Hannah is gone. That is pretty bad. I do not even want to watch football anymore! Very annoying that gypsy life of expats! Why can't things stay the way they are? And anyhow - isn't it always me, who leaves and not the others...?
I know, whining doesn't help. Should be happy that one can meet such nice people all over the world. So here's to Hannah, my dear flatmate:
Thanks for all the fun we had, for water and cigarettes at day and night time, for great food (besides the otter paté from France), for de-briefing sessions every evening, for Nagim, the nicest tuk-tuk driver in Colombo, for mixing up the flight dates and staying one day longer and for much, much more.
Take Phnom Pen by storm. You go girl!
