 |
 |
 |
| Refugees put on their best clothes on the day they left the camp. All the teachers had many good-bye pictures like these. The man on the left introduced me to the horrors of Philippine whiskey. He could handle it; I couldn't. His wife, standing next to him, was a wonderful cook. Houi is standing next to me. On the right is an unaccompanied male and drinking buddy. In the background are dormitories that housed camp staff. |