It’s 5:30 AM and the first bout of
stomach issues has struck. I knew it would be inevitable. It’s not fatal, but
not pleasant. I was gonna get up and do some exercise today before I went to
the hub, but I guess that’s not happening. Maybe it’s from washing food in
unfiltered water. I feel like I should on the one hand start getting my body
used to his, but on the other hand, there are things like parasites and worms
that you can’t just get used to. I was able to start drinking the tap water in
Morocco after a while, and I drank the tap water in China for a few days
without knowing that you were supposed to boil it. I was fine though. Hopefully
I can sort of get used to this water, but I think it might take a few
gastrointestinal workouts first before I will have no problems.
Also, I figured out why they don’t
give us spicy food. . Everyone in the group had been complaining so much about
the blandness of the food, and we just assumed that the Basotho didn’t cook
with spices, until I learned that someone (who this uninformed Mosotho is, I
have no idea) had told all the bo’me that Americans are afraid of spicy food.
Do they not realize how often I come across the word “siracha” on the internet?
The Minnesotan in our group is loving it, but since there are a bunch of us
from California and Texas, the rest of were suffering from the lack of flavor.
Except salt. The Basotho love salt. To excess.Blech. My moroho[swiss chard] the
other day turned to me and was like “oh, would you like some vegetables with
your lunch box of salt?” Yeah, I kinda would, thanks.
Speaking of food, here are some
photos of our cooking session at the hub
Chelsea and Kyle
Jordan, Adrian squeezing oranges, and Alysa
Leonard's orange smile
Then Jeff tried a tomato smile
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