So ever since I got to Ampefiloha, we've been getting up at 5:45 AM every day and going to the gym. It's a way nice gym, for Madagascar anyway. I'd explain it as.. a junior high gym. Not too big, but they have freeweights and machines and junk. I love going there, we kill ourselves every morning.
Anyway, funny story from that. We were walking through the dirt alley where everyone was setting up their fruit stands for the day, when two drunk guys came stumbling out and started cussing us out. Screaming and yelling and flipping us off, it was nice. Only in Madagascar are people drunk and roaming the streets before the sun is even fully risen.
Tattoo's are way easy to get here too I guess. We were crossing "crap river" (Our nickname for the infamous dirty river that runs through our area) and I heard what I thought was an electric toothbrush. I looked down and saw a guy running his needle into a guys arm and drawing. Street side "crap river" tattoo stand, sounds legit. I've never seen him sterilize that thing..
My stomach cannot handle food with substance anymore, at all. Everything makes me sick now. I still take all my meds that should balance me all out, but my stomach can't hold anything but rice anymore. At Zone Conference, Sisters Adams and Cornelius made us amazing sloppy joes. It didn't take long for my insides to end up outside. And last night, some members made us a cake with ice cream. By the time I got home and was puking so much. I don't feel sick, I just can't hold it down anymore. It's pathetic.
We've been visiting way cool people lately. We have one investigator, Felix, who spent 7 years in Russia learning how to take aerial photos, back in the early 90's. He's married now. He has such cool stories from traveling all around Europe. We visit them like once a week. It was actually pretty funny, because last week we had that run in with those thieves, and the other day, Felix's wife was like "You know, if you guys walk around in white shirts and are holding out a phone flashlight then you're gonna get mugged." Ha we were just like "No way, really?" We didn't bother telling her it had already happened.
Another funny one. It's not the first time it's happened but I don't think I've mentioned it before. Malagasies would do anything to get to America. We can't shoot the breeze and talk with anyone about America for like 5 minutes without them suggesting we take them home. Yesterday, we had a lady tell us to take her two teenage daughters home with us. At least I know that if I can't find a woman back home then I can here, ha.
We teach a Protestant pastor now too.. Not many stories from that yet. The times are stressful, to say the least, but they always go well.
Finally... We went to lemur park, again. Ha I've been so much, but it's always fun. We left way early, so we were cruising through the foggy mountains way early, rice paddies and African trees. The mornings here are way good, outside the capital anyway, it was good to get one today.
Taylor
PS- Sorry, no pics again this week...we're working on that!! And yeah! I got the packages, thanks so much, the CTR ring is way cool, I'm wearing it right now ha. Now I can trade off with my English and Malagasy one. Thanks a lot, talk to you soon! (It's Taylor's 20th birthday this week!)
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