I’ve treated myself to a room of my own here in Kaya. I could have done like in Ouahigouya and gotten one big room for both me and Desiré to share, but no. With the intense work schedule I have here, I decided I needed the privacy at least a couple of hours a day.
So, here I am, sitting stark naked on my bed, drinking carbonated lemonade. The internet isn’t working, as it hasn’t done anywhere, not since the wi-fi crashed at Chez Tess on Thursday. Only sporadic pulses with the mobile broadband that Elli and I bought. I know people have messaged me on Facebook. Today: Josh and Emma. Sweethearts. Lara has urged people to take care of the food in the SRC Master’s cave fridge on the Facebook group. My couchsurfing request got accepted, so now I have somewhere to stay in Tamale, Ghana, when it’s time for me to head south. And Elli’s supervisor has wished me me good luck with my fieldwork and asked Elli to take it easy after her illness. Small glimpses of cyberspace (and home), but never enough to send anything out there. Only recieve. Oh well. It doesn’t really matter. A few more days can still pass before people start getting worried for me back home, I’m sure.
I have an episode of Game of Thrones prepped. An entire papaya to eat. And no one around to force me to put clothes on. I’m doing quite alright.
A papaya with a baby!
Katja Malmborg 