This morning at breakfast we were regaled by our teacher’s tales of how he had giant yellow ants attacking him in his dream. That, my friends, is what taking cheap antimalarials does to you.
Today we trekked back up to the top of the hill to continue work on the plant nursery. By the end of the day we had made nine raised beds. We had to start off by chopping the grass with machetes and hoeing before we could build the soil up to make beds. The guys were carrying trees on their shoulders up the hill to make the sides of the beds. I helped haul some of the trees to put in the holes we had dug for the edge of the beds.
This evening we had ‘circle time’ in order to air any issues that we had as a group, as we had now been out there nearly a week. One of the guys walked out of the meeting as we had simply pointed out to him it had appeared to us that he was picking on one of the girls. A little while later a search party managed to go and find him though.
Next time: The waterfall walk.