hello, boredom, forgot what you looked like

Glenda, our country manager, arranged for a couple of nice blokes from the language school here to take us to the markets this morning. V. humid but worth it to see all the awesome fruit, vegies, and bins of coloured seeds and beans. Unhappy chooks and meat covered in flies, not so much, but still an experience you have to have. I want Matt to come back with his spiffy camera and take a picture of the seed bins for me (you’ll understand why if he does, they will make a beautiful picture).

I bought half a dozen tiny limes for 50 cents and, oh, eight or nine local avocadoes for the same amount again. Did you hear me people??? AVOCADOES!!! They were up to $3 each at home last time I looked!!! We told our guides (Joss and Jon) and they laaaaaughed. Silly malai. (Foreigners.)

After recovering from the heat, the rest of the day has involved Scrabble, watching MASH and getting bored enough to fall asleep even though I probably didn’t need to. This is another thing I came to Timor for: to have time to get bored. I like doing lots of things but since starting my Masters it’s made me more freaked out and stressed than anyone needs to be.

So I slept and now I’m writing blog entries, because I have time. I think – I hope – my usual adage doesn’t hold in this case: that the amount of time I have to write journal entries about my life varies in direct inverse proportion to the amount of things I am actually doing. I will have more time to write over here, but I think I will have plenty to write about.