Okeydoke, I've got the afternoon off today (a rare thing I assure you) so i'm back in my favourite internet cafe/mobile phone store/possible cover for drug smuggling enterprise (God I love this town). This morning I was teaching at J K Nyerere Primary, the poorest of the two schools I work at. My housemate Catriona and I did a lesson on adjectives that was pretty hilarious, teaching the kids words like 'strict' 'greedy' 'kind'. After getting a few test sentence...

Ok kids, there's 20 minutes of internet time left, so we're gonna have to be pretty quick. First off, the schools i'm working at are WONDERFUL. The children have typical tanzania names like Lordguard Goodluck, singing beautiful swahili songs whenever the mood strikes them is the norm, and they are just ridiculously happy to have us volunteer teachers at their schools. Secondly, I'm terribly terribly homesick. Maybe it's the realisation that I won't see my frie...

Hamjambo Marafiki? (How are you my friends?) So today was the last day of training, and now i'm inside scrabbling away at the keyboard, because it might be up to a week before I write again! Our Kiswahili lessons have been pretyy intense but I feel a lot more confident know. I've been wondering around this lodge, practising with all the staff and have made quite a few friends. I'm not boasting though, even Hitler could make friends in Tanzania, it's such a frien...

Jambo! Sorry if there are a few typos but the keyboards are pretty different here in Arusha and i'm running out of internet time (crazily slow connection - but cheap, just 2 dollars for a whole hour!) After a bit of palaver in Nairobi Airport (trying to explain to the transfers desk that there IS such a thing as e-tickets and they weren't just fake boarding passes!) we got our tiny propeller plane into Kilimanjaro, and then a quick bus ride took us to the L'Oa...