Daabi-oo!
my last post has been AMENDED. i've decided to stay in africa for the entire expected time-- until june/july 2008. sure, it was tempting to go home, but after a lot of debating i was pretty much SET on going home. yeah, set. on sunday (when i wrote that post) especially, i was sure i was going. then, on a semi-drunk walk home (dinner turned into drinks turned into pepper from a kebab flying in my eye turned into me saying WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WITH MY LIFE?! turned into more drinks) i was like ' am i really... leaving...?! ' then i awoke in the morning and couldn't possibly decide. i was on a tro-tro trying to get my Malian visa, which took a total of 6 hours on a sweaty vanride with 30 people because of the sweet traffic of Accra. I love tro-tros, for unknown reason-- they're probably torture devices from the past. anyway, i'm on a tro, and i look out the window at the women with bread on their heads, selling jesus pamphlets and ab rollers out of the same bag, girls with pure water sachets that weigh about twice as much as them in a bowl on their heads, weird bumper stickers that dont make any sense... i just couldnt leave it all behind. not yet, at least. every day i learn more about this place; moreover, about myself. i'm not ready to head back to the hellhole of workworkwork iwantanewpairofshoes america. maybe in the summer.
so i'll probably be doing the stag traveling for abit. and i'll be doing about a week of archaeology field work in the north/near the Burkina Faso border.
I probably wont update until after xmas, maybe new years, cause i'm going to be in Mali. happy holidays everyone, and i'll be sure and sweat enough for all of us in my muslim-appropriate smock with headwrap in the sahara, on a camel.
the europe-friendly travel would still be nice, but not til july. or anyone can meet me here
long story short: i'm ok. i'm really holding it together, and i'm happy. it's tough, but i'm happy.
lovelovelove,
Mo
my last post has been AMENDED. i've decided to stay in africa for the entire expected time-- until june/july 2008. sure, it was tempting to go home, but after a lot of debating i was pretty much SET on going home. yeah, set. on sunday (when i wrote that post) especially, i was sure i was going. then, on a semi-drunk walk home (dinner turned into drinks turned into pepper from a kebab flying in my eye turned into me saying WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WITH MY LIFE?! turned into more drinks) i was like ' am i really... leaving...?! ' then i awoke in the morning and couldn't possibly decide. i was on a tro-tro trying to get my Malian visa, which took a total of 6 hours on a sweaty vanride with 30 people because of the sweet traffic of Accra. I love tro-tros, for unknown reason-- they're probably torture devices from the past. anyway, i'm on a tro, and i look out the window at the women with bread on their heads, selling jesus pamphlets and ab rollers out of the same bag, girls with pure water sachets that weigh about twice as much as them in a bowl on their heads, weird bumper stickers that dont make any sense... i just couldnt leave it all behind. not yet, at least. every day i learn more about this place; moreover, about myself. i'm not ready to head back to the hellhole of workworkwork iwantanewpairofshoes america. maybe in the summer.
so i'll probably be doing the stag traveling for abit. and i'll be doing about a week of archaeology field work in the north/near the Burkina Faso border.
I probably wont update until after xmas, maybe new years, cause i'm going to be in Mali. happy holidays everyone, and i'll be sure and sweat enough for all of us in my muslim-appropriate smock with headwrap in the sahara, on a camel.
the europe-friendly travel would still be nice, but not til july. or anyone can meet me here
long story short: i'm ok. i'm really holding it together, and i'm happy. it's tough, but i'm happy.
lovelovelove,
Mo