Sunday office

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Too lazy to go to the office today despite that beautiful screen I could have been using instead. Yesterday I went back to the office after a friend had dragged me out for dinner and ended up staying until so late that my taxi driver laughed when I called him “The office? Now? I thought I would be picking you up from a club at this hour!

Today has been slower, and I even found a moment to have a nice lunch, swim and get some sun.

Now I’m back by the computer but I don’t have airconditioning in my room, and it’s very very hot (36’C), so I am using a drawer to keep my computer from boiling over and burning my legs.

I do have a proper table at home, but it’s out there.. in mosquito zone. My room has one of those electric Raid plugs so it’s safe. (They actually work!) All I have here are shy spiders and giant jumping ants, I don’t mind them – they don’t care about my blood. (And it’s hilarious when they jump.)

Sweet intruder

Suddenly there was a very loud noise coming from the roof above my room. It sounded as if somebody had jumped down onto it with both feet. I woke up immediately, and half asleep I imagined somebody from the US SWAT team in full gear who had just jumped out of a helicopter, or a clumsy cat woman styled thief who wanted to get in through the roof ‘mission impossible’ style, or was it maybe a ‘Donnie Darko’ airplane engine?

The sound that followed immediately forced me to dismiss all of my entertaining and far fetched theories. It was a fast “roll, roll, roll and splat” down onto my patio. I heard the nightly breeze play around with the big tree just above my house, and then there were one, two, three smaller airplane engines rolling down from my roof into my patio.

Right, the mango tree.

And the sound keeps waking me up every now and then, and makes my heart jump when I’m in a quiet mood or away somewhere far into my thoughs. Falling mangoes are very loud!

But then I have this in the morning, and life is super sweet again.

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Juicy lies

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“And a mixed fruit juice, please.”
“Sure!”

Suddenly my mind very cautiously whispered: “Caroline, you probably don’t want to see this..” And I was like: “Wait, what? Why? Well, now that you say so – I definitely have to see this.”

So I stood there, curious to see how these juices could be so tasty, watching as the girl threw a banana into the mixer, and big, nice pieces of mango, and some papaya, and some freshly squeezed orange juice..

My heart was going: “Yum, yum, yum delicious and colourful vitamins!” As she threw in some pineapple.. a little bit of strawberries..

..and then a huge cup of wite sugar.

My slowmotion “nooooooo!” wasn’t fast enough, the sugar ended up in the mixer. And I realized I had been drinking sugar camouflaged by fruit for a week. Everything else than the “healthy” I believed I was trying my best to be.

That was in the beginning of my Managua reality, now I always ask them to exclude the sugar when ordering my juice, and they always roll their eyes about me not wanting to drink a glass of lies.

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The photos in this post are of a scale standing in one of the small supermarkets here in Managua. People don’t always have bathroom scales at home and you can find these in pharmacies and in various random places in the city. For 0.02€ you can check your weight in pounds, compare it to the “size” scale, get this week’s lucky lottery numbers, and be reminded about the fact that you are always special.

So, I might have gained a kg or three due to my cookie and sugarjuice diet, but I’m still special!

Pink

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On the day before that field trip that I was supposed to be on now, I bought myself two pairs of perfect Going-to-the-field-Indiana-Jones-style pants for 6USD in an American second hand store. And then I found this pink linen skirt and had to buy it as well. Mainly for the sake of the funny contrast. And because it’s a nice little touch of colour to my otherwise mostly beige/white and dull office wardrobe.

To celebrate today’s girlyness, I will only be working until 20 (haha) and then I will be picked up by a friend and go try out the Managua sushi. Will it be anywhere near as good as in Mozambique..?

Instant disappointment

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Due to the last minute changes I only got a waiting list seat and unfortunately the flight got full before I could board.

My camera and I are very disappointed to miss out on this experience and adventure, almost comparable to the level of disappointment I would have felt if my only choice for lunch in Managua would have been this cup of.. instant something with a touch of mustard.

On the other hand, the person having it at least got on the flight, and I have a million things on my work list that I now can take care of as previously planned.

Also, I might still be going next week.

Dolphin friendly

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Preparing for the field step 5: “Cut your fingernails.”

On topic: I found “dolphin friendly” canned tuna here in Managua.

I still don’t know at what time my flight leaves tomorrow, will find out once I get to the office in the morning. At least I got an email that my Security Clearance had been granted. This disorder is all because of riots in one of the areas close to where we are going, apparently a significant security risk, so the entire mission had to be rescheduled.

My camera is SO EXCITED to go. Me too. Hope there will be some network coverage so that I can share some insights. Anyhow, I have been told there is no electricity in the communities we will be sleeping in – and in that case I will most probably be offline at least until Friday. Just so you know.

Alza la mano si tu estas gozando!

“Raise your hand if you’re enjoying!”


El General – Muevelo (1991)

The reggae artist El General from Panama is often referred to as the father of reggae in Spanish. During the early 1990’s he initiated the Spanish spoken dancehall, the beginning of what we today know as reggaeton.

This song is very often played in the clubs, shops and restaurants around here and when people dance to it they start cheering and throw their hands up in the air. There’s mostly a screen around as well, and I just had to share this video – it’s the Central American MC Hammer!

Packing list

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Suddenly found out that I will be going to the field this Monday instead of next week. Three nights in different communities in the Prinzapolka municipality on the Carribean coast of Nicaragua. Cooking facilities or access to food is not to be expected.

I’m going cookie shopping.

Stokkseyri

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My colleague Natalia would probably fill my inbox with “The importance of work-life balance” TED talks if she knew that I got home from the office less than one hour ago. Luckily, I’m actually enjoying my workload.

I left my computer in the office as I didn’t feel safe about taking it into a cab, and also to prevent myself from continuing working. So now I’m home, ready for bed, and trying to relax my mind which still is I’m working mode.

I trust my ambient playlist and Jónsi and Alex to come to the rescue. And my IKEA vanilla candles that I bring along everywhere, perfect for placing in closets and among stuff to make everything smell nice and homey.

“Stokkseyri is a small town in Southern Iceland, with a population of around 445 inhabitants.

Founded around 900 AD by the settler Hásteinn Atlason. It was an important fishing and trading village in previous times, and now it’s become more of a tourist attraction. The town is founded on the Great Þjórsá lava.

The experimental artistic collaboration Jónsi & Alex wrote a song named after the town which appears as track 4 on their album, Riceboy Sleeps.”

Yeah, I should also sleep now.