Ammenties

I understand that my daughter is in a developing country and that the average citizen lives very simply and many times in abject poverty. In my western lifestyle, I am rarely without amenities for any significant length of time. Even when we camp, we generally manage to get to indoor plumbing every couple of days. This is my week without amenities. (well except for the extension cord - the very long extension cord -I run from one of the two places with electricity to my cabin for the darth vadar machine). There is one gravel road to the main buildings, the rest of the time we hike on goat trails through the woods. There's an outdoor shower platform. A two sided cabin for sleeping. A most uncomfortable mattress. And the kybos, a local version of pit toilets. Most years the kybos are fine. But in a wet year when everything already . . .umm. . .wet. . .gets wetter, they're pretty funky. But the farm here loves the results -every couple of years the kybo contents are composted down to rich manure. Elegant cycle of life stuff. Input to output to input to output for a concievable eternity. I just wish they didn't smell so bad. . .