Capsule Stories V

Writing these is both breaking my heart and helping me process. Hopefully there will be balance in the end. Anyhoo, here are some more to enjoy~

Learning Tolerance and Patience…then Depleting It Vanuatu, 2012-2014

All those times we asked if someone would be interested in helping or doing something and they enthusiastically agreed—often multiple times, only to show that they truly were not committed to the idea by simply not showing up. Then them not showing up for days or weeks afterward because they are “shamed” and want to avoid confrontation. All this, we’re told, because they don’t want to hurt our feelings.

Learning to understand this behavior, see the signs, behave compassionately, and work around it somewhat successfully for two years—only to lose my sh*t over it all over again two months before we leave.

One of the days a counterpart simply didn't show up.
One of the days a counterpart simply didn’t show up.

Dude, Kava Lost My Phone Port Narvin, 2013

That time Don went home after an evening of kava at our house, only to return ten minutes later shining a little light everywhere in search of his mobile phone. Then Papa Joe asking, “What kind of torch are you using?” Don looks at the phone in his hand, turns off its small light, then slips away back into the darkness without a word. And never lived it down thereafter.

Last kava with Don.
Last kava with Don.

Manbus’s First Canned Beverage Port Narvin, Oct 2014

That time when I opened a Johnny Arrow, then realized there was some dust and dirt on top of the can. I took a deep breath to blow all the dirt off, then subsequently blew just right to make the beverage explode all over my face (and all over everything else). I remembered to check for dust BEFORE opening a can thereafter.

Me and a JA...though this story happened in our kitchen on Erromango more than a year later, not in a nice hotel room.
Me and a JA…though this story happened in our kitchen on Erromango more than a year later, not in a nice hotel room.

Our Carbon Footprint Port Narvin, 2014

All the times we knew it had been too long since we cooked over fire based on the strength of the smell our pit toilet was emitting. (10 points and a high five if you understand why.)

hint: What good are the ashes of a fire?
hint: What good are the ashes of a fire?

Studying by Osmosis—Attempted Everywhere Port Narvin beach, 2014

Remember when you were a kid and you insisted you could do homework in front of the TV, only to fall asleep on your book? Then when you thought you were witty by telling your parents you were learning by osmosis? That happens everywhere, only instead of a couch, it was sand; and instead of the TV, it was the ocean.

Port Narvin's loooong black sand beach--favorite studying/napping grounds for just about everyone on a hot day.
Port Narvin’s loooong black sand beach–favorite studying/napping grounds for just about everyone on a hot day.
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