Lake Bunyonyi: Hard Work is Hard Work
Lake Bunyonyi: Hard Work is Hard Work.
I woke up in a wonderful cottage clinging to the side of a hill with a terrace overlooking a beautiful lake with mountains behind the water. It is gorgeous here on Lake Bunyoni. Amasiko Eco-Farm is just that. It also has cottages for visitors. It is also a green-school for primary students. Wilfred is a busy man.
It turns out that I am in a village called Hamukaaka!
Breakfast was at 08:30 where Maria, the Russian volunteer, told us about life in her country. She said that right now with sanctions, Russia is becoming a very difficult to love in. She said that there is no medicine in Russia if people get sick, and Russia forbids the import of medication. Foreigners are forbidden to adopt Russian kids, so she says that children are dying. Then, the Russians say that it is the fault of the United States.
My Russian friend says her country is unwilling to import food saying, “We can be self sufficient,” and “People are not patriotic if you miss foreign cheese. Only bad people miss such things.” According to her statistics, 50% of Russian exports used to go to Europe so it really hurts to be inside of Russia right now, with nothing coming in and nothing going out. That is pretty terrible to hear…
I spent the morning and the afternoon building the walls for a shower to be constructed outside next to the outhouse. I was even given a local helper in his 40s to assist me. I was excited to work with my hands again for the first time in a long time. But holy shit, I worked my ass off today.
We had to haul many of pieces of heavy lumber up a hill, and then we had to hand saw all of the pieces to build a wall. It was a crazy amount of hard work and my body is not used to labor. I use my brain all of the time, mentally preparing and creating for several hours a day, to the point where I am mentally exhausted at least four nights a week.
It is possible that I work my brain harder than most people I encounter… but I really have not participated in physical hard work for a long time. I push my body all of the time doing such things on the road, wondering how others my age would endure the same things and situations.
Yesterday, I hauled a 20 kg backpack up and down hills on a road for seven kilometers, which was very exhausting. But, hauling lumber up a hill, cutting all of that lumber with a hand saw and then hammering walls together with 12cm spikes…well, that wore me out today. It sure felt great to feel handy and feel like a man, but holy shit…hard work is hard work…
…Life is interesting. One day you are in Rwanda trying to volunteer to spend time with gorillas in the jungle, that night you end up in the back of a truck full of potatoes in Uganda, and the next day you spend most of the sunlight building an outside shower on the side of a lake for a Dutchman…