Last night my host asked how doing laundry was. Then he said "next time you can use our washing machine".
SERIOUSLY??? You have a WASHING MACHINE and you did not TELL US???
It was only the good breeding that my parents painstakingly instilled in me that kept me smiling and saying. "Yes, thank you, that will be helpful, I will do that" while my insides were thinking "And you expected me to know this HOW??? Through ESP? When were you going to tell me this little tidbit of information? How many other modern conveniences do you have that you are not telling us about?"
I'm trying to remember the point of this trip, which is to really understand poverty, it's impact on individuals and the community, and related stuff. (We're here for research for my husband's Master's Degree thesis paper.) We're here for 5 weeks. One down, 4 to go.
My generous side is thinking my host might be doing this on purpose, to give us first-hand understanding of how long some things take when you don't have the money to use any sort of modern convenience. Indeed, we have met some people who are so poor they probably don't own buckets. I certainly did not always see any in the tiny, often 4' x 8' areas that are their homes. So really I have just experienced what, for them, is probably a regular thing.
Also, our hosts' insistance that we ask for anything we need or want and they will try to obtain it - is warring with our desire to not put an undue burden on our hosts. They would not tell us if something was too expensive or too difficult for them, they'd just do it anyway. It's a hard balancing act.
Maybe I need to be more vocal with my questions. I told them I was doing laundry later that day, but perhaps "how do you do laundry here?" would have been appropriate. (Despite the fact I see their laundry being done, apparantly it is only certain articles that are washed by hand and the rest goes in the machine.) In a different culture even the evidence of my eyes can deceive me.
Anyway, I appreciate all the info you've given me. And ~gd, I just might try that old Navy technique next time! Once I stop smacking my head against the wall, that is.