I battled a mosquito in my sleep and woke on the other side of the world to find that my bed had shifted a half foot from the wall, or should i say a sixth of a meter. A bite or two over my left eyelid and I can empathize with Forest Whitaker's ptosis.
We started the day off with a trip to the ATM resulting in a million kwachas followed by Shoprite (a walmart subsidiary?). We stocked up on overpriced groceries, made our way back, and met the project staff. After dawdling at the site for a bit, we joined the crowd for a management meeting at IAVI.
Back at the flats, Liz invited us to flat 2 for veggie burgers. YUMMM. After dinner banter, the girls decided to watch the OC so Ben and I hightailed it out of there.
With mosquito bites quickly outnumbering the days of my stay, Ben and I hotboxed our room with a mosquito burner. So far so good.
Relativity and paradigms are a funny thing. Jet lag is tragic.
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Mom, do I need to send you mosquito nets?
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