Day 7

After some brief shopping in "ShopRite" and clearing out their entire shelf of water, Ben, Siera, Alexa and I were guided to the rural fishing village, Immuna. The IOM has been working within the village since 2003, helping out with their school system and reintegrating children who were trafficked into the fishing industry. The closer we got to the village, the more smiles and waves we received from passerby's. We started off about 2 hours away on a main highway and eventually turned on roads that were somewhat even, which led us to a road that was completely red dirt and rocks, and that if you had eaten before you might not feel so lucky. There is one road in and one road out of Immuna. Along the way, adults and children dropped what they were doing to wave and scream hello. A lot of children even ran after the van. I've never had a feeling like that before. Everyone wanted to get a look at you. Goats soon became the American equivalent to squirrels; always randomly in the middle of the road, running around everywhere. Eventually we arrived to our house. It's one of the first houses on the road in to Immuna. We pulled up to our gate and when it was opened a candyland colored house sat in the middle. It has a big spacious front, cemented down. There's a beautiful porch and a giant well of water. The toilets don't have running water, so we now use buckets to flush them. Bucket showers are now going to become the norm for us. And also we sleep under giant, almost princess-like, white mosquito nets. It's quite comfy actually. We ended the day cooking our first meal and sitting out on the porch for a breezy sunset dinner in our new home.