Random Humor

This trip had so much built in humor. We were told before we left you are going to be in situations where you are really stressed out and exhausted and just want to scream or cry, but just laugh because weeks from now, you will laugh at this.

On the first train. There are 4 people snoring around us. Not lightly, but full on sawing wood. And Fr. Paul had a lady sleeping on his armrest/lap as he leaned over and slept on her arm

No one understood Mary Ellen is lactose intolerant. So they insisted she drink buffalo milk, cow milk, goat milk, and buffalo curd. All these were then discreetly given to me.

Mangos are delicious but there is a limit your body can safely handle in one day. If this limit is crossed, bad things will ensue. If this limit is crossed every day for a week, you stomach goes on a fury of destruction and gets revenge.

Our toilet didn’t flush; there was actually no water, so you had to try to move ‘it’ along with buckets of water. And there was no toilet paper. Or light. Or toilet seat. But there was a lovely stench…

I was happy I had bats flying in my window at night, so they could eat bugs that were eating me.

Bugs fell on you and in your food on a daily basis, it was normal by lunch the second day.

I communicated verbally better with the chickens, goats and crows than I did with the workers. (I was often found bahhhing at the baby goat, from all over the compound. I also cawed at the bids. Both species cawed and bahhed back.

I was so dirty that I fit in here with most of the people. I over packed on underwear. I took 4 pairs.

I only needed my knife when I didn’t have it. But whenever I had it, it was always falling out of my pocket.

Mary Ellen got pooped on by a bird.

We had a laser pointer and the dog chased it for a solid 30 minutes, for 3 nights in a row. We were amused the entire time

I was listening to Dave Mathews on my ipod the last day before we left. And one song kept repeating. “Don’t drink the water” I didn’t listen. I paid for it.

We were supposed to be having food from the last compound taken to us at the train station, but on the way there, the food ‘punctured’ I visualize a guy with a knife stabbing random bags as people drove by. I tried telling this to father, he looked very very confused. I had to laugh.

Both times on the train, the fans were broken

I rolled an incense stick. (The job some of the ladies here have)

My beard and mustache is getting so long, when I drink, sometimes I think I have a hair in my mouth. Often times I do, but it’s connected still.

I communicate more with gestures than words.

The water I showered with smelled worse than me, I think… I hope…