I finally moved into a hostel (yay!) and now I don't have to make what I named 'the great trek' all the way to the bus stop. Another plus is the fact that the trip to class is much shorter and more enjoyable. Instead of being stuck in a matatu for about an hour then walk-running to class because I'm almost late, I take a scenic 10 minute walk where my only interaction with public transportation is trying not to get hit as I cross the road. Ah, yes...hostels...they are so...BORING. The first night I was so bored that I slept at 9:00 p.m.!! The last time that happened I think I was 10. I have a roommate who seems to be awesome but she's never in the room. She always seems to be in church...unless of course 'church' is a euphemism for some deviant act :) THAT would be interesting. So internetless, t.v-less me has to rely on radio and my school books. On a positive note I have read more in the past week than I have in the entire academic year so far so maybe this year I'll have an insanely attractive result slip.
I miss so many things from home...but second to my family I miss something that I don't think I'll mention for the sake of those readers who do not like to walk around with disturbing graphic images in their minds :). I'm home for the weekend though...and making good use of the facilities.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Happy new year!
I am very bad at blogging aren't I?Anyway, the first post of 2011 was supposed to be new and fresh and blablabla but since I am bad at blogging I have leftovers from last year. Terrible, I know but some things need to be put on this blog;
1: Watamu
When my lovely university decided to close for December holidays later than usual (I'm pretty sure they are still trying to punish my faculty. They had decided that we are the violent ones who led the strikes last year) I became the subject of hateful glances from my family members. Why? I was delaying the family vacation by about half a week. In all fairness I did suggest that they go and I follow them later-honestly the idea of being home alone was very appealing at the time- but they insisted that they would wait for me to finish my c.a.t.'s. It was kind of sweet actually. Anyway they booked tickets for us to leave home almost as soon as I was done with my papers. We went to a beach resort in Watamu and I swear that is the best hotel I have ever been to. Free (ok.not free...paid for in advance) food and drinks and ice-cream ALL day, super-clean beaches, minimal amounts of sea weed, a baby shark...did I mention the food and ice-cream? Seriously if you want the details of this hotel let me know. Needless to say, I left Watamu significantly rounder and hauled my bloated ass on to the next leg of our trip...
2:Lamu
An aunt (one of those aunts who become your aunts by virtue of being your mum's friend for a long time) invited us to stay at her house in Lamu. Apparently she has been inviting us for over 5 years and now that we were in Watamu we had no excuse not to go. So now...noone told me that Lamu is like ushago with a beach! And the journey was murder on my ass. I sat in this ridiculously uncomfortable bus and towards the end of the journey I remembered that Lamu is an island. I am not a fan of boats so this revelation was not that jazzing. Anyway, me, my family and my sore bum got into a boat and went to Lamu (specifically, Matondoni) where we were received by my aunt,her husband and her kids,one of whom(or who? I never got this part of grammar right) was- Thank God- around my age. The house was actually pretty big and beautifully designed but enyewe it was ushago with a beach. The family was fun to stay with though. We had a beach picnic, toured some other islands and also went to stay in their other house in Lamu town. That's where I had *clap of thunder* the encounter. For some reason, the house in Lamu did not have piped water so we had to shower from these stone basin-like things using a jug. Yes. A jug. That, however, was not the problem. The problem started when I wanted to shower then saw a fish in the stone basin-thing. Slightly confused, I went out to ask where the water for showering was really hoping that there was a water source I had overlooked. Nope. I had to shower with the fish inside my shower water. I don't really want to talk about this so lets move on to the midget donkeys. Lamu has these midget donkeys and they are EVERYWHERE. Since there are no cars (I mean NONE. They couldn't fit. The roads are only wide enough for midget donkeys) they are the main means of transport. When you see a grown man riding a midget donkey you will know the meaning of the word disturbing.
The night before going back home I was forced to attend some women-only taarab thing. It was murder on my ears -high pitched whining- but it was interesting. New culture and shit. Plus, there was free soda...
3: Rock fest
Now at least this story carries into 2011. My new years eve and the first few hours of my new years day were spent rocking out to amazing music. I am still suffering from a bangover (refer to the post 'bangover' for an explanation because its not what you people with filthy minds think it is). It was a seriously awesome night with some seriously awesome people...well...mostly seriously awesome people. Someone pissed me off in the wee hours of the morning but like the fish story, I'm not getting into that. So my year has started on a high note. Kinda. I'm ignoring that 'wee hours' event. Lets hope this year is just as awesome as 2010.
1: Watamu
When my lovely university decided to close for December holidays later than usual (I'm pretty sure they are still trying to punish my faculty. They had decided that we are the violent ones who led the strikes last year) I became the subject of hateful glances from my family members. Why? I was delaying the family vacation by about half a week. In all fairness I did suggest that they go and I follow them later-honestly the idea of being home alone was very appealing at the time- but they insisted that they would wait for me to finish my c.a.t.'s. It was kind of sweet actually. Anyway they booked tickets for us to leave home almost as soon as I was done with my papers. We went to a beach resort in Watamu and I swear that is the best hotel I have ever been to. Free (ok.not free...paid for in advance) food and drinks and ice-cream ALL day, super-clean beaches, minimal amounts of sea weed, a baby shark...did I mention the food and ice-cream? Seriously if you want the details of this hotel let me know. Needless to say, I left Watamu significantly rounder and hauled my bloated ass on to the next leg of our trip...
2:Lamu
An aunt (one of those aunts who become your aunts by virtue of being your mum's friend for a long time) invited us to stay at her house in Lamu. Apparently she has been inviting us for over 5 years and now that we were in Watamu we had no excuse not to go. So now...noone told me that Lamu is like ushago with a beach! And the journey was murder on my ass. I sat in this ridiculously uncomfortable bus and towards the end of the journey I remembered that Lamu is an island. I am not a fan of boats so this revelation was not that jazzing. Anyway, me, my family and my sore bum got into a boat and went to Lamu (specifically, Matondoni) where we were received by my aunt,her husband and her kids,one of whom(or who? I never got this part of grammar right) was- Thank God- around my age. The house was actually pretty big and beautifully designed but enyewe it was ushago with a beach. The family was fun to stay with though. We had a beach picnic, toured some other islands and also went to stay in their other house in Lamu town. That's where I had *clap of thunder* the encounter. For some reason, the house in Lamu did not have piped water so we had to shower from these stone basin-like things using a jug. Yes. A jug. That, however, was not the problem. The problem started when I wanted to shower then saw a fish in the stone basin-thing. Slightly confused, I went out to ask where the water for showering was really hoping that there was a water source I had overlooked. Nope. I had to shower with the fish inside my shower water. I don't really want to talk about this so lets move on to the midget donkeys. Lamu has these midget donkeys and they are EVERYWHERE. Since there are no cars (I mean NONE. They couldn't fit. The roads are only wide enough for midget donkeys) they are the main means of transport. When you see a grown man riding a midget donkey you will know the meaning of the word disturbing.
The night before going back home I was forced to attend some women-only taarab thing. It was murder on my ears -high pitched whining- but it was interesting. New culture and shit. Plus, there was free soda...
3: Rock fest
Now at least this story carries into 2011. My new years eve and the first few hours of my new years day were spent rocking out to amazing music. I am still suffering from a bangover (refer to the post 'bangover' for an explanation because its not what you people with filthy minds think it is). It was a seriously awesome night with some seriously awesome people...well...mostly seriously awesome people. Someone pissed me off in the wee hours of the morning but like the fish story, I'm not getting into that. So my year has started on a high note. Kinda. I'm ignoring that 'wee hours' event. Lets hope this year is just as awesome as 2010.
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