Almost a week post-Bunuk's camp, though we still get SMS or Facebook pokes from the kids, nevertheless the faces will fade as time passes.
I can now hardly remember the names/faces of my P5 Mambong group: Brian, Helwi, Veron ... and the bunch who walked me back to Uncle Robinson's place, waited for me to get showered then back to the hall together when I got lost in the kampung before Malam Kebudayaan.
Then Sebujok's P2: Moses, Aziz, Cynthia, Sahahara, Anna Bella; the 3 musketeers Pidan, Wayne, Johari; AJK Grace, Camelia, Wilson; P6 Jason, P4 Hector, P3 Anthony; and Pre-school Aie who always koala me.
But in their mind, we are forever their cikgus and they'll probably remember us for life. Just like how we remember our primary school teachers (:
Time to browse through old albums and thank you Facebook.
|The kids gang @ Kg. Bunuk|
|The volunteer teachers|
|The AJK from Bunuk|
|Skeleton waving Jalur Gemilang|
|Packed breakfast with snake meat|
|little notes from comrades and the young ones|
|Free taxi to river bath|