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These are faces of children I worked with today:) Yes worked with I spent the better part of today going round their village and I was followed around by this group of very energetic children who did everything but stand on my head. They were relatively well behaved but we had to tell them several times to stand back and watch instead of coming close to where we were. We had the lovely duty of weighing children using a hanging scale and since we did not have a fixed point we had the duty of holding a horizontal wooden bar at both ends to which a scale was hung. Some of them decided that our scale was a swing and were delighted to hang and be pushed by their peers others screamed at the top of their lungs as if they were being hung by the neck. All in all it was a lovely but tiring excursion into a village riddled by poverty (thats a story for my next post). My favourite child is the little boy in the green shirt (it was green once), he is the third from the left, he went with us and wa

Snapped some of these pictures really quickly as we went over a bridge, the last time I went over this bridge it the surrounding vegetation was not as green and the water level not as high! It looked pretty as I snapped! I took the others of the cows where we went for some work. Enjoy!

I am on one of my numerous trips again and I'm typing this from my hotel room. This is one of the nicer facilities as we changed hotels thank goodness! The previous hotel we stayed in when last I was in this town was in one of the more run down parts of the city. An old classmate who came to visit me exclaimed in horror when he saw where I was staying and he told me that the next time I was in town I had to stay with his family. What was the reason for his horror, he hardly came to this part of town because there are more armed robberry incidents in that part of town, it is also a red light district and the hotel I was at was more or less its headquarters. Trust me not to know what is under my very nose! It was only after his explanation that I realised that the knocks on my doors at odd times was not from people who had missed their way but from the local prostitutes seeking potential customers! Of course all this was duly reported to HQ with the attendant change in res