Have not written in a few days as have just about recovered from a severe bout of travellers sickness...and when I say severe I mean it. For those who enjoy reasons to laugh at Megan then you will enjoy the image of me having to shout for a local bus to skid to a halt at the side of the road as I was about to be sick, only to have my foot trapped in the automatic door and thus having to make the choice between a broken ankle or being sick on somebodys lap, I luckily managed to break free and thus only suffered the embarrasment of a vanful of people cheering me on as I was sick at the side of the road...classic. Later when trying to explain to the doctor what the problem was I kept saying J`ai mal au couer thinking it meant I feel sick, it doesn`t, it means I have a broken heart...no wonder diagnosis was probablematic lol.
My host family here are lovely and are taking very good care of me, we spend lots of time chatting and drinking attaya, a very strong green tea that contains mass loads of sugar. That said the area in which I am staying is very very poor and I have to say when being given the tour around I felt a little sick, its covered in piles of sewage and rubbish, flies swarm everywhere and beggars crawl at your feet wherever you go...its not easy to see but I know thats the point, thats why I can maybe help in some miniscule way. Everywhere I go I hear tales of young men becoming so frustrated that they leave for Spain in tiny pirogues across the ocean, the journey is so dangerous that many don`t make it and most people here have lost someone...its horrible to think the people are so desperate they leave thier families and risk thier lives to have a small piece of what we take so easily for granted, though this isn`t Comic Relief so I shall not preach.
Shall write again as soon as I can