We can’t believe we have been in Africa a whole week. It really hasn’t sunk in that this is our home for the next year or more. A very strange feeling, though we still have a wonderful peace about it all.
The challenge in lessons today was to go and interview the workers on the campsite, asking questions about themselves, and focusing on our newly found knowledge of asking about dates. Armorel wisely headed towards the ladies of the camp, I went for the workmen who at this time we cutting the grass with machetes. I hoped I wouldn’t say anything too offensive.
I think we both are feeling more comfortable with this language. The basics behind most of it seem sound, so I am hopeful of reaching expertise in the not too distant future.
After our week of school we decided we needed some fun time so headed out with the Frisbee. Playing as the clouds came in and thunder around it felt just like holidaying in France, that was until the Frisbee got caught in a tree.
First attempt FAIL. It was just out of reach of a jump. A suitable weapon was sought, a stick found and we went in. Second attempt FAIL. As we approached a large buzzing insect came hurtling towards us. Third and what would be the final attempt FAIL. A swarm of wasps attacked John, stinging his arm. The Frisbee had cleverly landed next to a nest.
We retired to dinner, with a throbbing arm. What would be next to attack us?
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