The culture sort of dictates that the men and women socialize separately. Don't ask me how the men and women get together. So here we are with about 20 enlisted sailors, partying. The music was complimentary of a turned over chair for a beat, and the men singing.
And of course, dancing. They wanted my work buddy and I to sing american songs. Well my buddy doesn't sing. So yes, I belted out a bunch of songs I know that kept up with their beat. Much fun considering it was the only night that we were able to get a break and hang out with these guys.
I have only a small fraction of the pictures I've taken since I am currently separated from my luggage. I have tried to take pictures of the people here, but without permission I feel rude. Ever try to take someones picture and hope they don't notice you?
Came across a bus and a truck that side swiped each other on a small road. No one was hurt, but among the crowd I spotted a very handsome looking but out of place man. He does kind of stand out. There are very few white people around.
Every time I see children over here I think of Quinn. These kids where so happy that I was taking their picture. They all smiled and waved, in the middle of a lesson I'm sure, so I put away the camera and waved back.
I've also noticed out here that it's very easy to be one with nature so to speak.
This is an inside bathroom, but you're never alone. The critters are all in your business.
Washing clothes is something I have not mastered at all. Bar of hand soap, small tub, my washboard stomach. They just don't seem to come clean.
Sure I miss home, but I really can't complain. These men go out of their way to make things as comfortable as they can for me. I'm actually handling everything fine. My small team and I hope to be able to finish things up in the next month or so. This place is interesting, but like anything, once the novelty wears off, you start to miss things like warm showers and eating utensils.
The men around here always make sure I've had enough to eat before they even touch their food. They actually stand there and watch you eat. Desert is papaya or watermelon, neither of which I like.
The chopper pilots around here are all battle hardened. We fly low and fast. Anytime they land we have to rush to either get on or get off because they need to take off quickly.
I use to try to turn and watch the chopper take off, but I got tired of eating the dirt sandwich that follows.
I've taken advantage of this internet access because I don't get it often, and I know people have been asking about me. These pictures are very random ones from the last week. I wanted friends and family to see how I've been and let everyone know I'm fine. Also, honey, I'm being safe. Talk to you soon.