ANNA - 2006/2007

In Kota Kinabalu, we celebrated New Year's eve. The others were not so enthusiastic, but I loved the party, after all, a party is a party. And I am friendly to everyone; as you can see underneath, I easily hug a big orangutan, but also a total stranger can suddenly be my closest friend. The man in the life vest is a Russian guy, who was with us on the boat looking for monkeys, and I had never met him in my life. So I managed to make my mother jealous as well as his girlfriend.

Underneath, you see another expression of my artistic nature: a sand castle. With this fantastic product, I won the sandcastle contest, and received a big bag full of sweets, crisps and soft drinks. My father had helped me only a little bit, and my mother was in the jury, which also helped a little bit, but the idea was clearly mine.

In February, we went to visit the village of our driver, who is a Garo (Bengali Christian tribe) and lives in the middle of Bangladesh, in the neighborhood of Mymensingh. He has a lot of land and is grown pineapples on it. It was not yet pineapple season, but we saw some small pineapples alread, and my mother saw one large and special one:

For the adults in Dhaka, once a year a "glitter ball" is organized. They buy special clothes for that occasion, and the tailors even put up advertisements in the expat clubs. What is good for women, is of course also good for little girls, and this year, there was a "kids' glitter ball", to which I got invited. Luckily, I could borrow a dress from my friend Fleur, to be the "Belle of the Ball".
Coming home, I was so tired, that I collapsed on the couch with a book. My brothers and sister are always doing that, so i thought I give it a try: stretched out with a pillow in my back. I still read slowly, and have to keep my finger under the line. Don't you think I am amazing? And it is my favorite book: "Eragon." Away with "Little red riding hood" and "Snow white and the seven dwarfs", I am too big for that stuff now.
In March, we went on holiday again, this time to Nepal. I really liked it. It meant I got carried around all the time by my father; he told me this would be the last time, because next time I would be 4 years old and should be able to walk on my own legs. Sure...we will see about that. When we went for a small trekking to Sarangkot in Pokhara, my parents even got a sherpa to carry me around. That would be the ultimate treat (and my father's as well): to have my own sherpa at home!
Another thing I liked were the little stalls near every tourist attraction, selling shiny and interesting things. They even have small violins! Not that my mother was going to buy anything for me, notwithstanding the fact that I looked very angry at her, as you can see underneath. She was not impressed, having endured a long training on this issue already with my sister Elodie.