Ok, so I just read this for the first time in a long time and it made my day, so Iºm going to post. Also, I havenºt posted on my blog so I have to post somewhere. Iºve now been in Mozambique for seven weeks and in Namaacha for six. I could bore you with the details of my daily life or I can tell ridiculous stories that are in no way indicative of my daily experience and will give you all a completely skewed idea of what life is like here. Iºll go with the latter.
I think it would be cliche not to begin with a story involving bowel movements (those of you who have seen me with food poisoning in Iowa have an idea where this could go). So I managed to go the first six weeks without feeling the least bit sick and then last Friday I started to feel a little bad in the stomach. Now, Saturday I had to leave to visit a current volunteer at 330 in the morning so this was awful timing. We had also just had the session where we learned that the definition of diarhea is four loose or watery stools in a 24 hour period, so I knew that it was just about 1030 when I officially had it. I should mention that we have an outside latrine (casa de banho) and that it was pouring down rain. I think the low point came at about 130 when I was sitting in the casa de banho wearing nothing but a raincoat and underwear wondering if the severe burping indicated that I had giardhea or if I had just been reading too much of Where There Is No Doctor (for those of you not familiar this consists of several hundred pages of descriptions of intestinal parasites and skin infections mixed with exhortations to eat well diagrams of babies being born arm first). So this was not a good time to start a 14 hour bus ride but I really didnºt want to miss site visit. So I took some pepto and oral rehydration salts and got on the bus. The first leg was awful, its about two hours to Maputo, the capital, where I had to transfer, and I held it together for most of it. But as we pulled into the bus station I threw up about 7 times out the window. After that I felt a lot better and had a great trip. It was great to see vastly different parts of the country, a site where a volunteer lives, and go to two of the best beaches I have ever seen in my life. One I am pretty sure is best in the world. Unfortunately while in the process of raging there I lost my sunglasses and my water bottle complete with Left Hand sticker.
Ok, Iºm on the clock, got to go. Ill try to give you more about my actual life later but yall dont want that yall want shit and beaches.
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Thanks for giving us what we want (i.e., shit and beaches). You also should be reminded of the fact that my best description of Evan Smith is that he is the one person I know who uses poop as his first topic of conversation upon having met someone. Thus, you're in good company in relaying such a wonderfully bodily-function oriented story. Exactly what kind of raging were you doing on that beach?
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