There is a transportation strike, and I am trapped in Chivay, unable to get back to my site.
Last night I went to catch the only bus I was told was running at 4 am and it never came. After an emotionally exhausting week (we had to turn away 10-30 patients every day) I am forced to sleep in a freezing cold, uncomfortable hostal. This morning was supposed to be my big community diagnostic presentation to the Madrigal municipality, but instead I am twiddling my thumbs 2 ½ hours away from my site.
I am literally losing my shit. I have so much to do before the school year starts again and I am 5 hours away from internet and communication in one direction, and 2 ½ hours away from my people. If I could just get to one of those two places I could be productive, but no, instead I carry around a backpack full of dirty clothes. Wait, what? Dirty clothes? Yes. Very dirty clothes. Because 1) I have been traveling for a week 2)it is the rainy season and if I did wash them they would take days to try and 3)I only own about a week’s worth of clothes I carry around a backpack of dirty clothes. As if not being able to bathe isn’t enough.
Tim is going to the hot springs. I am going. I am going to relax. I am going to love it. Fix me oh glorious volcanic waters.
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