MOROKENI!!
Ngapi nawa?
Rukwangali is difficult, but it’s a ton of fun.
My host family is also exhausting, but fun.
I am living with an 8yo boy and a 10 yo girl and their mother. The father/husband drives the Nam train, and his shift changes. I think he’s working until 8 now, and I’m generally going to bed around then.
I also live with a dog named Taliban. He’s the guard dog. And he barks from the time he is let off the leash at around 7 p.m. until he is put back on, at around 6 a.m. As my host family has warned, his name says it all. Chico is our pet dog. Apparently it’s fairly rare to have a pet dog here, but almost everyone has a guard.
And yes, I go to bed at 8 p.m. The sun goes down at like 5, and after a few solid games of Uno with the kids, a meal that I help prepare or clean up after, and an hour of Shades of Sin (Brazilian soap opera that the country is addicted to), I can barely keep my eyes open. I try and stay up to practice language, but I’m not sure that anything sticks. There are a few occasional clicks in the language I’m learning, so don’t worry—I am getting the African experience, even with a TV in my house, my own bedroom that locks, hot water showers, and a washing machine.
Some in our group are taking bucket baths—heating their water on the stove and carrying it to the bathroom to bathe. But they say it aint so bad, and I believe that. There’s a good chance that many of these amenities will not be there when I move to site, so I’m soakin it up while I’m here. Hell, I’m eating Corn flakes with coffee and yogurt for breakfast, and today I had a Gatorade at lunch. Not that it’s all rainbow and fuzzies, but I really really like it here.
Well, I took my Mefloquine today, so I’m off to do some awesome dreaming. Mbwaa!