I'm spending my birthday in the jungle.
And not just the general, “oh, I'm in a nation that has jungles”
type of jungle. I'm in the rainforest. In the bush. The kind of place
where I get to go fishing by cutting up a vine and throwing it in the
water and letting it kill the fish before I stab them with my spear.
That kind of place.
But I expected that. What I didn't
expect was my extra week here. You see, somewhere along the line we
ended up not getting our helicopter ride out of here booked. It was
one of those moments where every body thought somebody else had done
it, but really nobody had. And 2 weeks in the village becomes three.
I suppose that's alright though. There are plenty of things to do out
here. For instance, the fishing I talked about above. Or cutting down
trees to make room for planting crops, or playing frisbee. All good
things. Then there’s the maintenance items for the missionary that
lives here. I have been working on patching up the bottom of her
fiberglass canoe so that she can use it again to get to town, instead
of relying on helicopters and other people's canoes. Unfortunately, I
am really bad with fiberglass. It is not a pretty looking patch job.
So I have a lot of sanding to do, too. Along with pumping water into
the head tank every day. (That's a tank of water that sits on top of
the house so that gravity can provide us with running water) And
whatever other maintenance items that she comes up with. I
don't mind doing the extra work, I just wish I better knew what it
was that I was doing. But she likes to have the help, and really, I
could use the training, so it works out well for everyone.
Nevertheless, that's one week longer
without a coca cola. Oh well.
*written Oct. 2nd
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