NOTE: Te letter tat comes between ‘g’ and ‘j’ on my keyboard as unexpectedly stopped working. I hope it will not be too much of a problem to decipher my messages without this letter, as it would be a pain in the arse to ave to go in to another computer to edit before posting. Aaaa, lovely Vanuatu. J
Noting much surprises me anymore in this country. Some going ons tat occurred in my life recently:
I ad a candid conversation wit my headmistress and er husband about the need in our village for S.T.I. education. I’m not sure why it came up, but the conversation lead to the husband telling me tat he’d recently been to te alt clinic and diagnosed wit an STD. e wanted me to tell im more information about symptoms and how e might ave gotten it. Te wife ten told me tat se was tested and did not ave it. I mentioned a few facts, and told tem tat Nik should be giving an STI talk soon in our village. I decided not to tell er, “ummmm, yea, your husband could only ave contracted tat by cheating on you.”
Maybe they wont figure it out anytime soon.
LIMBO, te much loathed and beloved American classic party game as become an official sporting event at Cildren’s Day tis year, being hosted by my primary scool in my village. After learning about te game from some of te participants tat I took to a Peace Corps worksop last mont, our eadmistress decided it sould be put on te event schedule as an official sport, in between futbol and volleyball. We even ad a “training” day were I taugt te scool te rules and we ad about 6 wooden boards out on te field wit various groups of kids seeing ow low tey could go. Peraps we will win te prize for tat event, seeing as most oter kids in Vanuatu aven’t eard of LIMBO before.
Its been raining wit a vengeance for a week straigt. And I mean next to nonstop. I’ve been cooped in my ouse, mostly painting te world map for te scool, not wanting to walk anywere because te roads are trased wit mud and slipperyness. Apparently (I missed it because I didn’t wanna walk in te weater) an elder in te village gave a long speec after curc about te rain. I wouldn’t ave understood it anyway as everyone speaks in local language, but apparently e said tat some men ave been responsible for making it rain. Ezron (te old man) is going to say a special prayer to make te men stop making it rain. Apparently te men are afraid of im (i.e. black magic)….. so I guess te weater will be clearing up tomorrow! But aside from te mud and not wanting to leave my ouse, it is a glorious 68 degrees outside and super windy. I actually feel cold! I ave Capri yoga pants on and a long sleeved sirt. I even made te camping meal cicken and dumplings tat my dad sent me, surprisingly yummy!
