My Life as a Mzungu

I've got a little routine going:
Breakfast, School, Beach, Beach Bar, Sleep

I am still white as snow though. That SPF 50 is doing its job well... too well. People still point at me, and I still hear "Jambo, Jambo!" wherever I go. Becca and I are like
The orphanage is not really an orphanage at all. It's a school, and half the kids have village celebrities, we're kind of a big deal.
parents, and go home for lunch. Mama Hope asked me if I had anything planned for lunch, after I had given them tons of school supplies. She's not exactly greatful. Anyway, we are supposed to teach these kids, and about half speak fluent English. I've given up on teaching and just play games with them all day. It's not at all what I pictured. So, I am starting to volunteer at the hospital on monday. Becca worked at an orphanage in Thika and she said it was WAY DIFFERENT (and WAY better). She's also coming to the hospital instead. Mama Hope is in it for the money I think, and she grinds my gears lol. I hear good things about the hospital, so we shall see.

I'm starting to miss flushing toilets, running taps, and washing my hair. It'll pass I think. AND, UGANDA NEXT WEEKEND!! White water rafting down the Nile and bungee jumping!!

So, last night we ended up getting drunk with the British army guys and ended up at Shakatak's. Apparently, it's a common place for hookers to pick up white men. Imagine, there were about 7 white guys, and me and becca.

Well, that's all I can think of for now!
I'll write again soon!
XOXO