I had a seamless introduction to the airport and received my one month
visa without complications (to be renewed at a latter date). It was the
easiest customs/landing ever so I was happy. We landed early so I was
surprised that I only had to wait 10 min before my ride faithfully
arrived. Indi, a pediatrician and ID doc that oversees the children's
malnutrition study, picked me up and oriented me to Blantyre while
manically driving us home. That was my first insight into the madness that is driving in Africa. Those of you who have been to Africa/lived here (you know who you are) already know what I am talking about. For those of you who don't I will paint a picture in an upcoming post--don't you worry.
St Louis Research Project in partnership with the NGO Project Peanut Butter leases land in the Kabula Hill neighborhood in Blantyre. Blantyre is the commercial capital of Malawi and has 1.9 million inhabitants. I had signed up to be a clinic volunteer for two months but luckily I receive a weekly stipend plus room & board so my main expense was my flight out to Malawi. Kabula Hill (a.k.a. The Compound) is a gated area that has multiple houses on the compound (I know what you are thinking...this sounds like a cult!). My family will be happy to know there is 24 hour security and two adorable guard dogs Maximus and Cesar that become ferocious when encountering newbies (a.k.a. me day one in Africa). I didn't know what to expect with housing but for Africa we have a pretty sweet deal. The landlord lives on the property in the main house and the three other houses belong to the project. I live in middle house which incidentally is the house with the patio. The patio converts into happy hour central when everyone descends after a long day of clinic to drink Carlsberg beers and enter data, talk smack and eat chips and chocolate. Prime location for sure but mostly for me because of the view. (Don't worry I have my boxed South African wine). Pics are of my room in middle house and views from the patio.
The sitch on mosquito nets
I have a confession. I like my
mosquito net. No--like really like my mosquito net. Which could seem
strange if you understand I have a touch of claustrophobia. How does a
person who gets slightly anxious with confined spaces relish the thought
of trapping herself into netting for the night? My theory is two
fold--safety for one. Remember when you were swaddled as a child? No? Me
either. But chances are your mother swaddled you and your newborn brain
thought....ahhhh yes. Safety. Comfort. That is kind of what mosquito
netting feels like to a 31 one year old cocooned in a blue net hanging
from the ceiling. A safety that nothing bad can make it into the
net--and by nothing I mean malaria carrying mosquitoes ;). The other
reason I think I secretly love my mosquito net is because it reminds me
of an age old pastime that should never get old--building forts. My
mosquito net is an adult mini version of a fort. Every night I crawl
into my bed and tuck in the net that creates a canopy not unlike any
multitude of forts I made with sheets in my childhood.
A chameleon we found in the yard (down house in background)
Until next time!
Sounds like quite the adventure and the Aquarius in me is super jealous!
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