Kihonda, Morogoro, Tanzania!

Well, we're all moved in! We just got home after a quite stressful day ending in a good dancing session with all the girls! They are preparing a fashion show for us on Friday, and somehow the rehearsals always end with the inevitable butt-shaking! This morning we went to the International School with the non-formal girls to teach them to swim. It was complete and utter chaos, but fun nonetheless. Just as Polly was about to explain the basic rules of swimming - not diving in the shallow end, and no running - the girls eagerly dived in (the shallow end) and proceeded to jump around and almost-drown. When we managed to regain control, we tried to teach doggy paddle, resulting in thirty girls basically running on the bottom of the pool and yelling "Look Madam!"
After swimming, we went with Loveness, Polly's housekeeper, into Morogoro town to learn how to use the dalla dalla bus and then to go to the huge fruit and vegetable market in the centre of town. Haphazardly strewn burlap sacks and tin roofing make up the roof of the busy market, and are sometimes so low, you have to duck to pass through. Around the narrow pathways are huge sacks of beans, rice and flour to make the Tanzanian specialty ugali. The prices astounded us - for a kilo of sugar and a kilo of flour it was only two thousand Tsh - about one dollar. As we made our way through the piles of tomatoes, bananas, and pineapples, children followed us around, harassing us to buy a plastic bag from them. Once we had finished shopping, we were picked up by Peter, the school driver, and squished into the small car with the matron of the school, a Maasai warrior, Peter, and Loveness. What a strange situation to be in! We were expected to be at the school at half past one for our computer lesson with the girls, but either it was lost in translation (Swahili time is different) or they just didn't care (time is not of essence in Tanzanian culture!) Therefore, we got to the school ten minutes before the end of our lesson, and were just told nonchalantly to take over the next lesson.
We are now exhausted, but at least we get to come back to our beautiful home. We now have to boil water for drinking and teeth cleaning, and make our dinner of rice and raw vegetables as we forgot to buy oil and other essentials when at the market. Plus, we don't yet know 'oil' in Kiswahili! Kwaheri (goodbye)!