Life, like mowing Mongolian grass should be approached and dealt with as so. Remember that which you have already passed because you never know when you have to back up and redo a spot. The key is to keep your eyes forward and aware of all that which surrounds you.
Today a German film crew shot at the Camp to capture why a man would move to Inner Mongolia to start an English camp. As a result I was part of the background mowing down grass that was by no exaggeration a solid 18 inches high. To make things even more delightful, various local camp employees would use the fields I had to mow as a place to chuck random palm sized chunks of brick. So I had to navigate that in grass as high as my knees. All while being filmed by a German documentary crew. Suffice to say, it was so random that this crew of delightful people wanted to shoot us working that it all made for a good laugh at the end of the day.
The funniest part is that they while they were shooting they grabbed some impromptu shots of my mowing; unfortunately for me I looked as though I was ready to kill someone. The icing is that these shots could make it onto the documentary which is showing nationwide in German during the Christmas season. I cannot think of a better way in which I would desire for the people of Germany to see me.
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