Sunny Sanya.

I’m sitting here writing this on the eve of travelling to South Korea for 10 days, wondering how I got so lucky as to be able to do all of this.

The last time I wrote a blog post, we were living in smoggy, tier three, Xiangyang. Now, that living experience didn’t come without its benefits; we became really appreciative of the western luxuries that we took for granted, and being thrown into a city where they spoke next to no English really forced us to immerse ourselves in the culture.

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Orange hair. Offbeat attire.

Standing side by side, curious eyes would inadvertently dart up and down, from my bare legs to Menna’s hair. Up down. Up down. Up down.

Menna and I agree on very little. She loves selfies, I love seclusion. She loves pineapple on pizza. I love pineapple far from pizza. She insists on dinner before eight. I insist on after eights for dinner.

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