Can't believe it's already over a month since I last wrote, time is going wayy too fast :(. We've now been back at St Zoe's for 5 weeks, except not really. The first few weeks of school were taken up by beginning of term exams which meant Sophie and I weren't doing any teaching. Instead we spent most of our time in the keeping ourselves busy writing letters and catching up with things after the 2 month break. So much post when we got back meant that I had a lot of magazines to catch up on so I was happily occupied. Eventually we both sorted some new timetables which included a few lessons in Primary. Soph decided to take the creative stuff like Music and PE and I stuck to English and Maths. (With them being the more academic subjects and me being the slightly more intelligent one it made sense :/). We taught for a happy 2 or so weeks and then it was time to renew our visas. What a nightmare.
We left Mubende on the ... Thursday? and were supposed to be sorted by Sunday, however we ended up spending 2 weeks in Kampala rather than 4 days. We went to the Immagration offices on the Friday and came very close to being deported... a few times. They then told us to come back on the Monday. And then on the Monday they told us to come back on the Wednesday. And then on the Wednesday they told us to come back on the Friday... and so on! However we all had a very enjoyable few weeks in the capital which I suppose ended up being another mini holiday for us. Although we all ended up spending far too much money that we hadn't budgeted for... which is a shame. So on Friday the 24th Ron had a carnival party. I decided it was too expensive for me to attend and so Ron fell out with me and told me I could no longer eat at Open House. On the Saturday we had a big night out to Iguanas. By that I mean loads of new muzungus in backpackers asked where to go and so we led the way. There were many many backpackers in Iguanas that night. Sunday the 26th I took Sophie to some friends for chapatti making lessons and so now we're pro and could be mistaken for African chefs/street food sellers. Other nights out included High Table and Steak Out. I wasn't even going to go to Steak Out but then Hannah rang me crying about something or other so I went to save the day. At Hight Table Carolien got her phone stolen. So now that means she's had both her camera and phone stolen for there and I had my phone taken from my bag there too. Hot spot for thieves it would seem. Carolien also got punched by an African girl that night. I've decided I've become boring since the holidays. Usually I would have spent every night going out in Kampala but I found myself saying no on many occasions. Instead I stayed in and saved money... well, not that much. It also rained a lot, and I've developed a fear of rain in the recent weeks so that put a downer on clubbing also.
Eventually, after 2 weeks of Ron's Indian food (mmm), Backpackers arguments and DRAMA DRAMA, we eventually got our visas sorted and came home on the Tuesday afternoon. Only to find, there are no Primary lessons this week due to exams, and no Secondary lessons next week for the same reason. So I have no lessons for the rest of this week or the beginning of next.