Off to church this morning, the bishop is speaking, so we better not be late.
We were late, but not as late as everyone else, so no one noticed.
It was a busy service with over 35 people!
Today another English guy called Peter is meant to be arriving. He is the man linked with the school, and we hope will be a catalyst to get things moving.
His plane has been cancelled.
This allowed us a small window in our schedule to complete a daring task. A haircut!
Sat outside we prayed for safety and survival and headed in to the aptly named ‘Best Cuts’. We were greeted by a poster titled ‘Cutz for the Boyz’, which I leave to your imagination as to what it entailed, and a TV blaring out American wrestling. We sat and waited, and waited a little more. Then, I was next and jumped into the chair.
We had no common language, so pointing of fingers, expressions and frowns were used and the clippers began. There were no scissors.
I am impressed, and even more of a surprise is that Armorel has not laughed or cried. Maybe I should get my haircut here all the time. After all it has only just cost me a £1 and that is the white man rate.
So with my new short hair we headed off for lunch with some friends, a BBQ chicken with fresh salad. A very pleasant afternoon.
Soon it was evening and we were heading out for dinner to say goodbye to the SOMA team. Tonight the service was particularly slow; we had arrived at 6:45 and managed to start eating at 8:55pm. We were very glad we had a sneaky snack before we left this evening.
We arrived home to the phone ringing and a lovely chat with my mum, before heading to bed and seeing what the new week will bring us.
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