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I have had two nights now at Mama Kilala's house. I am physical exhausted. I sit around in the sun writing up my notes from last week and reading a very amusing book- "A Short History of Tractors". There are people I should contact, places I should be arranging to visit but right now I don't have the energy. Herta has a young orphan called Maya with her to stay and we play basket ball with an old sweetcorn husk. In the evening we all play Trivial Pursuits together.
The bees are strangely silent this morning. Maybe their work is done and they have simply moved on. I am looking forward to doing the same. The sun rises a perfect orange behind the trees throwing them into silhouette. I can see it from where I lie in my hammock.
The bees are buzzing again the queen is working her magic. The flysheet on my hammock works. I discover this during a thunderstorm that cracks across the sky one evening. I like to pitch it high enough that I can stand straight underneath it and arrange things inside before jumping in. I wasn't sure how cold it was going to be be at the night. But the R.A.F
When I wake there is a new sound added to the background chorus of birds and insects. An incessant white noise. I imagine for a moment a swarm of flies buzzing around the blood and scraps that cover the killing ground but it turns out to be bees. The trees around the compound have flowered overnight and already the bees swarm all over them.
I have turned into a producer of the dance again. The two dutch girls I met on Sunday have decided to visit tonight so we are arranging some bulaboo at Baba Laurians place. Last time I stayed with Baba Lau we had drumming and dancing every night. At the time I had no way of knowing if this was normal or for my benefit but in retrospect I guess it was like having the local garage band rehearsing in your livin
Now that I have an alternative to look forward to I make a commitment to going along with this lifestyle till Sunday and not trying to fight it. I'm frustrated at not being able to write and have finally ditched the computer technology and resorted to paper and pen as the only feasible option. My pda and phone I was hoping to keep charged with a solar cell- a device called “Freeloader” that I brought with me.