Wazaa. Things are getting really crazy here at AVIVA house. Well, actually, just last night. Here's the downlow. Ian picked me up from my shift at the orphanage at 8, so that I could join the gang for a night out. It turned out, that we didn't go out, but stayed in. There was tons of beer, liquor, AFTER-SHOCK, and champagne. So we all started drinking, and having a good time, when Ian and I decided that we should go to Thailand. So we grabbed our passports, took Brennan along, another volunteer, and left at 2 in the morning. We seriously had whatever we were wearing, which smelt of booze, and our passports. We ditched the car at the airport looking for the next flight to Thailand but there were no flights whatsoever until 6. So we drove back disappointed. That's not the only thing, I've learned to drive stick in a week, driving on the opposite side of the road. I drove on the highway with smooth gear changes and not even stalling the car, I was so proud of myself. That was the third time I've driven stick, the first time more than a km. I've also had food poisoning and still feeling the ill effects. It's horrible. My stomach has the worst cramps I've ever had, I don't feel like eating, which is a first, and I've just been sleeping all day. I never want to experience this again, I just want it to go away. Back to the orphanage, one of the toddlers' fathers came to visit his child who's about 2 years old. He spent about 4 hours with her, playing, tickling, and caring for his child. Initially, I thought he was a careworker, the orphanage just hired 4 new careworkers, and I thought he was getting along with all the kids. But then at about 6 o'clock, her father had to leave and gave his child to Ian saying, 'Can you take my child? I have to go work now to support her.' and that just killed me. He seemed, from what I could see, in suitable shape to take care of his child, but because, and I'm making an assumption here, he couldn't afford to support her, he could only visit her on the rare occassion. It was heartbreaking to see the child cry, and to see the father leave since you could just tell that he didn't want to through his eyes. I couldn't imagine what that'd be like.