Sunday, September 8, 2013

made it!

Good news...My bag was only 7 pounds over the 70 pound weight limit! I was sure that I wouldn't be able to exceed my previous record of 63 pounds in one bag, but I proved myself wrong. I'm not sure if I should get an award for fitting the most amount of crap in a compact space, or if my traveling privileges should be revoked. Either way, I probably should have considered weighing my bag before I left the house, tricky...

My 14-hour flight was mostly uneventful, minus the bumps we hit right smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic. Those bad boys really put a damper in my planned 10-hour slumber. I'm extremely thankful to Nicole Wirzbach who opened my eyes to the joys (and sorrows) of the game Candy Crush. Rather than sleep, I worked my way up to level 35 of the seemingly never-ending game. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to want to get 3, preferably 4, in a row anytime I see a jar of mixed candies from here on out. I'm also 97% sure that I was the only woman on my flight, or at least my section, because everytime I went to the restroom the seat was up - men! I tried to play it cool and not take too make pictures on the journey in, but here are a few...

Flying into Luanda looked more like NYC than the African Jungle.

Now we're in Africa...snapshot of Cabinda during the bus ride from Cabinda Airport to Malongo Camp

My first few days here have felt a lot like summer camp. The schedule is very routine, there is even a 10:00 curfew which isn't exactly applicable to me because I am usually in bed by 8:30 every night. The cool season just ended and we are moving into the rainy/hot season, so the weather is mostly overcast, drizzly, and humid - my hair looks really good pretty much all the time. The temperature ranges from 60-80 and there is usually a breeze, so it's been a nice break from the Houston heat!

Most of the nationals here call me Miss Alli, which I love because it sounds like a princess! Everyone is SO helpful and very patient with my millions of questions and annoying habits - gasping everytime I see the ocean scattered with platforms, cooing at the monkeys, complaing about the feral cats - just to name a few. There are a few folks that I used to work with in Bakersfield here in camp. It's always nice to see a familiar face!

My back to back, Charlie, is going to be here with me for a few more days and then I am on my own. He has been a lot of help getting me situated as well as being my chauffeur. I have an assigned vehicle here, but there's one small catch - it's a stick shift. I haven't attempted to drive a manual since my sweet Dad was teaching me to drive 10 long years ago, but it's like riding a bike, right? I have my driving course tomorrow to get my Malongo driver's license so we'll see if I make it through...

I haven't had much time to take pictures throughout the camp, but I took a few while out doing a field walk. I'll have more next week :)
3 days down, 32 to go! xoxo

Malongo Beach

Santa Monica Pier....or the South Jetty

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