So for those of you who don't know, I'm currently working on my research proposal and application for a research visa to {drum roll please}....Topeka, K...No, just kidding, Madagascar. You know like the "I like to move it, move it" Madagascar. I was very excited about this opportunity up until about an hour ago. Every Monday night we have a speaker and then we take the speaker out to the pub for food and drinks. Tonight I was talking to one of my professors, who is a lemur expert, about where I would be staying in Madagascar. This is a pretty important question I feel like. Other important questions: Where is the loo? How often can I shower? Can I get wireless? Is there a starbucks? Just kidding about that last one, but seriously, where am I living? or what I should have said was "What will I be living in?" Turns out, to study lemurs in the forest you kind of have to live, well, in the forest. This means that me, my research assistant(s) and Madagasy grad student will all be living in a tent. How do we shower? With a bucket. I was told that this kind of trip means I have to leave my curling iron at home. Bummer.
The last time I went camping was at least 7 years ago. I was young with acne and we stayed on a flat piece of land next to a lake. At least 4 tornadoes ripped through our tents and the wind was whirling about approximately 80mph. In Madagascar, I'll be on a sandy surface in a forest. An ocean will be nearby, but I was told that this won't be a "Cancun" type of experience. Man was I dreaming!
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| This is seriously how they sunbathe. Isn't it adorable?! |
Talk about an experience! I think I need to read some more books and refresh my French skillz again.
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