I never had time to write last night. Our first day on the job was both rewarding and exhausting. I hauled water for the cement mixers. I carried the water in yellow buckets from a source at the bottom of a steep and slippery clay bank. At first I slipped over and over again going down and up. Then some of the local workers saw my difficulty, dropped what they were doing, and built wooden ladder/staircase so I could go up and down easier and faster.

I’ve already begun making friends among the Iban people. Those that can speak English are a lot of fun to talk to.