Since some
of my non-native friends ask me what I’m writing on my blog, the next message
is in English!
After
spending our last days together (boating between mangroves and seeing varans,
herons and several kinds of birds, being witnesses of some heavy storms, trying
to feel comfortable in the local, driven-by-hasty-drivers busses and tasting
spicy food) we separated into three groups.
Greet, Eva
and me went for Matara, the place where we will spend our Sun- and Mondays. We
live in an apartment of Kumari and Sumedha, not far from the sea. (For me, it
feels like being on a scouting camp; but I still don’t really know why…)
Yesterday there was a little Sri Lankan birthday party for their daughter, who
will be 15 this Wednesday. Happy birthday Janithri!
Meanwhile Sumedha,
the husband, told us about the tsunami (December 2004) and the sign of receding
water (so that the coral was visible) which aroused curiosity, which killed too
many people in its turn.
Talking to young monks in the making, in the Buddhist Temple in Matara.
Concerning
our health: we share everything about pipi and poopoo (in stories although),
just to check everything is normal. And concerning things we can’t find here: I
had to be sure having enough of some useful things.
Yesterday,
we started our trip up to the hill of the tea estate in Morawaka. Finally
arrived at our final destination! The place where we will spend our weekdays. Today,
I met doctor Ravi; a friendly and helpful man. The hospital itself is ‘open’, spread
out, build on a hillside and has six wards. My first working day is not decided
yet, because I have to take care of some official documents. First, I was
considered to get these in Galle and Matara, but that would take me hours and
hours on busses. So now we’re trying to fix these using a fax.
How to fix a bed in Morawaka:
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