I haven't been feeling very bloggie lately. That and I
haven't had wireless internet, which makes me feel even less bloggie. Anyhow,
I'm here in Canada, trying to help my G-ma a bit as G-pa is not well. Cancer
really is a rat bastard of a disease. Do what you can to not get it. People
that say "you have to die someday" as an excuse to not take decent
care of themselves have their heads up their arses. Blerg.
For some reason, I was just thinking, hmmm, what was I doing
a year ago today? So I opened my old Madagascar journal. Here is what I was up
to in Madagascar approximately and exactly one year ago...
Nov 2, 2010. 6:36am. Tent.
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| said giant cockraoch |
I sound like a broken record,
but I am so very tired. I got up at 4:30 and was off to the forest by 5am. I
chased ILove until 11:30am and then headed back to camp for lunch. After lunch
I worked on my plants and then headed back out by 2pm. I chased the lemurs
again until 5pm, when I was simply too tired to continue. I then came back to
camp and unloaded my backpack, fetched water, caught chickens, showered, and
got a few photos of an enormous hissing cockroach (9.5cm, not including
antennae) and am now waiting to eat dinner. So tired. Am officially 2 days
binge-free*. Yesterday and today I had breakfast (egg, cheese, toastie,
coffee), snackie (two crackers, raisins), lunch (rice and beans, coffee),
snackie (two crackers, raisins), and will soon have dinner. After, I will have
a small amount of chocolate and two biscuits.
Nov 3, 2010. 7:41pm. Tent.
What a friggin day. Up at
4:30am and off to see where Akao slept, only to find them sleeping at Akao.
Came back. Did data entry and then phenology at Vintany and ILove. Came back
for lunch and did data entry. Went out to do phenology at Akao only to find
that someone had taken all the nails out of my marked trees and left the tree
tags scattered about. Radio receiver broke. Porky is near death. Boots on death
bed. Food is disappearing from the communal box. A giant spider built a house
on my pillow. Brutal. Brutal. Brutal.
Nov 4, 2010. 1:11pm. Camp.
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| chillin' with my chicken |
I'm sitting in camp doing some
data entry and just noticed that Bakira and Fiti are butchering Porky, who
is/was my sick chicken. Poor thing is/was terribly sick and couldn't even
stand. I looked at her before lunch and tried to give her some water, but she
wouldn't drink. She had some sort of blockage in her gut. The staff and
Felicien are going to eat Porky, but there is no way I am eating a sick animal.
Oh, I spilled gasoline all over
myself a few minutes ago. Only in Madagascar would I refill a water bottle with
gasoline, fill my generator and manage to douse my pants an foot in gasoline.
And then do nothing about said spilled gasoline and start the generator anyhow.
Just saying.
Nov 4, 2010. 8:41pm. Tent.
Another crazy day. Had a
freakin SCORPION on my big toe. I was in the shower and about to finish up when
I looked at my foot and saw it there all ready to sting. I can't remember, but
apparently I screamed and somehow got it off of my foot without being stung.
Close call. Too close. When we got back from the
forest this afternoon, Olivier and some other dudes were here. In fact, they
still are here. I must write about our visit, but am way too tired now… Night
Ronman, you are my best friend and I love you.
*I think I had eaten about 7 chocolate bars, which would have been like six months worth.
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Alright, time to get some work done! Later gators.
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