Week 3 - more hard labour on the toilets that we are building. Currently the locals extend their bottoms out from the edge of a piece of wood and left rip into the river. Yes, the same river that they bath in, wash their clothes and take drinking water from. Saying that, we also had to wash our clothes and bath in this same water each day. The toilets are being provided to give them an alternative to the river and further incentive to stay in the village.
The rice field trip was a bit of a religious ceremony, Graham thought it was a race to see how many seeds could be sown in 30 minutes. All the locals were making fun of him since he was sweating profusely and was about ten metres ahead of everyone else. The whole point of the day was to slowly put the rice in the fertile ground and pray for the rains to come. We went and had lunch in a long house, then sampled the local rice wine, basically rocket fuel.
Mariana struggled to eat any food since she was sitting next to a basket of smoked meat including head, hoofs and arse which once was a deer called bambi.
As before, we were all engrossed in the topic of diseases, and one of the volunteer coordinators actually got malaria and typhoid.
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