The week went by pretty quickly. I did everything from clearing rubble in the mountains and city to building shelters at IDP camps. Our water system broke this week, so we had to call a local plumber. He showed up and took apart our system, then decided he was done without fixing the problem. When we finally got him back, he fixed the problem...but decided to wash his feet with all our water. This type of behavior seems to be the norm here (being so comfortable you do as you please).
The driving here is controlled chaos. There are so many cars on the road but only a few stop lights, so people just cut in front of you. People do not stop for pedestrians crossing the street. We simply keep on walking, and they find a way around us. The first few times I tried to cross the street I had to have locals guide me.
I ended up getting sick from the water this week. The water here is not safe to drink, but I used it to brush my teeth, and that was enough to mess me up. People say the sickness will only last a few days and is cured by eating, staying hydrated, and sleeping. If it is still bad tomorrow, I may ask if I can take work off until I am feeling better.