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Umphang trekking

Senaste dagarna har spenderats i ett naturreservat vid namn Umphang, 4 timmars bilfärd från den thailändska staden Mae Sot. Här har vi, tillsammans med flertalet guider och 8 andra skandinaver forsrännt, hikeat, sovit på camping, badat i både varma källor och hoppat från vattenfall, besökt samt övernattat i en djungelby.

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Det har varit ett äventyr, fyllt av skratt, mygg, nya vänner, hårda sängar, extremt morgonpigga golande tuppar, chipsstjälande hundar, guider som skrattande berättar om folk som dött av tarantellor, alldeles för stora mängder av durian samt hoppat från samma vattenfall som vi men landat på stenar. Helt klart en upplevelse jag aldrig kommer glömma. Dagens visdomsord, som vår coola guide “Kurt” alltid avslutade sina historier med.


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En historia om månen och solen

En av mina favoritböcker är My Sisters Keeper. Fortfarande sitter framförallt en del som Anna berättar kvar i mig. Om jag ska vara ärlig vet jag inte varför jag har läst just den biten så många gånger, varför jag nästan kan den utantill och varför den betyder så mycket för mig. Men det gör den.

If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. 

Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder.. But mostly it didn’t, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn’t tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they’d never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. 

The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn’t fall. She spent the rest of her time holding onto whatever scraps she had left.

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