I have found it hard to return to my research in Ethiopia after my six-week hiatus. The fear of the unknown is gone, but so is some of the excitement. And this time, I have no one from the outside world with me. The scouts and our assistant are around, but there is nobody with whom to muse about science over a warmish beer. And, as any semi-sane person can tell you, having too much time for your own thoughts can be utterly destructive.

For the first few days here, I ranted and raved silently, even finding it difficult to go outdoors. It was too much 'reality' hitting me — I'm here and I'm more or less alone. I considered the gelada baboons my only distraction, and negativity threatened to devour me. I had to try to see the positive aspects of this experience. After all, I want to be here and I love my job. How can I deal with the circumstances surrounding it?

I came to see that I have been given something that I never had in the city: time. It is a precious thing, and not all that frightening. Now I am filling my time with the things I never get to do back home — reading articles, doing extra analyses, working overtime and writing letters. And I'm finding it a positive experience. I still love all social distractions, but I don't constantly bemoan my solitude. Only my attitude has changed. Perhaps that's enough to carry me through.