Today, we switched bunks. I am now
moved into the room I will be staying in for the rest of the summer.
I will have a rotating cast of roommates during that time, and one
other consistent roommate, Rachael, who is the communications person for the group.
Earlier today, we visited the town of
Sigatoka (pronounced Sing-a-toka) on the southern side of the island.
(I am staying in Momi Bay, on the western coast.) It was the first
time I really felt like I was in another part of the world, the first
time it hit me that I am any sort of a world traveler. That is a bit
ironic, though, because everyone speaks English. But I was far less
surrounded by my team, and I was free to wander a bit and visit some
shops, so I felt more like I was traveling and less like I was
training for a job.
I bought some exciting things in the
shops. Foreign luxuries like Ritz crackers and peanut butter. (I am
already missing lots of familiar food.) I also purchased a plastic
container in which I shall store said food, to protect it from the
rats. The plastic bin has on it a lovely cartoon scene of an Asian man playing with
children in a park. And I bought a second towel (see previous post
and the section on packing regrets) and a welcome mat for my new room.
At the moment, I am sitting in the
office, devouring peanuts (there isn't a lot of protein in the Fijian
diet) and outside the door, an evening kava ceremony is still going
on, so I am being serenaded by amazing traditional music. It seems
that most everyone in this country can sing and harmonize.
Also, today I finally took out my
camera and started taking pictures. That means: I promise a bunch within the
next 2 days.
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