Maudit Friday

Nathaniel and my Finding Nemo Bandaid
(which you can hardly see)


The way my mornings start usually helps determine the rest of my day. I like my mornings with a nice breakfast and sunshine.

Last Friday, as I hung my towel on the pipe that protrudes off the wall of the bathroom, it burst, and the water gushed all over me, flooded the bathroom and the girls' room. Ditte knocked on the door to tell me that their room was being inundated, and she later made fun of me of how calm I was while the pressure of the water was pushing me towards the door as I softly and politely asked her to call Chris, the hostel manager. Chris and I took 30 minutes to clean the girls' room. Wet towels, wet room, wet pjs, wet clothes, wet, wet, wet... this was not going to be my day.

Later, getting ready to go to Kili Kids, it took me half an hour, as is the ritual, to start off the crappy motorcycle I rented while Paul and a few others in the hostel stood around and couldn’t stop laughing. On the way to the orphanage, we ran out of oil, and on our way back, we got a flat tyre.

In the lawn, playing badminton in the afternoon, Ayelet hit the shuttle cock too close to Butter*, the hostel dog, and when I tried to retrieve it, I accidentally stepped on his leg, and he jumped and almost ate my balls.

After badminton, it was time for football, and Sennedy, the Masai guard, elbowed me on my forehead and I started bleeding profusely. I now have a nice wound which might end up being a permanent scar.

To make things alright, Ayelet gave me a few of her “Finding Nemo” band-aids for the evening at the bar with the hostel mates.
It was a cloudy Friday.

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*Ayelet claims it was not her fault and the incident was entirely my fault