who needs sleep?

I've been in Zambia for 2 weeks now.  It has been a wonderful, and thoroughly exhausting experience.  Every day is a work day, and lasts for at least 12 hours.  Breaks for meals?  sort of, except that you're talking about work the whole time!  My patience, comfort, and personal boundaries are being tested, and if I loved this work any less, I'd be on the first plane out of here.  That's the kicker.  I've never loved work like this before.  I'm in the middle of socially conscience academic research, watching one of my academic idols interact with villagers, community health workers, surveyors, and subordinates.  I've learned more in the past 2 weeks than I did in my last 3 years of my PhD program.  I'm sleep-deprived, covered in mosquito bites, sick of taking cold showers, and quite nervous about an all day data cleaning workshop that I'm running in the office today (agenda, who needs an agenda!?).  And I love it!  


Pictures to follow when I return home and have a quick internet connection, but they're good...wait for it...