So today was hair washing day. Anyone that knows me well, or has even seen an adequate pictures, knows that I've got very high maintenance hair. When I broke my arm freshman year, my poor roommate had to help me control it. She can vouch for me on this one. One of my biggest worries coming to Tanzania was maintaining my hair. Sure, I brought the largest bottle of conditioner I could find at K-Mart but the lack of water pressure has required a little more creativity on my part when it comes to the hair washing situation.
I can't complain about the new house. It's clean, quiet--except for what I think are some rodents scratching in the walls, I woke up to it this morning, heard it in the kitchen when I was preparing breakfast, and again when I was in the shower. As I have described previously, the shower is more like a hose with less water pressure. Thankfully, the water is warm--but only if you turn on the hot water switch, B. I thought it might be a little more difficult than at NORAD and I was definitely correct. I don't know how long the whole thing took but now I have a cramp in my shoulder and neck. Good thing I don't have to do this everyday. Regardless, I'm going to have to come up with a better method.
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