[NOTE: PLEASE IGNORE THE RANDOM BLACK SPECK IN THE UPPER RIGHT QUADRAT OF ALL OF THESE PHOTOS. SOME IRRITATING PROBLEM WITH MY LENS, I THINK. GRRRR.] This is one of the most common questions I get, so I decided to let you know all about our bush bathroom! I go to the bathroom in a long drop "choo" (Swahili for toilet, rhymes with "yo", not "you"). When you enter in the "front door", You can see it's a big hole dug in the sand, with a toilet seat on it, surrounded by a wooden frame wrapped with muslin on all sides and open on the top. We make sure there's plenty of toilet paper, and insect spray - which you can see tucked away behind a post on the right - for the flies that invariably like to hang out there. To discourage the flies, we also scoop sand from these buckets and throw it down into the hole to cover the, uh, stuff. Unfortunately, whoever designed this toilet seat - with the ring part made of wood, but the rest made of metal - di...
My travel adventures. Read at your own risk -- of wanting to join me. Details (names, institutions) are real and true, but usually left purposefully vague.
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Congratulations! What a gorgeous ring and a great story! I was just catching up on your blog, and I can't get over some of the similarities that we have with our engagements... so bizarre.
(So, yes, I just got engaged last week, not in a foreign country, but in Boston!) Too funny, right? But, the even funnier thing is the ring. I share your sentiments about diamonds, and the only reason I have one now is that my mom gave Tom her mother's ring! It's absolutely beautiful, and it means so much that she gave it to Tom when he asked for her blessing.
Anyway, I just wanted to share my news... and the uncanny coincidence. I look forward to reading more about your adventures, and congratulations again! Bryn Mawr was clearly even more important to you than you ever realized!
(Cornell is becoming more important to me... since Tom and I met there. Ha!)
Love,
Pam