Sometimes it's nice to stay indoors. No trips to the
village, no visits to the market, no having to greet every person you pass or
risk offending them if you don't (I'm not quite sure who they all are but they seem
to know me). No stilted conversations, no uncomfortable pauses while I think of
a Swahili word, no haggling for tomatoes, pumpkins or peanuts, no lingering
stares following me around each corner. Every now and then it's nice to stay
indoors. To forget it's so humid outside that I sweat through my shirt within 5
minutes, that I have to look where I'm going to avoid stepping on snakes, that I
can't laugh or joke with people because I don't know enough of the language, to
forget that I can't grab a coffee, an ice-cream, a take-out. It's nice to make potato
wedges instead of rice and beans. Now and again I like to watch American
sitcoms and terrible movies one after the other or listen to my usual 4 albums and
forget where I am.
But sooner or later I have to climb out of the mosquito net,
go outside to the shower, fight off the insects at the backdoor light and check
the toilet roll for creatures before I pick it up. The hospital bells will ring at 6am, midday and 6pm because no-one has a watch, a cockerel will crow below the
window or the noise of a piki-piki or someone slashing the grass with a panga will
reach inside the house. Maybe there's only rice left and I need to brave the
market to buy the usual selection of vegetables, or there's a power cut; the
fan goes off and I have to switch off my laptop because bugs flock around the
light of the screen and in my face. My insect bites will start their infernal itching
or I'll lose more hair from the anti-malarial drugs. Then I
remember where I am. And it's all good.
But sometimes it's OK to spend a day
pretending I am back at home.
I do this often in HK. On days where if one more person pushes me, yells incoherently at me or tries to sell me something I think I will scream. Much needed bas TV soap and stodgy food are perfect for these days. Glad to see you are partaking of the tradition;) xxx
ReplyDeleteIts always nice to take a step out of reality once in a while, can help keep the morale up, etc. I hope you are still having a great time despite the consistent attacks by the insects! And I hope the nuns are treating you well still! xx
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely true! we all need to escape reality sometimes, but just remember its an amazing thing your doing! and it will be life changing! keep looking after yourself andplease keep blogging! its really is inspirational!
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