Things I like better than roosters:
- Pooping in a STINKY pit latrine
- Bathing in a bowl the size of Mom’s Sunday night supper salads
- Hauling water from a creek for EVERYTHING
- Boiling, filtering, and bleaching water before drinking a glass
- Spending most of my Sunday in a stream washing my clothes on a rock
- No air-conditioning to escape to in the African heat
- Peeing in a bucket inside of my house after the sun sets
- The smell of my hut in the morning after my pee has been sitting in a bucket since after sun set
- Storms blowing my corrugated iron roof eschew so the rain can fall freely inside my hut
- Men proposing marriage/sex to me on an hourly basis
- Glen Campbell. Wait, no, I actually do really like Glen Campbell.
- Corn meal and beans for lunch... every single day
- Riding on a 13 passenger khumbi with 22 people and all of their shit and having the khumbi conductor use my lap as his business station
- Men pinching my belly and telling me I am getting very fat (I’ve lost ten pounds since arriving here, by the way)
- Men whipping it out and peeing while we’re in the middle of a conversation
- People demanding I give them my clothing, jewelry, etc
- Laying in a puddle of sweat in my underwear on my concrete floor, trying to soak up anything but the African heat
Evan very accurately demonstrating how to take a bucket bath! (Picture stolen from, my sister, Jenny's facebook) |
2 comments:
Are the roosters attacking you or something?? You really should start eating meat...the only thing better than eating a fried chicken, is eating a fried chicken that had it coming! ;)
Love you and love reading your blog, bot!
Tell those men to leave you alone! We took that marriage picture... And the reverend Lizzie Walters married us! Blow Pop's and all! and for the Glen Cambell remark... Watch your tongue!
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