That whole puffing up the hill thing (I think I can; I think I can; etc.) well WHEEEEEE ... I am freewheeling down the other side. Well not quite of course because I start in Burundi in a week but...
Back from the coast ... where I did not swim at all ... not did I see the beach more than once - tres disappointing. They wanted to drive me up (or down) the coast for an hour or so so that I could swim at the end (on Friday afternoon) ... that would entail driving back for an hour as well ... have I mentioned that I get car sick??
All training workshops are done ... I am alternately a saint and/or bitch to the participants ... the thankyou speech referred to me "shattering" their props. I was tempted to respond by saying that yep ... that would be part of the job ... but I refrained.
Now I have reports to write ... interviews to give (tomorrow is International Peace Day ... who knew?) and then prepare my debriefing. I also have changes to make in materials - dunno when that will get done as I fly out on Wednesday and turn my attention to what Burundi needs.
Of course I have my favourite stress rash on my leg ... giving me agony.
But ... the job is almost done; I can swim in Nairobi; my bags are packed (the one with rocks and stuff can actually stay here as I come back this way); my little house is spanking clean (much cleaner than when I moved in) and all excess food is packed up to give away (I am loath to part with my walnut oil). And now it is freewheeling time.
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