We drive on the most bumpy "road" I have ever seen for 3 hours. There is so much dust that it looks like we are under water- under brown brown water. it is so dry and dusty that we are all coughing and my boogers are black. we stay in a fenced in ngo overnight and finally get to walk to our homestays after a day of lectures. on the way there, the rains come! the most intense, mindblowing rain I have ever seen. everything about my entire being is wet. a river emerges in minutes that we must cross to get to the boma, out home for the next two days. as we arrive, the clouds part and i see the most beautiful sky and sunset I have ever seen in my whole live - and the barack obama song (a super popular song that its playing everywhere) plays on our portable radio. everyone - us, our translator, our warriors, the kids start singing. then my family takes off my clothes, redresses me in maasai clothes, dries my stuff over the fire, and feeds us amazing chai. in the night, it starts raining again - the roof is doing nothing but adding poop to the rain, and we feel very very icky and flea bitten. then at 330 am our mother/sister/ preggers 18 year old new bride pulls us out of bed and we dont know whats going on. then she pulls up the cowhide we were sleeping on and puts us under it! we were too stupid to get under the covers! also apparently they couldnt rethatch the roof cause in the dry season there is no grass. and they thought we were amazingly good luck cause we brought the rain. and i got to milk cows and wash dishes with charcoal. the maasai warriors taught us how to jump incredibly high, something that usually men only do in the traditional dance style but traditional gender roles and women being silenced is being broken down before our eyes - very very cool. also got some amazing maasai jewelry and plaid as gifts. some great internal conflicts regarding female circumcision and the role of traditional societies in the globalized world.
once again my post is incoherent and makes no sense, but thats literally how things sound in my head right now.
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I'm so happy to hear your incoherence. It's like listening to you talk. Keep blogging.
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