We have to be up tomorrow at six to go teach in the local community school which is a forty minute walk away, we have 2 classrooms of 60 kids each and it became necessary to use wet wipes (lemon fresh) as bog roll tonight but if I sound fed up I’m not cause we have Frosties for breakfast. In case we were under any illusions this trip is not a holiday but it’s still so interesting and such a rewarding experience I am (despite if I make it sound otherwise) having a really good time. This morning when we got up and bumped into Sr. Mollie, we had a number of questions for her but she had to go wheel and deal first so we waited for her and when she came back she gave us a shed full of information (a metaphorical shed of course). She then brought us to Boystown which is where the boys from the orphanage go when they are over six, it’s also where the community school is. To get there we had to pass through the local “airport”. When I say through I mean we drove across the runway which was indistinguishable from any of the other fields around. We arrived at the school and met the principal (who is as mad as a bat laughing hysterically at everything we said) and went to her office to arrange times for the workshops. We agreed to split into 2 groups of 2 and take 60 students each (why we agreed to such a mad proposal I don’t know). We then went to the block making yard where they make Stabilised soil blocks which are hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (REDACHTED DUE TO BEING BORING , by the way in case you don’t know it was Ryan Giggs who slept with the welsh slapper ). We had a number of other things to check which we did while followed by a large contingent of kids one of whom had been to Ireland (and stayed 3 nights in Carlow of all places, says me in Kaoma). They showed us all their animals such as pigs and chickens and also took Dan’s camera to take loads of pictures. We had to walk back to the guesthouse which was a weird experience we walked through fields and back roads through rural Zambia it was one of many times in the last week when I thought how the hell did I get here, in a good way though. We said more hellos on the walk than upside down calculators have ever said (remember how they would say BOOBS (58008)). Dinner was supposed to be at 1 but Áine decided to move it back to 2, me Dan and Jamie now hate her for this decision and will be ticking the not attending button for her 21st. (we might even put her on our list of enemies). The evening was filled with another walk to town where we bought some stuff in the local market, I must take a picture of it because words don’t adequately describe it. Walking to tow is cool again we walk thru back roads saying hello to everyone as we pass and kids coming running from every house shouting “Makua, how are you” (which we now think means English person, suddenly it is an insult) That’s all I can think of today gotta get some sleep before the most daunting task ever tomorrow, teaching class of 60 with less than perfect English. Oh well the malorone is slightly messing with my dreams so tonight’s sleep should be fun.
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