Cold shower day.
Indian friends leave this morning so back to a lonely camp 😦
A boy working in camp tells me he’s 14 and works there during the summer to get money whilst he’s not at school as his parents are old so he depends on himself. He wants to go to university to be a doctor. He said he remembers all the people he meets at the camp and will remember me when I leave.
Climb the mountain feeling super unfit. Chaperone gets us a motorbike ride for the last bit of the walk back as he was bored of waiting for me.
10am back to school to invigilate exams and mark.
Back at camp for lunch they try to make me move tent so they can clean mine. I say no no no. Not having my moz net upset again, I shall live in dirt thank you very much.
They always look v annoyed whenever you say no to anything. Oops.
Main man guide comes to see me at dinner and takes me to the pub. He was disappointed when I could only hack one beer as I was too tired.
Travelling Harps 
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