Being John Malkovich

This week was a blur.  It started out great, I arrived in Lusaka and couldn't sit still.  For the first time in months, I had access to;

• stores selling cheese and wine
  
• Canadians I could hang out with
  
• electricity, even through the night
  
• internet that works

but after 12 hours of this sensory overload, I started to feel like Cameron Diaz when she was controlling John Malkovich...except this was reality, and it was like I was watching a movie in which Mark Hemsworth was simply a stand-in who had nothing to do with the plot.

Luckily this city has somewhat competent healthcare professionals, so I started my malaria treatment right away.

What a waste of a week.  I am now left contemplating what makes me happy, because I know I had some blips of good times this week, but I cant really remember them - so whats the point of having fun if you can't remember having fun?

maybe now I better understand the importance of being healthy?

Bearded me with Seleyi and Jasford as we fabricate a new honey filling unit.