Looking back on the past two weeks, I dwell on the notion that there really are no goodbyes. We have made memories that are as sweet as the decadent chocolate cake that seems to be layered with more yummy goodness than our lips can devour. I suppose that's why John (Trinity College), is aggressively tackling it -
In the afternoon we were distracted by games with the Technos students that employed a fraction of wiggling, a quarter of Shakira inspired hip shaking and a truck load of laughter.
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So this post has been engulfed with pictures and videos composed solely of happy faces. But saying farewell (for now) was difficult. At the end of the evening, before all of us students tried to cram into one big coach bus, we all fell into a line, much like graduation, where we were left to embrace the Technos students we consumed large bowls of soba noodles with, raced alongside, as manly as possible in Swan peddle boats, and communicated with (hands and all), unperturbed by the language gap.
And we cried, together.
Will we miss them? - That's a definite yes! But, we'll see them again and the memories of this experience, including my first encounter with a digitally enhanced toilet seat, will remain and continue to inspire us.
So let's not dwell on goodbyes...
- Tenzin