No make-up, sweaty, dirty, at times drenched wet, in the wild, away from technology, you get the picture

And for those of you who didn’t, here are the actual pictures.

I think before this post there might have been some people who found me mildly attractive, well that’ll be gone now.

I am always posting photos of me and my friends in nice clothes, relative comfort (having to cramp with Debra the fatass in a taxi notwithstanding) (just kidding Debra’s not fat), partying, having fun, being happy … now presenting: us in the Sarawak longhouse.

Our home for four days. No air-con (yay!), no reception (awesome), no internet (can this get any better) and no hot water (this was the best).

This was how we ate. (We brought our own chef.)

This was how we slept. Oh can you see the joy on our faces.

Yes that’s me wearing a sarong, and weaving mats. Had to fit in with the whole I-live-in-the-jungle theme, you know.

This was our only mode of transport for four days. The water gun was the teachers’ ideas. (Okay I gotta admit this part was the funnest part of our trip. If the boat ride was the funnest part of a trip … you can kinda tell how the trip went.)

Oh how we enjoyed toiling away in the fields, under the hot sun, being one with the nature, in our super cool footwear (I could have sworn I saw these sandals in Vogue!).

The sheer happiness on our faces, really. I don’t think I’ve ever remembered being so happy.

THIS WAS HOW WE BATHED.

Some of us went to extremes to avoid sunburn.

More working at the fields. This joyfulness has to STOP!

That is a BUG on my hand btw.

Soaking wet from our swim in the river. I love being wet like seriously nothing better than being soaked from head to toe. Love it.

Sitting on logs. Fun.

The rain started pouring and we had to cover the food. With our bodies.

Mingled a lot with the Ibans and observed a lot of their customs.

We spent some time in the city.

At least I found true love.

Some of us didn’t make it out that well.