Today the volleyball event actually happened…it’s exhausting to be so popular! Ha ha…I was pretty proud of myself though, I kept my group and my games basically under control, which is saying a lot. There are so many kids, playing with them can go from fun chaos to crazy chaos very fast.
I think I made a bad choice of reading material for this trip…in the JFK airport I bought Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, which I’d been meaning to read for a while. There’s a lot of random, open time here, and mostly during the middle of the day it’s really just too hot to do too much of anything, so I’ve been getting really into it. While maybe some people would lose their appetite while reading it, since he exposes some nasty facts about the restaurant industry, the more I read it here, the more I crave every kind of food that is extremely far away from me. It’s not a good thing that only one week into this adventure I’m tired of the food. There is a French-style grocery store if I get desperate, which I already have once for cheese…dairy is nowhere to be found in local cuisine and, while that might be for the better, I miss it a lot.
We went to a hunter ceremony tonight that had been talked up all week…Michelle said she had been to some where people levitate, cut their tongues off and then heal themselves…lots of crazy stuff. This one turned out to be overrated to say the least. We sat (in chairs that other people got kicked out of to make room for us…guilt trip #234985 of the week) for two hours and watched people (in cool costumes, which counts for something of course) march in a circle playing the same song over and over, chanting in a language we don’t understand, and occasionally firing off their guns. Aspects of it were of course interesting, but adding in the bugs, heat, crowd, repetition, and overly high expectations…I was more than ready to go after two hours!
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