Today it has been a tough morning. If you add together the busy weekend, with the general Monday lethargy and then multiply it by waking to find we had completely run out of water, you will understand why we were less than enthralled by the start of a new week.
Our goodbye to SOMA last night was not our goodbye. We worked the morning and then headed into town at 11:30am as their tour guides and personal shoppers around the market. It made us realise that we are becoming less out of our depth, and that our Swahili is improving.
‘Its certainly not a tourist market.’ Really sums up our market in Tabora, no frills.
This afternoon I opened my little school library and lent out 47 books. Not bad for day one. Armorel was busy preparing for tomorrow, with a varied list of jobs from weeding to picking up 60 plastic chairs.
We sat and had a cup of tea watching a heavy but brief rain storm, the irony is not lost. Finally we have some rain, but no water to shower in.
An early night tonight, and we would value your prayers for the opening tomorrow. Armorel is sure all will be fine, but there is a still lot to do, and the guest of honours attendance has just dropped to a 30% chance of happening.
This is Africa!
And sorry Zara we can’t make the 3rd, the RSVP will be in the post but probably won’t reach you till next year. We are gutted but send our love and prayers in these coming weeks and months to both you and Will.
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