Dying of thirst
I didn’t think I would ever die of thirst in Africa…but today I really feel as if it could happen.
Ok so I’m being a little extreme. But we haven’t had drinking water in our house for two days now and I’m so dehydrated. The poor kids today, we were supposed to be rehearsing a dance, but they just couldn’t keep up without having drunk water all day. I was feeling achy as well, and not up to a workout tonight. I told them not to bother with the song, cuz none of us could move very well anyway. So I’m sitting here at the computer as usual.
The problem is with our tap that connects to the water filter. It’s been broken. And like we’ve seen this last week with our vehicle and TV and now the water situation, every time you go to repair something, you always have to go back again—and again, and again. Oh yeah, and when we called the repair guy to come and fix our phone line, he did so—at the expense of my wire! He disconnected the line that goes through my room to log on the Internet. So I’ve been out of touch with the world for some time. (The problem before that was the power surge that blew out my surge protector.)
Such is life in countries like this one, where you get what you bargained for living out here. Arrghhhh! I need water! I am so gonna die! But, at the end of the day…I still love Africa.