It’s 8:45 in the morning and I’m flying down the N4, heading East towards Nelspruit with 15 other newly-sworn in PCVs. We’re in a giant, white bus with awful shocks and loose handling, exhausted but happy to finally be heading to our permanent sites. And yes, I’m checking email thanks to the miracle of modern technology and 3G USB modems.
The back half of the bus is crammed with backpacks, suitecases, bags of bread and peanut butter – you know, your average PCV luggage list. At some point, we’ll get broken up, and the Kruger and Tsonga folks will go their way to site and counterpart sessions and us siSwati folks will go ours. No one really knows when because PC staff aren’t on this bus. Just a hired driver. But, as we’ve all grown fond of saying, “TIA: this is Africa.” So, we roll with it.
More to follow soon, but love to all. Missy, Dusty: you guys are too kind. Thank you so much for your wonderful care package. I shared the candies with my host fam and hogged the gum for myself. And the photos are adorable! Miss you all so much, please call my cell whenever the urge arises. You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear your voices. Depending on if you’re calling from a land line or skype, the dialing out and intl codes change a bit, but the basic number is 0714440289. Peace!