We woke to one dead ant lying on our floor, and then proceeded to work. Today I was out at the Shamba making bricks, whilst Armorel was again in the clinic.
Back braking, hard work.
The bricks being made are mud bricks for houses at the Shamba. You have a wooden block mould, your hands and a pile of wet mud.
You fling the mud into the mould, push it in and then take it to drying area, where you turn out your brick, to varying levels of success and usually laughter from the workers at the farm.
What a great way to spend the day, though I am totally shattered. We made about 300.
I was joined today by Bryan, an American priest, who arrived in Tabora yesterday. We had a great time together and he has some great photos of the day which we will put up soon. It was such a privilege to work alongside these guys, and share in their labour.
Very powerful stuff.
Armorel’s day was busy but when asked what excitement she had had, there didn’t seem to be much.
We finished work and headed out to watch the football before heading back home and to bed.
My back is already aching.
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