Saturday, January 22, 2011

I Miss Running Water

A couple days ago, I was in Cassie's village pulling water from the well for her (a favor I do out of respect for the ruralism of her site).

The large and heavy basins of water on my head, I'm used to. In fact, I can generally carry it back to her hut with minimal spilling now. However, the other day, an angry cow was thirsty and I spilled quite a bit of water while saving my spleen from be impaled by a cow horn.

Spilled water means another trip to the well, dead trees, or no shower - all bad situations.

It was one of those moments when I wished I was in America with a hot shower...and no cows

Byron Yee
Peace Corps Volunteer - Senegal, 2009

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