Hello good people,
in Ghanzi now. internet access. good. i am fine.
very low possobility to access internet, as I thought. Oh, so many things I would write and i don't know how to start.
So everything is beige. I hate beige. I remember when Kat pointed out that it's the non colour, just making everybody ugly. my t shirt "mines" is beige, my trousers, my hat. the sheets, the small pillow, the towel i bought.
So, looks like i can send SMS for cheep but i don't get any. this is going to be my unidirectional system of communication. writing idiot SMS to the people whenever i have spare time, like at night or in the car.
We visited 3 villages, and getting deeper in the desert. I am not complaining about the weather. hot and dry.
Yesterday was the hardest: we arrived just in the desert, and here the people is really into hard condition. the ground doesn't give anything, and they don't have anything to do all day long. so they drink. we started sampling in the afternoon and that was affecting our result, because of impossibility to collect the basics information like which language do your parents speek, or who are you. they just spit in change of an orange and some tobacco, our little gift. they are in another situation, another planet possibly. yes, the desert is hard. At the end of the day our local assistant, also pretty into alchool, was dealing with us to order a german wife. We see what we can do.
people ask me where are you from? and I answer "europe".
Not washing myself gets me in another state of mind.
few days ago we were in a lovely village, not so desert, there was a chief old but very intelligent, telling us a lot of stories from his past, the time of hunting in the bush etc. old people are like normal grandparents all around the world. he understood perfectly the story of our research, and said "well, i cannot spit because sore throat, but maybe my son can, he has same genes as mine if i understood!" Genau!!!
That night we slept with a giant spider under our tent. There are some not identified yet insects who eat the tent. the bloody tent eaters. we have holes in the pavement.
cows and donkeys at night make sounds like dinosaurs. Jurassic Park.
How to make a dung beetle upset? steal his shit ball.
Love,
k
Monday, November 9, 2009
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wow
ReplyDeletechiara, that's crazy
I like your stories!
Was the giant spider dangerous?
I hope, they will not eat also the roof of the tent.. it was supposed to be water proof, isn't it?
Misha has arrived, everything is ok)
be careful! greetings to B.
have you been alresdy in Linda and FAlko's village?
ooups. I'm Natasha) I forgot, that I had made an account in blogger
ReplyDeleteoh, don't make E'ROZZLAMERDA upset, please. Enjoy biodiversity! Such a good idea to select insects that can eat only tents...the desert is full of tents. They can turn into the new WWF icon...
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