SMITH community member miandering continues her global trek, detailing her path (”Senmonorom. Sanctuary for elephants. And me”), impressions (”Phnom Penh. Caution: No traffic laws”), experiences (”Teaching teenage girls challenging, exhausting, rewarding”), and travails (”Visa expired again. Another Vietnam border-run”), in a series of six-word memoirs, many with accompanying images. Then there’s my personal favorite: “No fever. No love. Just jungle.” She’s logged more than 80 six-worders (and counting) since she left the United States on November 5. But if you’ve been following her path of late, you know the road’s been bumpy. Here’s her recent travel diary, told via six-word memoirs, in the order that they appeared:

“Wet flip-flops. Shiny linoleum. Bad combination.”
“Downed in one fell slip. Ouch.”
“Handled crisis with no equanimity whatsoever.”
“Malaysian hospitality unmatched. Hospital? Sadly sub-par.”
“Calm, cool, collected…maybe next time.”
“Kindness of strangers now a necessity.”
“Hoping immobility forces me to write.”
“Another hospital, another cast. Plus crutches.”

And most recently:
“Incapacitation yields overabundance of sixes. Sorry.”

Everyone at SMITH wishes miandering a speedy recovering, and are delighted to name her the Six-Word Memoirist of the Day. Her six fix is a beautiful thing.

Tags: Miandering, six-word memoirs, Travel