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Journal entry, October @ Ukhiya

IMG_2201“I am sitting on the concrete flat roof of our apartment building at 7:30 sipping morning tea. You could cut the atmosphere with a butter knife, the humidity is so high. Visibility is restricted to about half a kilometre by fog so I cannot see the hills of Myanmar to the east. To the west, the forest bordering the paddy fields is cloaked in the miasma. I can hear thunder beyond the trees, like the rumblings of a dyspeptic ogre’s stomach. It is usually uncomfortably hot by this time, but the sun has not yet burned off the mist. In an hour or so, the sun’s heat will make the jungle steam.”

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