Low for the day: 80 degrees

I always seem to stumble on words as soon as I am about to write. During the week I always think of things that I want to talk about, but then when I get to the computer I forget everything.

I wish that I could say that I have had a time to relax and possibly get a day off but things haven't changed. We are stretched so thin on people that our same group of people go to work everyday together and as you can imagine tensions begin to run high. Being in a leadership postition is not all that it's cracked up to be.

The only saving grace about my job is the personal interaction that I have had with the local people here. It is my fortune that I can stop and talk and even share tea with the people that have called this area home for generations (yes they drink chai here even when it's 113 degrees!) Of course I must talk through an interpreter but the rapport that I now have with the interpreters allow me hold a conversation that doesn't lay idle. Of course there are always the people that don't want to talk to you, but I haven't encountered many of them.

Ok, so I know that I promised to give a little insight into what it is that I am actually doing here and I will . . . eventually. I will put up some pictures that I hope will at least provide a different view of the landscape other than my whining about the sand.

Next goal: get new pictures up for everyone to see.

Nick

P.S.- Haven't had ice cream since last Sunday.