So I neglected to post what I had written last week, and this week is going to be kind of a double post to make up for that. I will be posting what I wrote then as well as a new post for this week. Enjoy!
I wrote my first Easter egg last week week!
Helm Creek
I’ve been trying to keep track of all the occurrences worthy of being posted on the blog. I think I’m finally adjusting to the culture here.
One of the biggest indicators of this for me was the fact that I’ve becoming comfortable riding the bodas here, which I’m sure my boss wouldn’t be too fond to hear. Here’s an excerpt from one of the documents we were provided with prior to traveling:
Genesis 1:3
Wow. Definitely doesn’t feel like it’s already been nearly two weeks since my last post. I apologize.
Unfortunately, about half that time I’ve felt like a giant pile of crap. I’ve been sick on three separate occasions in the past week and a half, including today. Back home I typically get sick maybe once a year, if that. I haven’t been myself for awhile. The strangest part is that I’m sick for only a couple days, feel better,and a few days later I’m sick again. I sincerely hope today is the last day, but I can’t help but be skeptical.
A lot has happened in the last two weeks.
Sitting Under the Sword of Damocles
Last night while we were walking in the street I had exclaimed to Corey that, even though it’s only been a week that we’ve been here, I can’t wait for the day that I can walk down the street without being hassled by the boda boda drivers. Not 5 seconds after that, we heard “Boda, boss?” as a driver pulled up beside us. I shook my hand “no” and he drove away. We laughed at the coincidence.
Not another 30 seconds later, another motorcycle driver pulls up just behind us, but we paid no attention. In the middle of our conversation, I felt the firm grasp of a hand around my forearm, and a man yell with a Ugandan accent “HEY, STOP!”.
The First Week
Many have asked me for photos of the apartment I’m living in, so I’m including them here. The apartment is actually a pretty nice place, though it’s not without its quirks.
Day 1: A Series of Unusual Coincidences
Well, today is the day that I can officially say that I have been woken up by a rooster. I pulled the curtains to my bedroom balcony closed prior to closing my eyes last night, and when I pulled them open again after hearing the rooster, I couldn’t help but feel like I had already slept away half the day even though it was exactly 7:00 AM local time. The streets here are busy day and night. Lines of small cars, motorcycles, and people walking fill both sides of the street, and you can hear the low purring of motorcycles throughout the night — which is nice for me, since living in downtown Vancouver for so long has caused me to develop a need for some kind of background noise just so I can fall asleep.