So this is our first morning in Mandritsara.
Took us 24 hours of flying, then 24 hours of recovering,
then 24 hours on an overnight bus ride to get to Mandritsara,
which is really remote.
England and London and home feel really far away.
So we're now about a week into the trip.
The sun is out and I'm feeling much more at home,
a lot less like I'm sitting at the other end of the world.
We're about to go to the villages to do a couple of days of kid's camp.
We'll spend the afternoon making drawings and kids using latrines, show them how to do it.
We had this amazing trip last week where we got up at about 3:30 in the morning
and drove semi off-road for about 5 hours into the middle of nowhere,
but it was just indescribably beautiful
It was so remote.
If anything had of happened, we would not have been able to get help.
Waded across the river to get to the village
then they give you these massive bowls of rice,
then we were vaccinating children and weighing children,
working out if they were malnourished and if they needed more help.
The boys were a little freaked out as they've never seen so many breasts in their life.
Pace of life is so different to the UK, everything is so much less pressurised.
They have so much more time for people.
It's really strange after we've seen so much to be going back.
Whenever I travel I always end up thinking about my life back home
and the things I want my life to be about,
like community, like the amazing hospitality that we've seen,
like the issues and difficulties we have in the UK that I can help do something about.
It's a beautiful, beautiful place and it's been a total privilege to be here.