A month at the Phaung Daw Oo School
Apologies for talking about my Swiss army knife again but as a tool in my opinion (I'm an engineer) it is unsurpassed. In my post “what I traveled with” I explained how my bug spray leaked and dissolved the shiny red plastic handle. It bares the scares, but it's still oh so useful.
It’s an old friend, given to me over 25 years ago for a long trip. It proved useful then and has been on just about every trip I’ve made since. And this trip is no different. It isn’t the all singing all dancing fifty different blades version, it has nine, two of which I have absolutely no idea what they do but who cares – the rest is perfection clad in once shiny red plastic.
This trip my toenails decided to give my toes grief when I was running. Over a three day period my left foot became a sore, bloody mess. A bit of nifty trimming with the scissor blade and a few sticking plasters - all was good again.
But the piece de resistance came the other day when my phone suddenly and inexplicably wouldn’t charge. I thought (hoped) the cable was broken but I checked it on another phone and it charged perfectly. In checking though I realised that I couldn’t get the plug fully into my phone. There must be something in the socket was my brilliant deduction. Here I’m relaying on my phone in a rather scary way, as I discussed in the last post. It’s not only my contact with the outside world, its also my contact with a lot of my local world, Myanmar is wired like the everywhere else. I’ve become totally reliant on technology.
I wouldn’t normally go sticking things in a phone but what else could I do? It was quickly dying; drastic times require drastic measures!
Enter the marvel of Swiss engineering. It has both a plastic tooth pick and metal tweezers. I started gingerly poking with the tooth pick, thinking “I’ll do less damage with plastic” and a tiny piece of white fluffy lint came out. I then went full bore with the tweezers scarping away. More and more lint came out. After 5 minuets of scratching and fiddly tweezering the plug was back in and the phone charging. All was good. Red Swiss army knife saves the day – again.