The workshop schedule was rearranged so that Saturday was another full day of lectures and small group discussions. Dundy and I stayed late and got talking about organizational leadership while I waited for Gatto to find a Skype microphone. He's here for a whole year--I don't know how he can stand being away from his wife for that long! I've only been here for a month and a half and I'm going nuts. After a later night at the lab, I headed over to S&V's for wine and homemade pizza. I hate to say it but I think I might actually be sick of pizza. Nevertheless I wasn't going to pass up a night with my favorite Belgium Boys.
Even after a fun night, I was still in a bad mood. I spent all the remaining vocha--cell phone credits--I had to text back and forth with my parents who were looking at colleges with my sista in New England. I was still in a funk on Sunday morning. So much so that I decided to opt out of the Mikumi safari--something about waking up before the crack of dawn and sitting in a car all day, albeit among giraffes, looking at birds just wasn't doing it for me. I spent the day reading What is the What and hibernating. I'm almost finished with the book which means I'll have to find another one, which of course will probably be problematic. My hibernation was interrupted by loud noises on the roof. I figured it was just the rats--haha, just the rats--but was slightly worried that someone might be trying to break into the mzungu compound. C soon clued me in to the true source of the commotion: vermet monkeys!
They were totally unphased by us, snapping pictures of them. Although a little camera shy they continued to pounce and bite each other. Dad would have loved it! We watched them for a good twenty minutes, until the dogs came barking and they all ran away. I'd run away too, these dogs are totally ferocious. Sorry Penny, these guys are out of your league...
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