In all trips there are days where not alot happens and today may just be one of those days, we usually have a quite day after we do the workshops not by choice but it just happens that way. I say it’s been a quite day but its only 6 o’clock yet and it’s a Friday evening so you never know. I’m sitting in the kitchen where we have breakfast, dinner and supper. It’s quite a big kitchen with 8 seater table at its centre and we’re all just sitting down to bread roll, scones and coke (the drinkable kind). So what did happen today since I typed yesterday’s blog earlier. Well we saw a little girl of about 10 killing tomorrow’s dinner for us. She was a small innocent looking girl wearing a pink t-shirt but carrying a chicken, whose legs were tied and was squealing in pain, and a knife to slit its throat. We watched as she slit its throat and it took an age to finally die (will you just die already, our blood thirst just increased as we watched him die). After that we did a small bit of surveying where once again nothing matched up in true Zambian way. Áine has been constantly laughing all day every few minutes you can just hear the laughter starting. The smallest of things can set her off laughing like Mr Poppinfresh after a serious stomach poking. “Bean Craicáilte is shea í” (Crazy Women). We also met “Bean Ramhar“ (Fat Women) today the extremely condescending American you would single handedly (or triple bellyedly) dam the Zambezi. Dan is once again stirring the shit in his effort to act as cupid. We also discussed how shit the counties Leitrim, Longford, Wicklow and of course Roscommon are. The “developing counties” as Dan called them, paraphrasing a very important report we studied during our stay in college. So we’ll see what the evening brings and I might write about it later. Áine’s laughing again.
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