It's not so much that we are homesick. Though it does come and go. It's just a lot of small things making us crazy.
You know how sometimes you twitch and think there are bugs on you? You go to brush them off and it's not a bug, it's just a twitch. Well, here in Rumbai camp it is ALWAYS a bug. A non threatening and utterly innocuous bug, but still a bug. In your hair, in your ice cream, in your tea, on your leg, in the tub, on your face, on your book.
So you are driving down the road and you are suddenly facing certain doom as another vehicle is coming straight at you. You suddenly realize that you have been driving on the wrong side of the road for 5 minutes.
Armless Monkeys. I'm certain that their poor missing arms got eaten by tigers. It's disturbing.
My car's 1989 style car alarm. It goes off if you even look at the car funny. So, yeah, I'm that guy with the crappy car alarm that changes tones and pitches and patterns every 10 seconds. It's embarrassing because the disarm button often malfunctions, and you have to jump up and down on it for 5 minutes to reset.
Also car related is the fact that Chevron car rules state that you have to reverse into a parking space. My relationship with my car and it's stick shifting into reverse is embarrassing. One woman saw me stall out 3 times in one day trying to back into a stupid parking space. sigh.
Nora says that we have to add bacon to the list. Frankly, we are darned lucky to get any pig at all in this Muslim country. And as far as Im concerned, the bacon here is deliciously hammy. Canadian bacon sort of. Nora said this morning " I want fatty bacon, crispy bacon, American bacon, TEXAN bacon." It was sad and funny all at once.
There are spray nozzles on the back of each toilet for "personal cleansing." Pete and I both are kind of grossed out thinking about where that nozzle has been. Is that too much information?
Kids with fevers is another thing. Sounds like everyone new to the camp falls ill within the first two weeks and we are no exception. Nora has been sick and the other night when her fever was 103 at midnight, I was convinced she had already contracted dengue fever. She hadn't and is doing fine now... but for a hypochondriac like me? Indonesia is a wonderland.
I bought a small jar of olive oil today for $17. Yes. I did.
I also bought a case of really delicious and terrible for you ice cream cone treats. They are made of everything that is bad and artificial and probably wouldn't melt in the sun, but are so yummy. We all eagerly await them every day.
Let's see... what else? Oh, yeah. Cobras. Hooded Cobras. But maybe you've heard this story before?
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