Living a 3 hour's drive from the equator feels like you're burning in hell. It is so unbelievably hot here I don't even know how to accurately describe it.
But anyways, at least I have a working ceiling fan in my room (which only works when they decide to turn the electricity on in the village, which luckily is about 90% of the time). My new roomate just got here yesterday; Silke from Belgium. She's very nice, along with the other two volunteers living in the same house as us, Henriette from Norway and Lizzie from England.
The house I'm living in is actually very nice on the outside. I haven't seen the inside of any other house here so I don't know how the inside is compared to other houses here, but I do have a light and a fan in my room so that's good enough for me. The house is set up in a square with an open courtyard in the middle of it, and the buildings for the house surround the courtyard.
The one thing I really can't stand here is the food. It's really awful. Most of the country eats only for rice 2 meals a day. Luckily my host mom has more money than others, so a typical meal is a small piece of extremely dry chicken and either rice or pasta. Every single day. Twice a day. And snack food, besides a couple variations of butter cookies, is virtually nonexistent. Thanks to my ridiculously fast metabolism, I'm very hungry most of the time that I'm not eating a meal. But I do eat about a box of butter cookies a day to tide me over so I guess it isn't that bad.
The heat, along with my job at the day care center, is very tiring, so in my free time most of time I'm reading or just relaxing. I might ask to switch over to go work at the orphanage, because the day care is extremely overwhelming. We'll see.