Friday was my last day as a Christian Aid gapper… and I’m a little sad to see it come to an end.
It has been a whirlwind of a year, and feels like only yesterday I was sat on the roof of the office in London, starting to get to know some of these other gappers I’d be working alongside. I remember Adam with the pegs on his nose. I remember Anita wearing a flag as a cape. I remember Granda Gapper Robert’s enthusiasm.
Then there was the DRC. Two weeks was nowhere near long enough, but what a glimpse we got of the country. A land of great contrast. Of potential. Generous people who welcomed us with open arms. Stunning scenery. Inspiring partners. And Congo wasn’t just about the partners… it was about the gappers. Sitting under the stars talking until late. The game show to end all game shows. Enjoying a beer over a game of Mafia.
Friendships to last a lifetime.
Let us raise our glass (Primus, anyone?) – To the times spent falling asleep (or just watching Tekla fall asleep) in the Acacia Room. To the late night chats in the beer tent at Greenbelt and round the campfire in Congo. To Kwanga, caterpillars and honey wine. To the gappers!!