So I arrived in the glorious place on Tuesday after um… roughly 24 hours in transit. After two days I STILL felt like was on a plane but by yesterday (Thursday) I was doing much better and almost over my jetlag. My jetlag however was much increased by a leak in my ceiling.
There are these intense thunderstorms here, much like the ones we have in Kansas and on my first night here there was one and it was storming pretty strong and around 2am I started hearing a dripping sound and at first I thought it was coming from a window but then I turned on the light to saw that one of my suitcases was wet. Then it started to rain harder and it got worse and needless to say I was awake from then on. Also because of the rain I haven’t been able to spend much time outside or use the pool. I have however been able to spend time reading on the covered patio and when the sun does come out I go and bask in it. I was trying to read Sense & Sensibility but I was too tired to really comprehend what I was reading so I started reading a Sarah Dessen book called Along for the Ride. It was quite a good book for an easy read.
And as of yet my only complaints are that one, they don’t recycle, two, having a live in grounds keeper is WEIRD, and third, I was so excited for the sun…. but it’s been mostly overcast since the day I stepped of the airplane. But yeah, as for the live in grounds keeper, his name is Mandinda (which I found out means trouble where he is from). He is very nice but it is just absurd to me to have a stranger living in and annex of our house sharing our food and cleaning our house. While I am not complaining about not having to clean it just seems so odd to me to have someone else clean up my mess. I always want to offer to help him while he is cleaning but I was told not to so I sit spoiledly by. My dad’s guess is that he’s not here totally legally but the people who own the house that we are renting and who he actually is employed by don’t seem to mind so I don’t really care much either… I just wish I could understand his accent better.
This weekend we, my parents and I, are planning on going to a driving safari. We were going to go to an animal reserve where there is a new born lion, word on the street is it’s pretty darn adorable, but my mom is having some odd foot problems we are putting it off for a little while.
That’s about all I have for you now, not that exciting yet. Maybe nest week I’ll have done something more than lay around and read. And I will TRY to put pictures up, it’s just expensive for the internet and uploading pictures takes forever so that means more time online which means more money. I more than likely upload next month when we get more internet time.
There are these intense thunderstorms here, much like the ones we have in Kansas and on my first night here there was one and it was storming pretty strong and around 2am I started hearing a dripping sound and at first I thought it was coming from a window but then I turned on the light to saw that one of my suitcases was wet. Then it started to rain harder and it got worse and needless to say I was awake from then on. Also because of the rain I haven’t been able to spend much time outside or use the pool. I have however been able to spend time reading on the covered patio and when the sun does come out I go and bask in it. I was trying to read Sense & Sensibility but I was too tired to really comprehend what I was reading so I started reading a Sarah Dessen book called Along for the Ride. It was quite a good book for an easy read.
And as of yet my only complaints are that one, they don’t recycle, two, having a live in grounds keeper is WEIRD, and third, I was so excited for the sun…. but it’s been mostly overcast since the day I stepped of the airplane. But yeah, as for the live in grounds keeper, his name is Mandinda (which I found out means trouble where he is from). He is very nice but it is just absurd to me to have a stranger living in and annex of our house sharing our food and cleaning our house. While I am not complaining about not having to clean it just seems so odd to me to have someone else clean up my mess. I always want to offer to help him while he is cleaning but I was told not to so I sit spoiledly by. My dad’s guess is that he’s not here totally legally but the people who own the house that we are renting and who he actually is employed by don’t seem to mind so I don’t really care much either… I just wish I could understand his accent better.
This weekend we, my parents and I, are planning on going to a driving safari. We were going to go to an animal reserve where there is a new born lion, word on the street is it’s pretty darn adorable, but my mom is having some odd foot problems we are putting it off for a little while.
That’s about all I have for you now, not that exciting yet. Maybe nest week I’ll have done something more than lay around and read. And I will TRY to put pictures up, it’s just expensive for the internet and uploading pictures takes forever so that means more time online which means more money. I more than likely upload next month when we get more internet time.
OH yeah! They can say my name here! No more kai-e-a-ha or kay-ha or kaina… it’s just KAIHA
DREAM COME TURE.
