16 June 2006
I’ve run out of today’s projects.
Soooo… what else can I say?
Apparently there are duikers in our compound. I have not seen one. Of course, being a bit jet-lagged, I prefer to sleep as much as possible, but still. We got home at about 11 last night. No duikers. (Duikers, just in case you don’t see them on your compound on a regular basis, are little deer-things about the size of a dog. They are nocturnal.)
Compounds. Someone asked me about compounds before I left, as in what are compounds? Another sign of my abnormality, that I am so accustomed to them that I can hardly define them. Compounds are walled areas with buildings in them. One or more houses or living spaces or warehouses or whatever. Ours has a lot of houses and apartment buildings. And duikers.
One slightly surreal thing about
(Later: I was wrong. There are lots of guns. It’s just that only UNMIL – United Nations Mission in
I never spent much time in
You would hardly know that
It’s perfectly safe, by the way. I feel safer in the streets here than in Arusha, and I felt pretty safe in Arusha. Definitely I feel safer in our house than I did in Arusha. I used to barricade myself into that house because of all the horror stories about armed robberies. I feel safe in
19 June 2006
Saturday was full of fun activities, but it was all work-related so I can’t talk about it here on the internet. But it was fun. It involved buying L$5 bags of plantain chips and L$5 bags of water and L$5 bags of popcorn and L$5 boiled eggs and L$5 ears of roasted corn, sharing them around between about 10 people, and eating them under the blazing sun while riding in the back of a pickup truck. (There are about 60 Liberian dollars to a US dollar right now.) I love moments like that. My heart swells up and I’m so happy to be in Africa in general and in
We were frighteningly expatriate-like yesterday and went to
Last night I finally made it onto the internet after numerous frustrations involving things like my computer not recognizing various networks at hotels and the power never being on at the same time as the office was open at the guest house. Unfortunately, it took ten minutes to upload the blog update, so I’m guessing I won’t be doing much on the internet while I’m here. That’s okay. I will learn to live with lack of internet access. It will be good for me.
20 June 2006
Another legal intern and I walked up the back road behind our compound after work yesterday, past the ocean winking in and out of sight beyond the lagoons, up to a little store to buy some drinks and supplies. This is another thing I love doing in
Later I went out and sat again on the office steps in the dark because there was INTERNET! And I had to have it! Because it was there! You have to take what you can get. And get excited about what you can get when you can get it. I kept dropping first my phone and then my flashlight and they would go rolling down the slight incline of cement below the bottom step and I had to fish around for them in the dark. The bugs seem to hover near the office and ate me alive, nearly. I really do have to make work of getting some Larium. I’m antimalarial-less right now and that’s probably not smart.
Even later, J was trying to kick a soccer ball down a hallway (okay, confession, I kicked it down to him, and R did it first) to wake up C, who fell asleep at 9:30 before we had time to play cards and we absolutely had to play some cards and he slipped and fell on his elbow and the glass bottle in his hand just as she opened her door. He had shards of glass in his hand and a huge bump on his elbow and once his nausea from the adrenaline subsided and I patched up his hand with four bandaids (I should have been a doctor – it would be so great), we laughed about how it’s the stupid stuff that will get you. It isn’t the malaria or the typhoid or the driving (well, it could be, but so far it hasn’t been). It’s the kicking a soccer ball down the hallway. And then when he turned out to be fine and I asked if he was going to blog about it, he told me I should have taken a photo before helping him up, so he could have put it on his blog.
The most romantic sounding name in all of