As our intrepid Grade 9s found out this week, sick happens. A nasty stomach virus swept through the class this week, toppling almost half the school in one 24-hour period. (Fortunately, most of the kids weren’t affected until after their dive trip to the Great Barrier Reef.)
It’s tough to be sick any time, but particularly challenging to the spirit when you find yourself a long way away from the loving relations who usually nurse you back to health. Our team of travelers endured admirably and rallied to offer support to fallen comrades. Hard though it was to see chalk-faced teens struggling to keep lunch down on the bus ride home, it was touching to see the moments of care: this teacher applying a cold compress to a sweaty forehead; that student offering kind words and a gentle back-rub to a stricken pal. There are tight bonds in this group and a real sense of kinship.
Mercifully the bug didn’t linger and almost everyone’s back in the saddle again, just in time to pack up, say goodbye to Oz, and make the journey home–wherever in the world that may be.
Next up: Beijing!