Heat

Our cottage, like all buildings in Lesotho it seems, does not have heat. However, at this high altitude, it gets quite cold at night (and inside cement buildings during the day). So, we rely on space heaters to help heat our toes.

Now, I’ve heard space heaters were dangerous, but I have very little first-hand experience with them. This morning I woke up to go to the bathroom around 6:15am, and I saw smoke in the hallway. I followed my nose, and walked into the living room to find our space heater in flames! As one of my roommates was packing to leave early this morning, she put her jumper on the back of the space heater and went to the bathroom, intending to speed up the drying process for only a couple minutes. Well, that was all it took. It must have been a funny sight to see three girls in their pajamas beating at a flaming space heater with a frying pan and a wet towel.
Needless to say, our cottage is now filled with smoke, despite all the windows being open and the fans on . . .

(Hmmm . . . What will Rafe say when he arrives today?)