Alone Time

Tara is gone.

It's just me.

Here in Lesotho.

Ha, no it's not, there are about 2 million other people here.

But in this weird big "mansion" as a peace corps friend likes to call my home, I might as well be all alone.

I'm not complaining, it most certainly could be worse.

I am presently boiling a pocket of beetroot.

Translated, that is, I am boiling some beets.

They take forever.

I was going to have them with dinner but I finished that dinner about half an hour ago.

Anyway, here I sit, blogging away because, I've sent enough emails for the day.

And hopefully a few of you will read what I have to say.

I'm rhyming for jokes. I guess I'm bored.

The point is, I'm here living on my own and it's a good adjustment.

See what things might have been like sans my fellow intern.

See if I can make it on my own.

It would really have been tough but I think I can handle two weeks.

I have a few things left to do here in Lesotho.

So this weekend, I'm going to a more mountainous area to go fishing and hopefully ride a donkey.

I think you need a permit to fish but apparently they don't stop foreigners...

They do stop foreigners driving. All, the, time!

I've been stopped 2 for 2 in my last driving expeditions.

The Po Po just be looking for bribes so they make up weird reasons to stop you but never actually produce a ticket. So far I've managed to wait them out but it isn't really fun because they still have the power, sort of.

I think I'll go watch Karl Pilkington in An Idiot Abroad to see if in this next episode he has any experiences I can relate to. Hopefully more to being abroad, rather than to being an idiot. But, you never can tell.