A regular dose of positive vs negative
26.06.2012 - 26.06.2012 30 °C
I have now been living in the Solomons for over 2 months and have managed a miserly 1 blog entry. As such, I have decided that lots of little ones is a better strategy for information dissemination.
Living in a tropical climate, in a developing country that has vastly different cultural and geographical settings to my own, comes with many wonderful new little insights and appreciations, as well as frequent frustrations and difficulties. I feel that it will be a healthy exercise for me to record these - one positive for each negative.
Today's positive is (drumroll please) Coconut Oil!
Pure extra virgin, certified organic coconut oil. Less than AU $10 for a 1.5 litre bottle (though if you're trying to find it in Australia you'll pay a truckload more than that). It is a potent, clear coloured oil that smells like real coconut. It is absolutely delicious in cooking pretty much anything. As a bonus it can assist with maintaining cholesterol levels, weight loss, increased immunity, proper digestion and metabolism, relief from kidney problems, heart diseases, high blood pressure, diabetes, HIV and cancer, dental care, and bone strength.
And that's just if you use it for cooking. Last night my hair was feeling a bit dry and ratty, it's not coping with the climate. One tablespoon of coconut oil (from the very same bottle we cook with) through my hair and scalp at bedtime and my hair was loving life again this morning after my shower.
Today's negative - an issue that causes me much angst and grief is water
This specific water issue (because there are a million and one that I could rant about) is water pressure and supply. Friday (as with every other day for the last 4 weeks) there was no water at work. This means no toilet, no sink and no easily accessible toilet for the entire 8 or so hours. (I should note that this problem most probably impacts a lot more than just my building at any given time). Then after sweating it out on the netball court after work - don't forget we're in the tropics so I really mean SWEAT - I arrive home, jump in the shower and quickly begin to wash my hair. As the shampoo is nice and lathered up on my head, the water slows to a trickle and then a snails pace drip. Oh gee, how unusual. Don't despair Reagan, there will still be enough water in the pipes to the sink to rinse your hair out! So I wedge my rather large head into the tiny hand basin and try to salvage what water is left in the pipe before that too turns to a drip. With soap stinging my eyes, there is less water than I had hoped.
I try with all my might to hold back the frustration and accept that this is all part of the experience... but it's hot, I'm exhausted, I feel gross and I just want the damned water to work! I gulp back the tears, trying unsuccessfully to remain calm and not blow steam through my ears. Brendan, the very brave man, cautiously creaks open the bathroom door to offer a hug and soothing, rational words of wisdom.
We are living in a developing country. This is what we wanted right?