We headed to the clinic this morning with bleary eyes, a tough Monday to be motivated for.
I helped in the office and then spent the afternoon with a local builder talking about partition walling and windows for the TB clinic.
Armorel had fun with a 10 year old boy who had managed to hit his thumb with a rock. The bone was sticking out the side of the thumb and they had to push it back in.
Gruesome!
Before heading home we had to pop into town to register our phones. Everyone in Tanzania has been given until the end of June to register their mobile phones otherwise they will be cut off. The reason for this logistical nightmare, in a country of 37 million people and 76 million mobile phones, is quite unusual.
Not too long ago the president of Tanzania received an abusive text message, but because there is no way of tracing who sent it as numbers aren’t registered to people, nothing could happen. In case it happens again they will now be able to catch the culprit.
The men registering ours found our driving licence very hard to decipher, and even if I do send an abusive text they will have no idea who I am or where I live. Supposedly we Almolel is from Ingerlendi.
We have had a quiet evening at home, with a nice phone call from my mum letting us know they are home safe and sound, and I think we will watch an ER before bed.
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