Soma part two. Woke up. Got the early morning routine down to a T and was out the door by 6:50 without rushing. We boarded the regular taxi and were driving away like normal when...we stopped to pick up a friggin goat. Now this poor thing probably knew it was going to be someone's lunch because it kept on screeching his horrible goat cry for help and damn do they sound ugly. It's either the goat or donkey sex noises I hear at night but it's the most annoying sound and they make for the worst neighbors. They also continually remind me of how I'm not getting any but how every other animal is - injustice. Anyways, this goat is just screaming for help and all I'm thinking is when he's going to knock the back of my head in when it starts thrashing in retribution - WHICH it actually didn't do.
We finally get to Soma, talk to a guy who's part of a team to get the entire country hooked up to internet by 2014 (meaning tele-health care in the best scenario), got online, and got in transcribing mode. About two hours in, we found a current PCT named Nick who was really nice and also 4 of our coworkers biked to Soma! We caught up and I felt bad that I had so much time online because I needed them for e-mails, blogging, and I had a FB date to wait for. On the plus side, I found out that I'll have packages to look forward to in my near future! There was an HIV/AIDS awareness parade that went through the main road just outside of the internet cafe and that was another F Yeah Public Health moment. I finished all that I needed to do, was pretty happy by the time I exited the internet cafe, bought a watermelon for my family, and set off for the bus.
Today, the bus was friggin crazy with crying babies left and right shattering my eardrums. I felt like I was in Satan's armpit with how sweltering it was and how bad I/everyone smelled. I also felt like I was in China all over again with all the crowding and pushing on the bus. It was like a sauna and I was paranoid some guy who was sitting on the floor was going to look up my skirt but realized that it was sticking to me too well to give anything away - thanks sweat! When the bus finally moved, air finally circulated and I felt much better. I hauled my huge watermelon to Ida's (so heavy), had lunch (starvationnnn), chucked my skirt across Ida's house, and got my drawing on. I drew on a rice bag on procedures to wash hands for my Serehule group's one hour class on Tuesday for hand washing. This is right, I am drawing on rice bag because paper is hard to find in The Gambia but rice bags are not. It actually came out superb but it was hard as hell since I had to draw hands... I'll be a master in no time at this rate. I am lucky in that my hands are small enough to be drawn onto the rice bag like a stencil. Any who, for a reward, Elizabeth also bought a watermelon and I got a generous piece of it. As we're chomping away, I teach my site mates the game marry, f***, kill, yes I know this is an awful game, but it was really entertaining and I realize there's a special place in hell for me. After the sun finally started to go, I rushed back home, took a shower, studied forever, and just as ti was turning dark, the tailor showed up and gave me my dress! It's cute as hell and I'm squealing-ly happy about how sweet it came out. I can't wait to wear it AH I'm so excited that I'm going to implode. Everyone in my compound seemed to really like it - I did a mini-cat walk down the main way - but I'm just afraid it might be too short when I sit down but what the hell. It's a pain to get on and off but I bet it'll be easier with time and wash. It also doesn't help when I'm laced with 10 layers of sweat at all times. Anyways, dinner was dinner (coos and sauce - but at least the sauce is hearty and I chose to forget the fact that I'm scooping spoons of oil in my mouth), went out to math, aaaand bed.
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