Aelan Laef!

Suomeksi alempana! -------------- Showgraon is one of the neighborhoods of rural Luganville. From the school, it's about 20 minutes walk to Showgraon, straight across the plantation. The plantation is a vast area, filled with neat rows of coconut trees, the occasional truck paths and roads going through it and heeeeeaps of cows (buluk) who are rather scared of you and stare when you pass. I'm not allowed to walk in the plantation alone because it can be dangerous. No, it's not so much the threat of coconuts falling on your head (even if I do know a person who walked across the plantation wearing a helmet - hahahah!) or because of the crazy buluks attacking you. It's because the plantation is quite deserted - which makes it a "perfect" place for a crime like attacking/raping someone. Therefore -- boys can walk across it by themselves but girls - no. Of course, I didn't know anything about this, so there was a time when I'd go walk ther...

Koittakaahan kestaa ilman pisteellisia kirjaimia! :) Tunnen viilean oisen tuulen henkayksen ihollani. Kuulen kaskaiden sirinan. Kasissani on mita suurin, kuuma teekupponen. Kello on liki 23, mika Vanuatun ajankulussa on jo todella myohaan. En olisi hereilla, ellen olisi saanut nauttia taivaallisista kolmen tunnin paikkareista aikaisemmin paivalla – varsin harvinainen herkku, mutta talla eraa todella ansaittu namupala. Oon hukassa jossain ajatusteni sopukoissa. Ensimmaista kertaa viikkoihin, ehka jopa kuukausiin, voin vain istua tassa. Miettia. Pohtia. Kirjoittaa. Totta. Olen tainnut karsia hieman ‘bloggaajan blokista’, ei ole runosuoni (tai ehka ennemmin tarinasuoni) pahemmin sykkinyt. Kaikki mista olin suunnitellut kirjoittavani ei yhtakkia tuntunutkaan tarkealle tai mielenkiintoiselle. Voisin toki yrittaa kuvailla tapahtumia taalla, mutta jotenkin tuntuu, etten kykenisi valittamaan noita kokemuksia saati niiden aiheuttamia tuntemuksia. Voisin toki kirjoittaa erinai...

I'm learning heaps about communication.  It's said that there are no such things as stupid questions. But, through cumulated personal experience, I beg to differ. I seem to ask them on a regular basis. Thank goodness I'm surrounded by beautiful people who are very patient with me and forgive me my ignorance. It doesn't happen too often, but every once in a while I do manage to ask the most irrelevant of questions. One example being: "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" If travel has never, not in your wildest dreams, been a realistic opportunity for you, you don't really think about such things, do you?  The good thing is, I'm quick to realize my tumbles and sense when I've crossed the line - I'm a sensitive person with big feelers and have good intuition. Now I just need to train my feelers to work better BEFORE asking the irrelevant and puzzling stuff. It's a bit embarrassing.  This has ...