The campers had a debriefing session recently and we are all supposed to say a testimonial this coming Sunday. *gasp*
This week has truly been a real roller coaster ride for me. High ups and high downs, life is certainly an adventure!
Upon reaching the Lakeview Bungalow (it does have a brown lake view!) near Ringlet, we did the necessary. Unloaded the provisions from the van, stared into the brown lake, chose our bedrooms, got a smack on our faces of what stepping out of our comfort zones meant and ice breakers.
I do like ice breakers! They're fun! However, I just wans't in my A game that time, my brains were fried from all the exhaustion at Singapore.
We then had a short briefing on where we were heading next - a Refugee Camp.
The whole experience there was just a culture shock for me.
We had to carry bags of rice and boxes of vitamins up a steep, muddy pathway. As we reached the end of the first slope, lo and behold, look to the right and here goes another steeeeeep slope.
That was a full body workout equivalent to a full day at the gym I tell yah! (not like I've been to a gym anyway)
We took a tour around the area and spotted a beautiful view. Hence why Aunty Cynthia dubbed this journey as "THE VIEW".
We also got to take a look at the buildings and got to know more about the life of the refugees there. They live in simple houses supported with wooden structures. They have the perfect characteristics of what we call 'kampung people'.
This my friends, is what you call a hole in the ground. and I am proud to say that I've peed in that hole. Unlike all you city kids, never pee in a hole before =D How does it feel like to pee into a hole? Smelly.
Its good training for pee accuracy anyway. Boys and girls alike should definitely pee in a hole.
Everyone gathered and sang songs and Pastor Hock Cheng shared the word with them.
It was really hard to get the message across to the refugees. We didn’t know their Myanmar language and they could only understand a little bit of Malay.
One of the refugees shared his story about how he came to Malaysia. A group of 20 or so refugees were squashed into a small car for a day. They had no food and more importantly, no air to breathe as the it was jam packed. During the journey, people die and they would just throw their bodies out of the car. The women and the kids had it worst; they had to fight with the men.
Check that dude out! He came in a coat just to see us! Talk about being excited!
To hear such a story first hand from the guy who experienced it himself, it's really much much much more impactful.
Well, it's only the first day and I'm already glad I signed up for the camp.
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