I preface this by saying I prefer the lives of my sentences to be barbaric. Nasty, brutal, and short. However, Nikki has implored upon me to attempt otherwise.
This morning was a slow start, Pastor Mezack had to return to Kigali last night to give his sermon today so we scheduled a light workload day. This also gave some of our group members some much needed time to catch up on sleep, water, and protein. We got into community around 1, and where immediately greeted by a smiling Jacques. We began the 40 minute trek into the hills to our furthest site, Nyrotoshu, to survey the land for additional tanks. Nikki was able to brush up on her French with Jacques, our impromptu translator, and by the time we entered the site we once again found ourself being clutched by kids on either side.
The surveying drew much attention, not surprising what with all the shiny equipment. It quickly became apparent that there was a problem. There was a malfunction in our survey equipment that prevented any sort of decent viewing through the lens. After suppressing a brief moment of panic, we resolved to fix the problem by creating our own lens out of a rolled up piece of notebook paper held together by a ripped up band-aid. This was my first experience in surveying, and was completely enthralled by how much engineering I felt like I was doing. Wilson, my intimate friend after a 40 minute hand-holding session, once again proved himself indispensable by assisting us in the surveying process despite the language barrier
This morning was a slow start, Pastor Mezack had to return to Kigali last night to give his sermon today so we scheduled a light workload day. This also gave some of our group members some much needed time to catch up on sleep, water, and protein. We got into community around 1, and where immediately greeted by a smiling Jacques. We began the 40 minute trek into the hills to our furthest site, Nyrotoshu, to survey the land for additional tanks. Nikki was able to brush up on her French with Jacques, our impromptu translator, and by the time we entered the site we once again found ourself being clutched by kids on either side.
The surveying drew much attention, not surprising what with all the shiny equipment. It quickly became apparent that there was a problem. There was a malfunction in our survey equipment that prevented any sort of decent viewing through the lens. After suppressing a brief moment of panic, we resolved to fix the problem by creating our own lens out of a rolled up piece of notebook paper held together by a ripped up band-aid. This was my first experience in surveying, and was completely enthralled by how much engineering I felt like I was doing. Wilson, my intimate friend after a 40 minute hand-holding session, once again proved himself indispensable by assisting us in the surveying process despite the language barrier
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