I went on this school trip to Malaysia. I
just turned 15 then. There were 12 kids,
2 teachers and a leader from the
company we used. The trip was offered
a year before we left and there was a lot
of build up. However, not until the last
couple of weeks did the group start
really getting to know each other.
This one girl whom I knew from primary
school was going. She was kinda pretty
and I dunno I noticed her I suppose. She
said to me at some point after we had
been getting along pretty good, “I didn’t
know your name until like a month ago.
All I knew you as was Popsie [my
nickname] from primary school”. Popsie
was a name one of my teachers gave
me and it kind of became my name for
most of my primary school life.
When we were in country, she and I
started talking and getting on really well
and flirting. She initiated it because shez
older than me and I didn’t at first think
she was interested and all that—I’m not
exactly one for showing a lot of interest
straight up. So, yeah, in the airport and
on the plane, the first few days we were
pretty good. I really liked her.

The 3rd day we moved to a different
place. It was like a home stay, kind of, in
a longhouse in the middle of the
rainforest—really, really, remote but not
tribal at all. After the first day the
teachers and leader caved into letting us
swim in the river because it was so
humid and hot. (The kampong/
longhouse is right next to a river—the
only way besides helicopter you can get
there. It takes about 2 and a half hours
by boat.) So we are swimming around
and some of the guys are wearing
thongs (as in flip flops) cause it a river
and that. The currents were pretty
strong and this one guy’s thongs came
off and one of them went down river
really fast. Luckily it gets caught on
some trees over hanging the river. So
thinking they are truly pretty much gone,
he just leaves it.

Everyone was swimming but eventually
people start going back up to the
longhouse and it was just me and the
primary school girl and one of my other
(rather clueless) guy friends. Me and the
guy are flirting and playing around in the
water and just talking about stuff,
pretending the other guy isn’t there,
paying him out and stuff cause he
wouldn’t go away. It started to rain,
heavily, so we ran back up to the
longhouse which is like 200m away and
get everything completely soaked.
The next day after we’d done some work
—painting, looking around, helping out—
we went down to the river for a swim,
which had lowered substantially since
the day before. It was wet season and
the river went up and down all over the
place. The guy who lost his shoe and the
girl I was flirting with went down river
along the bank looking for his thong
cause you kinda needed them there.
They came back covered in like this mud
stuff, like the mud people have at day
spas—really smooth, clean mud (can
mud be clean?), telling everyone to go
down there and see this mud, quicksand-
type thing they found. So I go down
there with them with about three other
kids. The teachers came to pay us out,
to make sure we didn’t die, and to take
We started throwing mud around and
got completely covered head to foot. The
deepest part went up to half way
between my knees and waist. It was a
lot of fun. Again, everyone cleared out
after a while because they had stuff to
do, except that one idiot friend of mine
who got the picture when the primary
school girl and I started wrestling and
lying around together, and she nicked off
pretty fast.
After about 3 seconds she and I were on
the grass. I was lying on top of her and
we were making out, head to foot
covered in Malaysian mud. It was f—–g
epic, until I realised she had no idea
what she’s doing. So I kind of pretended
I heard someone coming and cut it
short. She knew that she had no idea
what she was doing and that I noticed,
and she looked absolutely mortified.

To be continued


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