No break of dawn but already noon: a parade of ‘un-ironed’ faces, swollen, bloodshot, run-down eyes. Body’s dragged on, moaning about the insignificant; Moments of twisted hilarity flashback from the most unreal of nights. Ladies Night!...? We meditate in a non-time zone, yet when there is chaos in the camp, everyone finds an excuse to flea. The hot springs bring solace, & slow down the movement. The lounge acts as a cozy comfort zone while tents are being aired. Even Uchronias have their mood swings you know. Transformation is not easy. More and more casualties end up back at the base camp. Such a lazy day, close to a write-off. What goes up most come down. But there are sounds of promise & growth for tomorrow. In the evening, a setback for the construction. Still 40 tons of wood to go! But wait, the spirit is back. New comers bring lights in their eyes.
Rollercoaster’s are fun!