Bug Hatch and Protected Species
There’s been some kind of bug hatch this weekend. It mostly just makes me miss Caddis season in the Arkansas River Valley—it feels like I should be grabbing my rod and heading to the nearest body of water. Unfortunately I haven’t seen a single one, moving or otherwise, since I got here. There are indeed rivers here, somewhere, and many of them have the fabled Taiman (a giant salmon that can apparently grow up to 5 feet long and weigh in excess of 200 pounds). Adventurous fisherman from the US and UK pay vast sums to be led to these particular fishing holes, but I really have no idea if I’m near them. Then there’s the problem of legality. In order for me to fish, I think I have to get some kind of special license for foreigners and I have no idea where or how to obtain this.
As it is at the moment then, the bugs are mostly just a hassle. They always seem to congregate around the doors of your homes and rush in as soon as you give them the chance; just small enough, you worry you’ll inhale them and sometimes you do.
Yesterday some fellow Peace Corps Trainees and I went on a nice hike and came across a young falcon that had been pushed out of the nest by it’s syblings.