In the four months I have been in Namibia I have learned that there are many things that I can tolerate and yet little things which really annoy me.  For example I can tolerate the odd looks from the community, begging children, no having a clue what to do with eight hours of “work” a day, the power going out at random times, the million marriage proposals, transport problems always causing outreach to be cancelled, Namibian time, Himba boobies everywhere I look, the constant bugs in my flat and feeling useless 90% of the time.  These are things have become the norm to me and I no longer really think twice about this stuff.  But today as I walked to work, walked because I missed my ride cause well I just wanted a little bit more sleep and knew I would be doing nothing at work today anyway, so anyways, I was walking to work and I realized I hate flies.  I hate flies almost as much as I hate ants.  The thing about Namibia is if you are walking in the morning you get completely covered in flies.  I normally only experience this on outreach days (like my week in Kamanjab) but really today as I was trying to swoosh the flies off me I remembered the hell of Kamanjab mornings and outreach trips in Outjo.  I feel like a horse, and I’m surprised more horses don’t try to kill themselves.  Seriously for about 10 minutes I try to move my head, wave my arms, do a little dance but the flies keep coming back.  After 10 minutes I just deal with the flies crawling all over me (ew including my face and all around my mouth and eyes) and think ah, I hate flies.  What is their purpose and why do they like me so much?  So after four months serving as a PCV the only thing I realized I really can’t stand but tolerate because I don’t have any other choice is … flies.  Is that bad?  Shouldn’t I be doing a lot more personal growth, flies, that’s all I’ve discovered…wow.
Dear PCMO and staff,
I got my medications finally.  You rock!  Guess I won’t die from an asthma attack for the next four months as you gave me a huge supply.  Thanks, I will stop calling and smsing you now.
Grateful,
Dar
Monday, March 3, 2008
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