Hokey Pokey and Roti

At dinner we found out where the chicken heads ended up... Ava found it in her bowl of tom yum soup. All she said at the table was "is that an eye??" and all of us jumped out of our seats to crowd around and see. Here is a (rather fantastic if I do say so myself) picture for your viewing pleasure.

Teaching went well today, it was only an hour so we didn't have to bs our way through too much. I found us some flashcards and markers/paper for the kids at the school and brought them to our classroom as backups. These ended up being Godsends. We started by doing names (couldn't say a single one) and the hokey pokey. They caught on quick and LOVED the hokey pokey, though Claudia being Venezuelan had never heard of it. Thus I was stuck singing it all alone for the duration.

We did some colors and alphabet work, which they already knew, but ran out of ideas with about 20 minutes to go. So I passed out paper and markers and had them copy my drawings of a cat and dog. Once they had done this Claudia had a stroke of genius and passed out the picture flash cards for them to copy. This kept them preoccupied for the remainder and their drawings were pretty adorable.

Afterwards we were back to work on the wall reinforcement. Thankfully we had a short day because after lunch we met with the founder of DEPDC, a man named Sompob who has been nominated for the Nobel peace prize 4 times (never won). He gave us a presentation about trafficking that lasted a good 2 hours while all of us tried not to fall asleep in the air conditioning. I asked an awesome question that he rambled around for a while and didn't really answer, then right as he's wrapped up and we're about to leave he starts talking about heaven. Out of no where. Not even kidding. And we are all still sitting there smiling and nodding like "what is going on right now?" It was bizarre...

Instead of just heading home Ava made us go back out and work for a final 30 minutes. We feel like Ava is going a little tiger mom on us, and I'm feeling really frustrated that she keeps cracking the whip unnecessarily. It makes me miss Africa, I don't feel very appreciated here, we're more like labor than volunteers. But in Africa they were so happy we were there and wanted us to have a good time and really rich experience. Here they want us to get a lot done. Also everyone spoke my language in Cape Town so I could build relationships, here we can't communicate and won't be building relationships with the kids. I suppose I'm just feeling frustrated at this point.

Anyways, moving on. After the chicken head dinner we went to the market in the truck again. This time I rode hanging on the back, just for the experience. Our market browsing turned into more of a dessert adventure. We found roti, which I think are actually Indian sweets. Regardless they are the best thing I have ever eaten. Everything bad for you wrapped up in wax paper. It's filo dough stretched out super thin, then fried on a skillet type thing in oil. A dab of margarine in the middle then it's folded into a square and flipped over to fry on the other side. Once it's golden brown dough it is taken off, covered in sweetened condensed milk and cocoa powder, then rolled up. Heavenly, you have no idea. I already want another one. Otherwise we just wandered down the street looking at random shops. Found this one and had to take a picture.