Saturday, March 31, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
I have attacked and conquered the flying fox. It was a raging success. Rather scary the first time, but even after landing on outstretched arms (still have bruises) I went a grand total of five times. I was even brave enough to let Jeanette take some pictures!
Played three-on-three ball hockey during the heat of the day and burnt my face to a crisp.
One of the tubes going down the river carried myself. There were no pictures taken of this momentous occasion so you will have to use your imagination. Picture me outstretched on a gigantic rubber tube with arms and legs flailing trying to steer the stupid thing clear of trees, roots, reeds and other obstacles. Needless to say I hit every single one with shrieks of excitement. It was so great I went twice.
The above, coupled with a number of rounds of 'Pom-Pom-Pull-Away' and other such games, made it difficult to walk, raise my arms above my head and just generally move. I ached.
Sunday: We took a 20 minute walk to the closest church for worship service. The afternoon was a time of rest, relaxation and Settlers.
Monday: Leah needed to have her work permit stamped so we walked into town with Joyce, she kindly gave us language lessons. Joyce a lovely, local lady with quite a life story who cleans here at the school. We were so thankful that she was with us as white people going into the village create quite a stir and what with cultural differences it's always hard to know how to greet people properly without causing offence. We left here around 1:15 and didn't get home until 5:00. I now have a backpack tan on my arms.
All this week is spiritual emphasis week. There's a couple from up north who've come to teach the children and they are simply wonderful! Full of life, new ideas and the solid gospel. They are doing the morning sessions on Philippians using 'Captain Book' and 'Madame Castaway'.
No emailing outside of the email address here at the school until the beginning of April. Bye!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Yesterday was movie night. As per usual many children crowded around any available adult willing to cuddle. So I had one sweet gal on my lap and two little boys squished up on either side of me. One of the grade one kids, Donex, was holding my hand. The lights were on momentarily to fix a glitch in the VCR. Donex kissed my hand, looked up at me, saw my grin, would have blushed if he could have, and hid behind his hand. Adorable.
Tanis was here for a short one and a half days. It was nice to see a face from home.
Just found out that the handwork class I'm 'teaching' is actually a real class and I need to come up with a mark. Painful. You should see the final embroidery products. I could do better with my eyes closed.
The orphanage started when a missionary lady found out that all babies who survived childbirth when their mothers didn't were considered to be possessed by demons. They would be thrown on their mother's graves and left to die. When she discovered this practice she started taking the children in.
It's about a 30 minute walk from the school here. The setup is a bit different than the traditional orphanage. Most of the kids are orphans but they all have their own mama who lives with them. Maybe a grandmother, or someone from their village. When the children reach the age of six they are sent back to their village and they are taken in by relatives.
There are two ladies who look after the running of the place, Helen and Esther. One is Scottish the other Irish. Very kind and hospitable.
The kids love hugs and are adorable little urchins. We walked in the gate and they all came to inspect us. As soon as we offered they swarmed us. It was impossible to walk an inch they were hanging off us. We visited Helen for a bit, I had my first taste of soda since arriving here. Then we observed the preschool class. They said their numbers, the alphabet and sung a surprising repertoire of English songs. They were so proud. I'm going back either this Thursday or next and am hoping to get some pictures this time.
Off to Sunday Evening Fellowship!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
My story starts late Monday evening. I had been reading my book, as it was my afternoon off, when an explosion of furry tore through the front door. Leah had come upon multitudes of army ants and was in a bit of a panic. They were covering the road to our house. She proceeded to tell me every gory army ant story she knew.
Monday night: My malaria pills give my some pretty strange dreams the night after taking them. So Monday night the army ants were making a feast of me. Was really tired the next morning.
Tuesday: Leah notified Mr. P of the encroaching predators.
Wednesday, after Birthday Party, in the dark: We were running home along the road hoping that if we did step in a line of the ants they wouldn't be able to react fast enough to climb up us. We safety arrived at our house and took our time entering and putting our away pieces of our costume. We made it to the hallway and Leah starting jumping up and down and yelping at me to get her dress off her. It was a longer than floor length dress from the attic. I yelped at her to stop jumping so I could manage the zipper. In went the dress to the tub. It was covered in big juicy ants. They were also all over the bathroom floor. Leah started filling the tub with water to try drowning the ones in there and I got my trainers to wallop the ones on the floor. All this was accomplished while we were hoping around so no more would attack us. Leah got around 4 bites and we counted about 30 ants in the tub the next morning. I ran out to the kitchen to see if there were any in there. There was a line all along the outside of the house right in front of the door, and a smattering of other confused ants that had been swept along by Leah's dress to various part of the house.
There was no way either of us were spending the night in that house. By this time the ants in the bathroom had started marching up and down behind the sink. Mr. and Mrs. P let us stay at their place overnight so we packed up. How to lock the door with a line of ants precisely where I needed to stand? First I dosed them with bug spray. (I bought 4 bottles of it for something!) It didn't kill them but it did stun them. Leah shone the flashlight at my feet to watch for attempts at climbing me while I locked the door. We both were jumping up and down and swatting phantom itches along our legs so the process took a while. (Note: it's very hard to watch someone's feet while your flashlight is bobbing up and down.)
The next morning the maintenance crew hunted down the anthill and dosed it with petrol. Then they found the marauding ants and burnt them. Our house is safe- for now. I also have my trusty rubber boots, doused with bug spray, that will hopefully stun any attempts at attack.
Each class performed a song and a dance. There was also a variety of skits. I laughed so hard. I have short clips of some of them so when I come home if you care to see them just give a yell.
I had a revelation yesterday: I look better when I actually do my hair in the morning. Hence the 'yuck' picture. It also helps if you don't let kids touch it. Another funny thing about my appearance: Just after I first arrived Mark had asked Leah how I was adjusting. Leah, "She seems to be doing ok, only she was super pale when she got off the plane and I'm worried she's getting sick." Mark reminded Leah what Canadian winters do to skin tones.