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telophase ([personal profile] telophase) wrote2005-02-19 10:27 am

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Ten things I've done that others might not have

In no particular order, and split into a few posts because as anyone who's emailed me knows, I can't write a few words when I could write a hundred.

1) Lived in the Serengeti National Park

My dad was a professor in the Wildlife and Fisheries department at Texas A&M until he died in 1992. When he was a grad student, we moved to the Seronera Research Station in the Serengeti for two years (1974-1976) while he conducted a study on, er, something to do with birds and grasses. I was five at the time; the details kind of escaped me. Therefore most of my unique experiences have to do with the Serengeti - I could probably just put down "Ate dinner in the Serengeti" and have a close-to-unique experience.

The interesting thing about living on a research station, or at least living on the Seronera research station at that particular time, is that everyone was identified by what they were there to study. We were the bird people, and there were also the lion people and the grass people. I also got to meet Jane Goodall - she came through and the station people had a reception for her. She escaped to the porch with us kids early on and spent most of the party out there. I met Marlin Perkins from Wild Kingdom when they shot a sequence on elephants. He sent Jim and the crew in first to do all the dirty work, then flew in to shoot a bit of dialogue and flew back out again.

2) Contracted malaria

One day I was looking pretty sick, running a fever and all that. My parents took me to the flying doctor. For those of you who aren't familiar with living in the bush, a flying doctor is one who is stationed somewhere in the back of beyond, whether it's Africa, Australia, or wherever, and who uses a plane to cover the territory he or she is responsible for. Not exactly the ability to get an ambulance to your door quickly, but better than not having a doctor at all. Anyway, our flying doctor was stationed in Seronera, and was a Dutch woman whose name I've forgotten. My parents took me there where she examined me and pronounced it either heatstroke or malaria. And then I threw up all over her and she diagnosed malaria. We think I contracted it during one of our supply runs to Arusha, which is in the lowlands, because the mosquito that carries malaria didn't live in our area of the Serengeti. Mom says that we'd been pretty lax about taking our antimalarials up to then, but after that we took them religiously.

It seems to have been a fairly mild case, since I got better after a few days (all I remember is that I didn't eat dinner for two days, and when you're five, that's a big deal), and I've never had a relapse. According to the Red Cross blood-donation people, if you've had no relapses for 12 years you're considered cured, although they still don't want my blood because I've spent over six months in England during some window of time and therefore there's a .000000000000000001% I might have mad cow. Moo.

3) Gone inside West Kennet Long Barrow

Knowing the people on my friends list, if they've been to England, they may have done this. I studied in Wales for a semester in undergrad, and took an archaeology class. For one of our field trips we went to the Salisbury/Stoenhenge area and visited a few sites there. The most imrpessive, to me at least, was West Kennet Long Barrow, because you get to go inside the Neolithic tomb itself, sicne it's not as well known as Stonehenge and is therefore not overrun by tourists. Still best to go as early in the morning as you can, because there's a steady strong of visitors thereafter. Mom and I went back to England a couple of years ago and went back to the barrow, so I finally got to see it without being surrounded by fifty undergraduates.


To be continued...

[identity profile] sartorias.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I suspect that every single day, every breath you took, in the Serengeti, would be a unique experience for most of us--right down to the scents on the air.

I love reading these! (Even in reverse order, the way they showed up in the FL)!

[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably. :) And it's interesting that the normal parenting issues that my parents went through had a completely different tinge to them. When I got angry at them and took off without telling them where I was going, they weren't afraid that I might have been hit by a car or abducted by someone, it was that I might have been eaten by a leopard.

Something else I didn't put in was that our house was burgled by what must go down as the most courteous burglers in history. (We weren't home at the time.) I'll have to write that down sometime, but my left wrist is killing me after all this typing, so I'd better hold off on that for a while.

[identity profile] sartorias.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't forget! I want to know that story.

Wow.`

[identity profile] fascinoma.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You have had one really cool life.

Re: Wow.`

[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Heehee. Thanks. Cool, yes, but only in fits and starts - the Africa stuff was all when I was 4-6 years old, then I didn't do anything other than normal throughout my school years until my senior year in HS when I decided to get the hell out of the country and did the semester in Wales. That was also the year when Dad managed to get the invite to the conference in Nairobi. After that, nothing again until Mom retired and decided she wanted to travel so in the past four years I've been to England twice and New York once. I am all OK with that, since she pays for me to travel with her. XD

Re: Wow.`

[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
* Not my senior year in HS. My senior year in college. Stupid fingers typing the wrong thing.

[identity profile] mistressrenet.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Very cool stories so far. I had a high school friend die of malaria a few years ago; scary stuff.

[identity profile] telophase.livejournal.com 2005-02-19 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Scary, yup. And getting more and more resistant to antimalarials all the time. The stuff you have to take now is hallucinogenic - my friend Clint went on a dig in Belize and had to take a course of antimalarials and said he entertained himself at night by watching the fish swimming over his head, and that a voice telling you to kill yourself is still extremely frightening when you know it's due solely to the drugs.