The latrine and bath house are each a small prefab building called a cadillac (the cadillac of porta johns) and luckily are right near my room. It is still interesting to have to get dressed and walk outside to use the bathroom, especially in the rain. Very similar to camp, and the South Pole for that matter!
On my second day in Iraq, I had another adventuresome ride, this time in a helicopter, from FOB Speicher to FOB Danger, my new home. The ride was short, but I will never forget my first glimpse of the Tigris River, wide and muddy, with palm trees dotting the banks. That's when I knew I had finally arrived. The helicopter pilots were not too enthused about having to lug our 30 bags of stuff around and when we landed here, the choppers basically vomited our bags out and took off.
The sunrises are beautiful here. It is a land of big skies. Not many trees to be found, but still there is something so exotic about watching the sunrise through palm trees that are here. Yesterday, I awoke to the sound someone calling muslims to pray from one of the minarets in town. It is a beautiful yet haunting chant and it immediately makes you aware of where you are. Today on our way to the chow hall, we passed the minaret here on base just as the sun rose behind it.
Same for my broomcloset room. It is dry and weather proof and is situated very near everything that I need to get to. And Orion and his pals greet me each time I open the door.Well, there it is- my beauty in the fish-head of an adventure. I hope to be able to write more regularly now, but who knows what each day brings. We are almost into a routine, so the time passes by fairly quickly. Tomorrow marks my first week down. What a week it has been!