laundry.

This week has been like night and day compared to last.  I guess all these veterans out here were right, it just takes a few days to adjust to the rocking of the boat and then you’re good.  I still get a little woozy getting on the transfer boats, but luckily I only have to get on those for 5 or 10 minutes and it’s not every day. 

It’s been a weird week with the aftermath of the France tragedy from last Saturday.  It’s so strange to think that I was just there a month ago taking in the gorgeous city.  We have Filipino, Korean, Portuguese, Angolan, American, French, Canadian, Nigerian, and South African (I’m probably missing a few…) folks out here with all different religious and cultural backgrounds and there are no issues.  In fact walking on the platform is actually really pleasant (minus the ridiculous amount of stairs).  It’s just such a shame that these extremist are putting so much fear in our world that is simply NOT necessary.  Needless, to say this act of terror will not stop me from returning to the city of lights!  But enough of that…. 

I’m going to try and write a little something random about life onboard each week, and this week’s topic is laundry – super exciting.  The laundry here is quite different from the laundry in Malongo.  In Malongo, you put your laundry in a bag and it is returned washed, cleaned, and folded by the next day at lunchtime.  It was super annoying because they put these little tags on every piece of clothing, but that was their way of tracking things.  Here on the Camelot, you put your laundry in a bag, they wash it IN the bag, and it is returned that same day at lunchtime.  However, there is no folding and my clothed literally look like someone wadded them up and put them in a George Foreman grill.  SO wrinkly that I can’t wear them.  As a result, my new hobby is ironing.  The captain told us ladies (all 6 of us) on the boat that we can use the secret laundry room anytime do to laundry separately, so I took my first trip on Wednesday night and spent about 45 minutes ironing.  I will be an expert ironer by the time I’m done out here, my mom will be so proud – Chad too!

I tried to upload photos for last week’s blog and failed.  My phone has to be connected to wifi to get the photos transferred, and the wifi here is SO bad that it’s just not going to happen.  On that note, if anyone is trying to iMessage me, it’s a 20/80 chance that the wifi is working for me to receive any form of communication via my cell phone.  AND I also tried to upload photos that I took this week, and the internet on my computer is so slow I can't even do that. 

Well, I think that's enough complaining for now...life is good, and time is flying.  I can't ask for much more :) 

12 days down, 23 to go!  xoxo…