Day 13
Today Saviour arrived to join the group with Sister Vilda - she loves to clean. Again today was one of the routine days that felt very similar to the day before or maybe we still are in that day now, it's hard to tell.
My ability to say inappropriate things or saying that sounds dirty is reaching new levels. It's usually because my mouth just says things before my brain can catch up. I'm starting to sound like the Todd from scrubs with his "in your endos" I should write a book or should hire one of those note takers they have in court to document what is said, as I can't remember most of them. Hopefully some of the lovely volunteers can remember some. A funny one that I can remember, mainly because it keeps getting brought up - is on my Birthday when I was asked if I wanted to bath the orphans I replied with " It's my birthday, the orphans should be bathing me." Which taken in the wrong context could see me put on the register and banned from playgrounds, which is a shame as I like those roundabouts.
My favourite person who says inappropiate things accidentally has to be Beccy who once started a sentance with "When I was inside my mum..." when talking about her mum being pregnant. And she also started another with " I tell you what an inch makes all the difference" when talking about her new shoes.
Monday, 14 November 2011
Monday, 7 November 2011
Volunteering in Ghana - Day 12
Day 12
Good start to the day - wasn't tortured in the night. It's Monday and back to the summer school routine of rotas and schooling. In our class we seemed to have a few missing from the week before, which worked out well as it was easier to teach them, and also I didn't have to sharpen as many pencils as usual. We had a new addition to the Volunteers. Kinza's Brother Joe arrived to help out. He's a fan of road beers too, so we get on grand. I don't know how it happened but before I knew it we were at a pub.
More and more, the conversation is turning to the food the we miss and the levels of drool are becoming a health and safety issue. Anything different to rice. Anything.
Johnny Observations
All taxi drivers seem to be moonlighting as banger car racers. Using the same car for both. You're onto a winner when you get a taxi that has has all it's doors.
Good start to the day - wasn't tortured in the night. It's Monday and back to the summer school routine of rotas and schooling. In our class we seemed to have a few missing from the week before, which worked out well as it was easier to teach them, and also I didn't have to sharpen as many pencils as usual. We had a new addition to the Volunteers. Kinza's Brother Joe arrived to help out. He's a fan of road beers too, so we get on grand. I don't know how it happened but before I knew it we were at a pub.
More and more, the conversation is turning to the food the we miss and the levels of drool are becoming a health and safety issue. Anything different to rice. Anything.
Johnny Observations
All taxi drivers seem to be moonlighting as banger car racers. Using the same car for both. You're onto a winner when you get a taxi that has has all it's doors.
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