Mon 11/01/10 01:59

The next day we went back to the orphanage and distributed the clothing and other stuff that we bought the day before. This day was fun because we were there for a while. Most of us played around with the kids, like soccer or cricket… I even got involved and played a little keep-away football. In fact I ended up falling and hurting my wrist later on. It was kind of funny too because I didn’t know if I should tell anyone or just keep it to myself at first. After about 30 minutes my wrist was swelling up so much that in the back of my mind I was thinking that maybe I broke or chipped the bone so I mentioned something to Sareh. It was embarrassing though, I don’t like to draw attention to myself and being visible hurt (swelling) was exactly that, attention.

  

Oh yeah, earlier in the day I went for a walk along the road. I was getting a little bit angry and frustrated with the group and had to find some way to get away. When I say “a little bit” what I actually mean is I was seriously angry. The only thing I could think of was to stay away from everyone and go for a walk. Of course this made the group mad at me too, so I kind of ended up starting drama. I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t stop myself and I had seen it, the anger, forming for a couple of days.  I don’t know if they are still angry with me or not, but my guess is that they are.

  

Along my walk I saw a monitor lizard… a huge lizard. I heard it before I saw it too, I hear this crunching of leaves and twigs and look over and there is this huge lizard disappearing into the bushes. Very impressive. One of the things that I kind of got a kick out of was the reaction of the locals to my presence. It seemed that they don’t get too many people like me around there by the way they stared. Most of the people said something or smiled at me, but almost all of them seemed to be surprised.:)

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