Ok so this post I will pick up where I left off. The plan to go to the genocide trials sort of failed the day we went it turns out that the last trial was the day before...... bollocks. Anyways I may not be able to see the trials but I will be able to see the Genocide memorial itself next month as I'm going to Rwanda with two other people from our group, Ed and Simran so now I have a choice of husbands!
Now to the interesting stuff, life in Arusha. The last few weeks have been busy with teaching and plasterhouse. My kids are great that I teach there all very polite and helpful and a lot of them are incredibly clever. They have monthly exams coming up next month so we are just doing revision for that at the moment.
Plasterhouse is going great but it can bve tough some days not because of screaming kids but because of the stuff you have to see. For example,the reaon why most of the kids at plasterhouse are their are because of disabilites( usually the legs) caused by the Maasai inbreeding, some of them have no feet, some of them have disfigured feet. Most of the cant really walk properly cause their lower legs stick out almos A shaped if you can picture that, so alot of them get surgery and then are bed ridden and in casts.
Baba is one of my favorites hes about three years old and is a very happy little boy who loves sitting on your lap and singing. He always runs up to me when I walk in the gates and gives me a big hug. On the weekend he got surgery and was in casts in his bed crying and sad because the casts where too tight which was quite difficult to deal with because you cant really do anything other than rub their heads and go "polle sana" ( im really sorry) I sat and drew with him for a bit which cheered him up.
I have a feew favorites and the plaster house and then there are a few kids that no one likes. My favorites are Baba, a little girl called Naanoori who is very happy and really enjoys cuddling, a little girl called Katrina ( who went home on saturday) Sabina who is about 8 years old has had surgery twice and is ridiculously clever and 1 leg Barracka. If the term "Cheeky Basterd" becomes and official term in the English language there will be a picture of 1 leg Barracka next to it. He had to have his right leg amputated in Janurary cause he had an over sized foot but he can hop around pretty fast. One time he some how ended up on top of a bookshelf with no shorts on someones water bottle and was pretending to be a water fountain.
There are a few kids no one lifes Elias and The One Whose Got Four Names But No One Knows Any Of Them So He IS Just Called the One Who Always Whines. Elias just causes trouble and urinates every where so they put him in dresses a lot of the time as well as alot of the little boys. The One Who Always Whines, cries when you go near him and cries when you dont go near him.... no one likes him at all.
Life in Arusha is good outside of work, minus the water never working..... ever. We have gotten a bit desperate and have resulted to going to the village pub for number twos and when we get really desperate we are going to put on our sunday best and go use the posh hotels toilets across the street.
Our local pub is called BIG Y and is cheap and good and we go there with the other Brits living near by quite a lot. One of the guys who says he owns it bu we figured out he doesnt actually hes just the Old Drunk Guy that tells everyone what to do at the pub but doesnt actually own it or work their.... basically hes the village drunk.
Our village is lovely there are kids everywhere 45% of Tanzanias population is under 15 and you can really see it all around here. I have come up with the white person in Tanzania drinking game, everytime someone says "MZUNGU" you have to drink..... basically you will be permenantly sloshed the whole time you are in Tanzania.
Aw and I even got a post title :D kiddies sound great summer camps were similar on the kid's front. Keep having fun and it sounds like Africa suits your nation's inherent alcoholism :P
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