Bitterjug’s blog

went for a run this morning. woke up at 5.15 and watched the sky get light, then my alarm rang at 6.30. It was cool and I was rested so I got up and put on some lon shorts (the ones I wore as a Dwarf On Stilts at Hop The Castle, for those who [...]

Two texts yesterday evening mentioned Kenyan life:
In English:How’s Kenyan Life
In KiswahiliHope all’s well and you’re enjoying maisha Kenya
So far, kenyan life is being good to me.

Yesterday evening the most amazing thing happened: I started reading The Kindness Of Strangers, an Xmas present from Denise — with this journey in mind. I read the foreword [...]

This morning Sr Pauline took me into town in her car to meet the cheif, I collected my first piece of post.
Read on for the story of the staffroom discussion of cannibalism and catholic opulence.

Last night, whilst sitting on my sofa, listening to a Hindi radio station (I think its Hindi, its called something like Spice FM!) and copying text messages from my ‘phone to my journal for sentimental reasons (and because I dont get any letters and printer paper for email is in short supply, this way I [...]

This is my second day of school. For those of you whom I have not yet told, I’m here in Holy Rosary College, a school for girls leaving school, to teach them secretarial and IT skills, it is run by Nigerian Nuns of the order of the Holy Rosary (originally an Irish order, it [...]

This is my first entry from my new home: Holy Rosary College, Tala. Its Monday today, my first day at college. Assembly was at 7.45, under a tree in the compound gardens, and I was formally introduced to the girls (turns out HRC is a girls-only college, this information didn’t reach me until last week [...]

Ok a quick one as I am on a slow line at the VSO office in Nairobi.
I have bought a sim card for a local mobile so the number will be
available shortly. The weather has been grey and rainy much of the
time since I arrived which is not what I expected but its quite acceptible.
We’ve [...]

I’m leaving tomorrow. Lots has been happening and no time to write it down. My rucsack is stuffed to the straps with essentials, with cuppa-soup, speciality tea bags filling the spaces between. My head aches with stress. Im going to Boom Boom Saloon in a minute: last night out before I leave.