I've come to find out over the past 5 weeks that my "move" offshore has kind of been a running joke. Talks of my move started April, then June, and now November, so I can understand why no one believes that this is actually my last rotation onshore. But my time has finally come!
Last night, my last Saturday in camp, was full of good food (potjie), good (Malongo-standards) wine, and rugby (slash, chatting with the 2 other ladies in camp while the boys yelled). The rugby world cup is going on, and last night the big game was Scotland vs South Africa. I would say the vast majority of expats in camp are either South African or Scottish, so it was a huge turn out for the game. On a normal work day, I have a VERY difficult time understanding some of the South Africans and the majority of the Scots, so on a night of beer-fueled, rugby yelling it was basically impossible for me to A) get a word in or B) follow a conversation. I LOVE the ZA accent, but they just talk so stinkin fast I can't keep up. And it's honestly a wonder that the Scots are even speaking English. Is lik evr oher wrd is cu in haf. The funny thing is that I'm sure they all think the same things about the way I talk.
My first few weeks were pretty exciting with all of the commissioning activity we had going on, but the pains of shutting down a project have worn me out over the last 2 weeks. Needless to say, this Sunday, especially, I'm going to enjoy my nap ;)
37 days down, 2 to go! xoxo...
