Liz doing amazing things with some the girls at the infamous Moria camp, after their English lesson just outside the fence. They were clapping, singing, dancing and strumming once we’d managed to excavate her from under a pile of young children who had all piled onto her lap after we played under an olive tree. Many thanks to the wonderful Sevilay, who teaches English daily to a group of mainly Afghan women and children, for organising our impromptu concert. It is almost impossible to enter the camp now without being attached to a big organisation like UNHCR. Moria is hidden behind several razor wire fences and there are reportedly regular riots met with teargas. We will keep trying to get in and plan to revisit the English class on Tuesday. I would like to dedicate this whole tour to an amazing friend back home, Anna Bendall, who is a cancer survivor, a true warrior spirit and massive inspiration and who has worked with refugees for the above mentioned organisation for years, in various locations including Afghanistan and Kenya.