I worked so late on Sunday that I couldn't wait to get to go to sleep. Once I was in bed I couldn't sleep all night because I kept coughing. I slept five minutes at a time and then woke up coughing.
I got up early and then got to
office around 6:30. I waited around for the others for a few minutes and we
were on the road a little after 7.
Trying not to look while these guys are standing on a rickety stand to drop the screen. |
We were at a different location – an
old theater. It was dark, smelled a little odd but it was mostly comfortable. I
found it nice because there was a lot of room between rows so it was easy to
get to any person in the row.
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Adriano gives a very lively class. |
Mango and Adriano finished their
part around 3PM. I finally got to start teaching. Before I could even teach
them how to use the phones I had to teach them how to pick them up. There was a
routine that they were asked to use and it took nearly an hour to get the
phones distributed. to turn the phones on, start ODK, quit out of
it, go back into it and then Mango started warning me that I had to stop soon
because the roads get dangerous after dark. It was a little after 4 PM. I taught
them how to return the phones. Adriano worried that some of the participants
may be illiterate. I was really worried.
With Mango’s help I asked them
Mango always smiling |
As we are traveling back to Huambo
I noticed that there appear to be numerous dead cars on the road. They always came
and went too quickly for me to take pictures. I also noticed the kilometer
markers look like tombstones. As the sun is setting, the scenery is just
getting more and more beautiful and the skies turn pink and purple.
I ponder a few things that I had
noticed. This appears to be a non-honking country. I am starting to classify
the countries that I’ve visited as honking countries: Mozambique and Ghana; and
non-honking countries: Tanzania and Angola. They use horns sparingly and make
warnings and requests by flashing lights rather than honking.
It also appears to be a non-smoking
country. In fact all of the countries that I have visited appear to be
surprisingly low smoking countries. I’ve barely seen anyone smoke and when I
do, they appear to be westerners. I was told that you are actually not allowed
to smoke in public in Angola and can receive a fine.
There are also no tattoos and no
piercings. I saw some piercings in Tanzania, but they were traditional
piercings not style statements by the young.
Lourdes made us a lovely dinner of pork
chops. She gave me some Robitussin to calm the cough and on top of that I took Benadryl
AND Melatonin. I finally slept well.
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