Today did not start so well.
A freezing cold shower. A 202 page biogas training manual which was read in entirety, but was not so useful. Lethargy. An entire packet of not-so-delicious chocolate biscuits. Thoughts of a meeting yesterday, which did not go so well. Thoughts that today’s meeting will be the same.
Dogs screeching and fighting outside.
The familiar feeling of being trapped. Without culture, without language, without friends. Without knowledge.
A meeting today where the village women are attentive and patient with your endless questions. They are so keen to share their beautifully made local handicrafts with you and they make you tea (your favourite!). And even though you feel as if you have wasted their time, they graciously thank you any way for coming, smiling at your feeble attempts to thank them for their generosity.
A merry-go-round near the top of the world. A market place full of cheering gamblers. A soccer match in the mud with local players as good as you’ve seen from across the region. Fairy floss. And jokes about the over exuberant calls from the local boys. (“I am alone! You are alone! Come over here!)
You remember you can take photos. And that you can stop working.
Actually, you remember how to smile.
And why it is that you are here.