Waiting. It's not an easy job for me, but required here in Papua New Guinea. Waiting for a taxi, waiting for people to arrive, waiting for Dan to finish his work so that we can travel together to the next place, waiting, waiting waiting. My culture is clock oriented, this culture is not.
Today Dan gathered once again all the necessary information for applying for online banking for ...are you ready for it?...the 4th time. This involved waiting for Lillian to bring her passport picture, then waiting for Elton to bring his passport picture, then waiting for a board member to come and sign some pictures. At this point I begged off and let Dan wait in line at the bank on his own. Our application keeps getting lost somehow. Each time we apply we are assured that THIS time the bank will make it happen. We'll see.
I've found that with a Kindle in my bag, waiting is not such a hard job. (I won't tell how many books I've read so far this trip because it's embarrassing.) I'm so grateful to whoever invented the thing. It's small, portable, and gives me access to many stories which entertain me while I wait.
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