Today my mother and I peeled split bamboo, which will be
varnished and used to make the interior walls of her nipa hut. (It has a hammock inside, and is quite cute.) One peels bamboo with a bolo, or
machete. The trick is to just take the
skin off of it and also shave down the joints, which are very knobby.
Mom and her bamboo. To the right is my Aunt Neneng, cleaning fish for our lunch (YUMS!!!):
We got quite a bit done before I noticed that the flies that
pester us all tirelessly were in fact biting my newly healed dog bite scars and
opening them up again. Needless to say I
grew a little resentful. (Buddha is
really making me work at being good.) I
stopped and took a shower, which I really needed, then fired up my laptop and
noticed that it had been invaded by a team of very small ants. I sighed, flipped the laptop over and beat
the ants out of it. I’m not sure I want
to get used to living so closely to the insect world, but it seems to be
unavoidable in the tropics. Bugs are
everybloodywhere and you can either get used to it or go around screaming like
that dippy tart in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Anything goes!
My clothes are getting irritatingly large. It’s embarrassing, going around with a saggy
bum all the time. I’m not trying to be
some sex kitten – I’m so definitely not on the pull but still, it would be nice
to look nice. I don’t want to buy
clothes though; it just means more to carry.
I doubt that Pete will want his old shorts back but I can’t bear to
throw his things away. I’m happy that
I’ve lost weight – I measured myself the other day and a few more inches have
melted off, yay. I regret not bringing
smaller clothes with me when I was originally packing – at the time I thought
it was presumptuous to assume future shrinkage, when in fact I should have
taken it as read. (Yes Lobo, it pains me
to admit it but you were right xxx.)
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