My Journal

Scarred and spiral bound; decorated with great purple mountains and a clouded sky; bearing a single word "Vision".
Within it, coded memories of a three week adventure half-way across the globe are enscribed.
It is difficult to relay in text the interior of this record-keeper, which is laced with numerous hand-drawn maps, notes to self, and unexplainable doodles. I hope this blog sufficiently retells my experiences there and conveys the missions of our project, but more importantly, the inspiration.

Sunday.Oct.28.2007 (Day 16)


Erica and I took a taxi by ourselves so that we could eat breakfast at coffee corner. Afterwards, we took a taxi with Mr. Fielding and Jacq to the U.S. embassy and walked to Lani’s. She drove us to dock so that we could out on a boat with her husband, but didn’t come. We went to Enemanit with her family and some others. Went swimming and saw bunches of crabs. Ate lunch, fed chickens the leftovers, and fed pigs coconut, fresh off the tree. Took boat back to Majuro and saw lots of garbage in lagoon.
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