JungleLife by Kat 
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Indonesia. Arrival in Indonesia can feel overwhelming. The heat is thick and humid, jungle pressing close to villages, roads rough and unpredictable. Traffic appears to follow rules known only to locals. Vehicles overtake into oncoming traffic without hesitation, squeezing past one another with astonishing precision. No anger, no panic just an unspoken understanding that everyone will make it through. It feels unfamiliar. Foreign. Slightly chaotic. And then, slowly, something else becomes noticeable…. Read More
Sumatra, Indonesia. The older boy, short and chubby, seemed the leader of the group. He smiled and waved at me, “Selamat Pagi Bu,” good morning mam. “Selamat Pagi, Apa Kabar,” good morning, how are you? I replied. “I am good,” he replied. “What’s your name,” I asked. “Yogi,” he replied. He sauntered over to me, three younger children in tow. Their smiles never leaving their faces. The older boy took my right hand, and bowing slightly touched the back of… Read More
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