Wedding Crashing with the Prime minister, roud 2 at the hospitlal,cheekey trip to Kenya and life in general

I got back from traveling a few weeks ago and despite having washed my clothes two time they have yet to smell like roses and pixies and continue to be stubborn. If they continue to behave this way they will be forced to spend the remainder of their lives in the pit in my garden..... which contains the rubbish.

Life here has been good, going back to Plaster House after almost three weeks of travelling was amazing. I wasn't sure really what to expect but I was pleasently surprised when I walked through the gates and heard them all scream "ANNA!!!!" and ran up to me. It was amazing and before I left half those kids coudln't walk and now they were running, especially Sabina. Sabina is about 5 years old and when she first came to Plaster House she had never walked in her life and got around by crawling, after two rounds of surgery she can now walk all  by herself so its amazing to see how much she has changed. Things at Plaster house are chaotic which is always a good thing.

First weekend back about 15 miniutes before it started we got invited to a African wedding. Having not showered in about 3 days and not having anything to wear we all looked a bit out of place. The Prime Minister of Tanzania was there which was quite cool he was very friendly and said he really liked England and English people(hes got 3 degrees from their) but then again who doesn't :P. The wedding itself was about as interesting as watching paint dry..... actually no thats far to interesting. It was about as interesting as staring at a piece of cloth hoping that it will move itself magically. It was a Masai wedding and their was no alcohol or dancing just talking and talking and talking and then the bride and groom ate cake in front of us when we had been waiting about 6 hours for food. Then after having people dance up individually and present their gift.... all 300 of them we got food and left very quickly. Needless to say the African Wedding was a bit of a disapointment.

Some spots reappeared on my hand so I went to the hospital to get checked out and sure enough my amoeba came back. I first got it in Rwanda got some antibiotics but they can come back, which this one did, I got some more pills and I should be good. Having an amoeba is a bit like being pregnant is some ways, there is something living on side of you, it causes you random bits of pain, hurts your feet, and treats your stomach as its own and reaks havoc on your bladder and your sometimes vomit.

Went to Kenya this past weekend with a friend of ours to meet his family. It was really lovely and I'm going to recomend that the next time anyone feels stressed out and needs a chill holiday dont go to the beach go to an African village with very basic standards of living with lovely African women who will feed you to you cant possibly move and then spend the days walking around the landscape. It leaves you very chilled out and very clear thinking.

So life In Arusha is as busy, entertaining and chaotic as always but thats the way I like it. As of today I have just over 1 week left in Africa and I don't know where the time went it all seems a bit like a dream. I don't want to leave but being in London for the Olympics will be worth it.