Mexican in Mozambique

It seems like I have a tendency to have the most underwhelming stories when it comes to injuries. The case of my 2 nd degree burn is no different. About two weeks ago, on a regular boring Tuesday morning, I was making my way to LeMusica (my 2 nd organization), which is on the other side of Chimoio. I hitched a ride into the city center and as I was getting out of the car, I stepped too closely to a parked motorcycle and burned my left calf on the fucking exhaust pipe! The wound didn’t look too terrible, so after a detour to the Peace Corps office to wrap up my wound, I headed to work at LeMusica. This was on the 26 th .  Right after getting burned Next day Fast forward to the weekend: I traveled (hitch hiked) down to Inhambane for a birthday party for two fellow Moz18ers. Shane, Haleigh and I set off at 5:45am and made our way to Inchope and eventually to Muxungue. Right outside of Muxungue, we sat on the road for a few minutes and snacke...

Being sick while living abroad is the WORST. Here are some reasons why: -Because you’re alone. -Beacause you’re alone in Mozambique (Africa). -Because if you find yourself alone and have a craving for some tomato soup, you can’t get in your little fuel-efficient Yaris hatchback and run to your local Ralph’s/Trader Joe’s (or whichever other grocery store) that carries ready made soup. If you want soup, you have to make that shit from scratch. -Because you don’t have a car, and despite being sick and feeling like death, you still have to walk to the local market/ paderia (bread store) or a Shoprite (if you’re lucky enough) to do your week’s grocery shopping (or at least enough to sustain you through your cold). -Because you just got back from a week/weekend away and your house is a total disaster. -Because you don’t have running water and you have to cart all of your own water, despite barely having enough energy to get out of bed. -Even better, the water spout is not r...