Day 40:
The locals seem to have grown accustome to my presence and have accepted me as one of there own. Thoughts of my previous life have started to fade and words like 'patient', 'dentures' and 'medical aid' are rearly spoken. Instead my days are filled with spontanuous 'adventures' such as being abandoned in the bush for days and having to compete for food or being told to 'build a road' with no actual knowledge of what a road consists of (a fact that I have yet to admit to my new family). Despite the pressures of my new surroundings, I have been able to with stand the urge to drink copious mounts of coffee or use phrases such as 'what a privelage' but I fear this might change soon. I have come to realise that I will not be able to rely on my knowledge or intelect to carry me through this and that change is inevitable. The person who signed up for this journey is no more...