Boredom Town

I have discovered that living by yourself in a dodgy motel in a tiny town on an isolated island can only really mean one thing… Boredom! Oh my goodness I am so bored! Ahh!

After I have exhausted every excuse I can think of to go to the shop, I tell myself to relax and read a book… except that I read them all in the first week! I have even resorted to the old half finished Suduko book that I found at the second hand bookshop (where I go to get my weekly retail fix)… and writing a thousand letters and emails a day to poor Ben who has given up trying to reply (sorry Ben!) Thank goodness for Stacey’s ipod… I have grown addicted to playing hangman and checkers… desperate times! I even went to the extreme of joining a local Hash House Harriers (running group)… at least that way I can get in some much needed exercise as well as socialise with some other expats… and get out of boredom town for a couple of hours a week.

On the flip side, work is great… I am in the office about 3 days a week, and travelling out to villages on the other 2 days (although this is soon to increase). We travel either by boat (this is my personal favourite) or by ‘public transport’ (piled onto the back of a truck)… this takes up half the day, then we run a little workshop and do some stuff with the kids, eat ourselves silly on all the food the villagers cook us, then begin the epic trek back to town. The work is very rewarding and the people are great to work with... I actually look forward to going to work most days. And the best news of all… drum role… my lovely Deutscher man is coming over for Christmas… and staying for two whole months! I am so excited… I can introduce him to boredom town. Ben, you are in for a treat!