“Hell is Other People”
“Hell is other people” Jean-Paul Sartre, a French existentialist, famously wrote this 66 years ago. It makes me wonder who exactly his friends were and why, after he wrote this did they continue to hang out with him. Or maybe they didn’t, maybe they cut him out of their lives and were happier for it. And what about his family? I would have liked to been a fly on the wall during one of their...
Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned
There we were, Lorna and I. It was 8:30 at night and we had just snuck into the kitchen of Bavaria House. Neither of us had eaten since breakfast and we were both starving. We both looked at each other and decided that there was no other corse of action… Thanksgiving preparations started very early that day. Everyone who was staying at my house woke up and we promptly went to Kim’s abode...
There came a time, he realized, when the strangeness of everything made it...– James Hilton, Lost Horizon
Four! Four Crocodiles!
The rainy season has arrived and it has arrived with bravado. On Saturday afternoon I was taking a nap in my hammock, trying and find a temporary respite from the relentless and oppressive heat. To be fair it isn’t as hot as it has been, but the mercury has still found it very comfortable to hang out at around 100˚ pretty consistently, even if we have not shared in that comfort. The humidity...
Ultimately, the source of happiness and joyfulness is within ourselves.– The Dalai Lama
This is Really Cutting into “Hammock Time”
When I last left off, apart from the small writing about the rain storms, I was driving North towards Rundu to begin my new life as a teacher at Rundu Senior Secondary School. I settled into my flat and tried to make my room feel a bit more like home. I put up a map of the world highlighting all the countries that the Peace Corps has worked and served in next to a map of Namibia. I also put...