Since spending a few week in Pretoria and in the USA, I obviously got out of the routine of village life. I had a nice routine going, and with that routine, life here seemed normal and not too difficult. It was nice, and I was enjoying the slow African life.
Then I went to America, where every other comment was one of the following:
“I couldn’t live without running water!”
“You eat what?! Eww!!”
“What about the spiders? And snakes!”
“You are so brave.”
“I could never do that.”
“Pee bucket? Gross!”
I got used to the cushy, first world life again, and reality hit me when I got back to my village and had to bathe in a bucket in my freezing room. Winter bucket baths are the WORST, by the way. Could be a form of torture.
So, of course, I’ve had to readjust a little. My routine has been flushed down the toilet…errr…dumped in the pit latrine, that is. I’ve forgotten how I did some things, and have had to figure it all out again. It’s a little sad. But now I’ve been back for about a week, and my routine is getting set again. Life is quickly readjusting, and overall I am VERY happy to be back.
I would be MUCH happier to be back if it wasn’t winter. I truly, truly forgot what the Kalahari winter was like. Eish.