My heart is beating so fast. I can’t breath properly. I’m crying rivers from the smoke in my eyes.
A mum is asking her nine years old kid to remove her gaz mask to take a picture with her bloody iPhone. The rotten eggs smell is unbearable. He throws up.
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After the three days hike in Myanmar, wearing my destroyed converses and sleep on the floor, freezing to the bones, I thought that the hardest part of my trip was done.
I was not imagining one second that a way more intense experience was waiting for me in Java and that I would admire a sunset in Hell…
The Wanderlust Queens Project 