Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The First 24

It feels impossibly natural to be sitting here typing this up by candlelight, dosed in mozzie repellent, listening to the sounds of evening in the village.

Yesterday, I moved into a friends place across 'town', as a band-aid for some of the feelings of…. Well, I suppose guilt is the only word for it!
She is a dear for letting me share in this little life of hers for the month of May, and it should be a good learning experience for me as well! (Cooking over a fire?? Let’s hope I don’t end up cooking myself!)
Here are some notes from my first 24hrs outside of our little ex-pat bubble of electrified wonder:

May 1st - pm
“I reach out to turn on the fan, to ease the discomfort of this muggy evening heat.
Oh wait.
There is no fan.
Welcome to the first 5 min in the village.”

May 2nd - am
“I survived night one! And I feel sooooo comfy cozy and well rested! But now…. I have to pee!
Duh duh duhhhhh…..
First excursion to the pit latrine… Wish me luck!”

5min later…
“Muah hahahah No problemo!
However it is a good thing I honed my aim in China last year - that hole is TINY!”

May 2nd - lunch
“For the first time, I just walked away from a refreshing shower, to carry my bar of soap down to the lake.
In some ways I feel like an impostor (and a little bit gritty, it must be said!)
In other ways I have never felt so clean.”

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