No You May Not Sleep In

6/5

So this morning our alarm went off at 9:30.  We had whole heartedly planned on getting up and going into town to the Sunday market, but when the obnoxious beeping was going off we changed our minds.  Chrissy made a sound that clearly meant she had no intentions of getting out of bed, and I took that as my cue to fall back asleep.  When we finally got up it was around 10:30, and from the sound of it, most of the neighborhood had been long awake.  Chrissy went to open our door to go to the bathroom and found that it was locked.  She turned around with a confused look on her face and said “I think we’re locked in, but before I panic can you come check.”  Sure enough, the door was locked, and we concluded that the keys were not even in it.  We called Mubanga and embarrassingly told him that we were locked in out room, and he came to open the door.  When he unlocked it he said “Oh, I’m sorry” and it was then that I realized that he had locked our door and taken our keys.  Whhhaaatt?  Not quite sure how that could have happened…. punishment for not getting up early, or done the night before?  Now if Mubanga hadn’t been here when we called we would have been completely stuck, since there are bars on the windows and no other way out.  What a great start to our second day in Zambia.

We took our malaria pills and Chrissy learned the hard way that she definitely needs to eat something before ingesting that lovely large blue pill.  Blaahh, nauseous at 11 in the morning – but don’t worry, she stayed strong and made it through.  We then got picked up and left for our work site.  Oh wait, I forgot to mention that when we tried to leave the house, the outer gate had a lock on it as well and no keys to be found.  Boy they really like locking people in here huh.  Sammy, the guy who picked us up, just laughed when we said we couldn’t get out.  Chrissy went to find the keys and we finally left.

At the work site we did the same thing as yesterday, coaching the girls soccer, I mean football, team.  It was a lot better today because we were prepared and wearing our cleats.  We also got to play with them a little too.  I really enjoyed being able to give them coaching points and teach them technique.  The other coaches encourage us to give our input and the girls are always respectful when we speak.  They have a tradition that whenever a coach gives instructions, they say “coach” after each specific sentence.  It seems like a way that they players can show respect and indicate that they are listening and understand the instructions/advice.  Two girls got hurt today, rolling their ankles.  It seemed like a coincidence but maybe that just happens a lot here.  The coaches took off the girls’ cleats and just had them sit on the side for a bit.  No ice, no bandage, nothing.  It’s hard to imagine such young girls getting injured and having nothing to help heal it.  Guess we will just have to get used to that part of the culture.

Oh ya and one more thing, our meals for today:  breakfast = peanut butter and cheerios, lunch = luna/cliff bar, dinner = peanut butter and cheerios….We really need to go grocery shopping.