Feeling and looking strange was something I got used to last summer in Cameroon and something I am trying to prepare myself for again...although I found that no preparation would or could ever really suffice. Perhaps one of the hardest lessons I had to learn was to go with the flow: to lose time, the time that has bound the only existence I have ever known...the hours and minutes that have defined my life. Instead I slowly faced the reality that in some parts of the world you can only rely on the happenings of life and the mood of the sun in moments only it owns......So, you let your 'host sisters' tie things on your head and you try to look serious while feeling ridiculous!
