Day 15- Puri and being at High School again!
On Friday I had a great time being a highschooler again, I had a report writing workshop with some of the grade 10 and 12 students at Libala High School and it was the most amazing thing I have done in a while. I already feel so at home amongst them and love spending time there, it makes me feel young and free again. Not that I am not any of those two anymore but I feel that I leave my worries at the gate when I pass through and enter the grounds of the school.
After an afternoon of learning and writing we moved on to more entertaining things as I waited for my ride home, it wasn't until 2 hours later that he came, therefore we proceeded to have some fun in the meantime. We all did some karaoke, starting with me, and I must say that all the friends I made there are gifted in the most wonderful of ways. Then we moved on to dancing and they have some pretty sick moves, as well as tattooing me with the pen on both my arms, over which I had to pull my sleeves when Mrs Patricia came in and all the kids scrambled, too bad Peter marked me with his name, hard to feign ingnorance then.
Today we had a busy day, I cooked breakfast, made rosti with cheese and bacon and topped with poached egg and hollandaise, all homemade, after which we went and had chinese for lunch as it was father's day. Needless to say that I am still full. Afterwards, we made puri, which are the most delicious Indian snacks and we made 150 of them for a very nice lady, Kieran, who is a British missonary in Zambia and has lived here for over 7 years. It was lovely to meet yet another bunch of great people but we had to rush home as I still have work to do. So we came back and I thought I should get going on everything and start with writing down everything. Alas, a new dawn and a new day await tomorrow, Chikumbuso is first on the list and I am excited!!!
After an afternoon of learning and writing we moved on to more entertaining things as I waited for my ride home, it wasn't until 2 hours later that he came, therefore we proceeded to have some fun in the meantime. We all did some karaoke, starting with me, and I must say that all the friends I made there are gifted in the most wonderful of ways. Then we moved on to dancing and they have some pretty sick moves, as well as tattooing me with the pen on both my arms, over which I had to pull my sleeves when Mrs Patricia came in and all the kids scrambled, too bad Peter marked me with his name, hard to feign ingnorance then.
Today we had a busy day, I cooked breakfast, made rosti with cheese and bacon and topped with poached egg and hollandaise, all homemade, after which we went and had chinese for lunch as it was father's day. Needless to say that I am still full. Afterwards, we made puri, which are the most delicious Indian snacks and we made 150 of them for a very nice lady, Kieran, who is a British missonary in Zambia and has lived here for over 7 years. It was lovely to meet yet another bunch of great people but we had to rush home as I still have work to do. So we came back and I thought I should get going on everything and start with writing down everything. Alas, a new dawn and a new day await tomorrow, Chikumbuso is first on the list and I am excited!!!
