Two days to go..
Two. It's a funny word. If you say it often enough it's one of those that loses all meaning. I recently spent some time with my grandson who is learning Welsh. He kept saying 'Die, Die, Die!' to me while simultaneously attacking me with a couple of Paw Patrol figures. I thought it a bit harsh considering I was doing my best to entertain him, but now I realise that 'Dau' is the word for two in Welsh and it sounds exactly like... you get it.
I've packed a lot of brightly coloured things, so I don't stand out in Africa by being beige. Currency obtained (dollars of course), two phones, chargers, small stuffed furry animal and various bits of ironmongery poked into the corners of my suitcase. Sounds dodgy eh, that stuffed animal? Hoping they'll allow it in the hold. I'm trying to get out on the Tiger one last time before leaving, perhaps I'll be able to borrow a small 250cc from Claire once in Mwanza and run up and down some dusty roads scaring chickens. Or maybe there are no chickens in the road? Perhaps they've all crossed over? If so, why?
I don't think that pictures of my packing are actually that interesting, likewise of me eating or sleeping, so instead here's an photo of a slow worm, taken at the weekend in Wales. Apparently neither worm nor snake, it's a lizard. I expect I'll be seeing many more lizards where I'm going..
For now just a short update, I look forward to filling you in on the situation in Mwanza regarding the Pikilily project from the ground on the next blog. Exciting times :-)
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