not sure where we will be or what we will do. It’s too late and too expensive to go back to uni. I’d rather stab myself with chopsticks than go back to working in engineering. My diploma will make for pretty toilet paper.