Monday, July 27, 2015


With a new job, a new house, a new country and being separated from Hannah, I've been grasping at any sort of routine that could offer my life a bit of anchorage.

I've been extremely lucky to find a weekly ritual in Sunday volleyball games with a really fun group of people. I've been a huge fan of beach volleyball since college, when I played on an intramural team with my friends Liz, Claire and Joe. I just happened to meet a group of people my second week in Bujumbura who regularly play and I instantly entered into the regular rotation.

We show up at a beach called Petit Bassam around 9:00 or 9:30 Sunday mornings before the sand gets hot. As fishermen paddle dugout canoes just offshore, we play a ton of games on the one volleyball court. Between games we drink a ton of water, which as far as I can tell, is Petit Bassam's main source of revenue until people come back into town.

Petit Bassam also has a 5,000 burundian franc (~$3) hamburger that we get as "brunch" very often. Don't judge us.