July 2nd

July 2, 2012

I forgot to write a few things in my last post. The show down between Machoville and I continue. We were doing so good, starting to bond, but the stupid chicken woke me up AGAIN early on Sunday. Ready to kill her I marched into the kitchen to find a bowl of eggs. I asked Amahro, in Kinyarwanda mind you, if these were Machoville’s. He responded yes and they were for breakfast. They were delicious, but I felt kind of bad as if I was eating Machoville. Watch I go to India become a vegetarian, now I go to Rwanda and become a vegan. Just kidding, they were too good, I guess the bird will live to see another day, she is providing me with my only source of protein.

Also this past Saturday I went up to the orphanage. I LOVE LOVE LOVE these kids. My little man and I spent some time together; I’m getting kind of worried that when I leave he will be devastated. I might need to lay off spending time with him, I don’t want him to get too attached, he already cries when I leave for the day.  Anyway, after few hours at the orphanage I caught a bus back to town. Once again it was packed above maximum capacity. Sitting on Rwandans lap and next to a mom breast feeding, her nipple was closer to my mouth than her babies… ahh making great memories! To make the bus ride even more interesting I had to get out so I could let the guy I was sitting on out, as I got out of the bus a small child, about 5 projectiles vomits out of the bus onto my pants and down my leg. It was so hectic I didn’t really notice until I felt warm goo running down my leg…. Ahhh more memories! Everyone laughed including the other volunteers, they then said Bre you are a nurse you shouldn’t be grossed out. Stupid, just because I want to be a nurse doesn’t mean I don’t think vomit is gross, and it certainly doesn’t mean I enjoy being puked on. Pretty disgusting, but I will admit it was quite hilarious.

It’s now the first of the month, this means we get new volunteers, unfortunately all the ones my age are in Kigali.  I met two new volunteers this weekend, both from Australia. The guy even plays Rugby; needless to say we were instant friends. All of the people that volunteer are from Australia, Canada, UK, and U.S. Lately we have had a lot of people from Australia and the UK. It’s funny because they always comment on my accent, but to me they are the ones who have the accent. They say my accent is harsh, I pronounce my vowels weird, and I have a drawl. Obviously they don’t understand a proper drawl, Patti prides herself on the fact she can make swimming a three syllable word. I will admit, sometimes it slips but there is one other American from Louisiana, he has more of the twang than I do. I guess since I have lived all over the U.S. I don’t have one particular accent, I don’t discriminate, I try embody every region with the way I speak.