to feel like fire.
Meet Japi and we walk around corner to visit one of the BTO girls in her
home. She has lived for the past 13 years in a mud and straw room no
bigger than a small bathroom. She makes coffee which is the most wonderful
that I will ever have. Ever!
The coffee ceremony takes about 40 minutes to prepare from fresh beans,
roasted then pounded in what looks like a couple of car transmission
parts.
So ornate the implements and methodical the process, the smells of fresh
incense over charcoal and the coffee meticulously prepared. A joy!
We then film an interview in the same room and she tells us her incredible
life story.
It has been a big day already.
We go to the container village (HQ) to visit another BTO kid. Eight to a
room this time. Then another, where his guardian sits with him for the
interview, Some good footage.
I'm exhausted. My throat's on fire and I need a break.
Tim and I head home to recuperate and decide it's time for some r&r. We
head to the Sheraton where I will not use any more superlatives so will
leave it to the photos. The effect of teleporting into this other world is
staggering. Guilty pleasures fully embraced.
Tim and I lose our ability to speak for more than a couple of hours but
really there is no need here. The only words worth speaking would be a
stern critique which we would have to deliver to ourselves as well.
Home early, Ollie sick, Tim exhausted and trying to hold on to that
feeling of luxury.
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