Under my blanket, I can't hold it for a longer time. I am trying to close my eyes, maybe I will fall asleep and forget about it. I am looking at my watch, 2am. I am pulling my blanket up to cover my nose. I am looking at my watch again, 2:06am. Four more hours. Will I be able to make it? I don't know but now there is a sound coming from the top of the wall. A repeated sound like something scratching the lid of a bucket. What is it? The room is so dark, I can't see a thing. I remember Ashley telling me about those mouse that like to visit the room sometimes. Maybe it is one of them? Good that I have a mosquito net. No one knew that this net was actually a two-in-one! "Protects you not only from mosquitoes but from mouse as well!" Haha, okay quite funny, but my watch is only telling me 2:09am. Sleep, sleep... Count the sheeps, 1, 2, 3... I can't. Okay, I am doing it. Slowly, my toes are coming from under the blankets, intimidated by the cold air. Soon, my whole body is out of the bed, freezing, and my hands are trying to reach for my headlamp. It feels like those very fresh morning when you are out camping. I am trying to go out of the house quietly but I am too impatient to be out. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I am running to the back where I can finally find.. the latrine! I am welcomed by a few cockroaches but they disappeared when they saw the light from my headlamp. I can now go back to sleep. In the warmth of my blanket. In a few hours, the sun will be out, but it will still be cold. Cold enough for me to be putting my big sweater. Who would have though that I would need it in Africa?
(Z-Unit, this is just a false alarm, no brown menace around yet.)
(Z-Unit, this is just a false alarm, no brown menace around yet.)
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I can so relate to that. I was also surprised how cold it get in Malawi. Though I have to say I prefer the cold to the heat.
Reading Kim's blog is just the opposite, hot, hot, hot.
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