For the last 3 days excavation work has been on the front and centre of our agenda. Each morning we dragged our tired asses unwillingly into the hotel restaurant before we are graced by Bob Marley and his Jamaican tunes in the bus. It takes about 45 minutes for us to commute to the village, which gave most of us a chance to actually wake up before we get to the work site. The excavation is done in preparation of the foundation pouring for the two classrooms and the latrine. Clay soil, occasional encounter of bedrock, the sizzling sun, and the funky surprises (ants, snakes and other earthly creatures) makes digging this nearly 3 foot deep trench extra exciting. Many locals, children and adult alike, eagerly chime in to the excavation and our entertainment. Their slander bodies delivered surprising strength and endurance which had allowed us to move quickly. In the end, "Ho House" (AKA the southern classroom) pulled ahead and finished the excavation first. On our way home, fatigued, muddy, and down right smelly, were once again accompanied by the ever-repeating Bob Marley tape. As the mini bus full of us drive back on the road we have traveled twice a day for the past 5 days, I can't help but to bask in the amazement of just how far life can take you.
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