Ellen and I stay at her boyfriend’s house when we
visit Solwezi. It feels like I am living in the lap of luxury; there is a flush
toilet, a refrigerator, a hot plate, and a television, oh and monster sized
rats that have domestic disputes above my head every night. I go to sleep
praying that the aged leaking dry wall that separates me from the rodents holds
and if that fails I pray that the misquote net will impede their ability to
snuggle with me at night. So far there have been no unwelcome guests in my bed
at night.
Did I mention that he also has a bath tub (no
shower). Don’t yet too excited; this bath tub is used by six miners so it is
constantly covered in a thick grimy slime. I think actually feel more dirty
post bathing (which is saying something). For all of those concerned about my
hygiene in the village I actually bath more in Africa than I do in the States.
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