Well now here we are. The last day of the last week of my stay. Happy Friday!!! said the only American girl staying here this morning, as she says every week. Every single English atom of my being hates this. One time she said this and followed it with "But I would also say Happy Tuesday!". While that very English part of me wanted to snap at her, another even more English part took over so instead I said "Yes, so would I probably."

I digress somewhat. So, my week. Its been action packed it really has. Apart from Monday which was fairly normal although I did play football with bare feet like everyone else, and instantly realised that I had soft pink feet and they did not. I hurt. Tuesday was a lot of fun as we organised our own sixaside footy tournament for about 30 kids. We were worried if they would all turn up beforehand, but actually around 100 more came to watch! I had the honour of refereeing the final between team A and team B and you will be somewhat unmoved to learn that team A won. But they did, and were presented with some lovely football shirts. They seemed touched at the time, but the next day I did see one of them using one of the shirts as a towel at the beach. Needs must as they say.

Wednesday was my meeting with the Chief of the village! Well now this was an honour. And by gum was he old. You'll be able to see this for yourself when I bring home the photos, but to say that he was as old as the hills would be doing hills everywhere an injustice. Wisdom seeped from his every pore. (is it seeped? sept possibly?) I don't know why but I imagined some kind of all singing all dancing karate chopping chief, but then again I do have the mind of an 8 year old. I should have remembered Pocahontas where the chief is very very old. I think I know someone who looks like Pocahontas. Hmm. Anyway at the chief's house we had lunch, which was sema (a kind of flour based very plan base food) and cabbage, tomatoes and eggs. It was actually superb considering it had been cooked under a makeshift shelter in a rusty pan over a tiny fire. Chiefy, if you're reading this, ta very much for the scoff.

Thursday is (until midnight) yesterday, so I should remember it quite well. But I don't. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm school... then I think AH YES I remember now, we had another African cooked meal with the headteacher and his deputy to celebrate us leaving. No wait... oh you know what I mean. Celebrate our stay would perhaps be better. I returned home to find my roommate Nick still ill. Rumours circulate today about possible malaria, which sounds REALLY SCARY DOESN'T IT. A couple of weeks ago I was out of action for a few days with a small bug. As people returned home after projects on one day one of the girls, who was a medical volunteer, came to see how I was doing. I described the symptoms and just explained that I was a bit under the weather. She however saw fit to mention, in passing, the M word. Malaria. So named after the italian for 'bad air' because people used to think it was spread respiratorially. Malaria. Not being a medically clued up guy but actually somewhat of a hypochondriac, and her being a student of medicine, I may have panicked. Frantic texts were sent, wills were written, smelling salts were ordered and sent away again, I had people scrubbing my feet, people fanned me with palm leaves - I loved it.

In reality (now this may shock you) most of those are lies, and as I said - I only had a bug.

Friday is today and the last day of projects. A very sad day - saying goodbye to all the people I have met on projects is emotional. Yesterday I got so emotional saying goodbye to one of the football coaches I gave him the shirt off my back. He gave me some nice bracelets today though - what a charming man.

Anyway I think I'm late for a boat. We are taking some of the kids to another village along the coast to do a play they've been working on and all involved are very excited. This could be my last proper blog from the country because we have a hectic last weekend ahead.

If it is I thank you for reading and supporting me while out here. I will probably write again from Nairobi as I have a 6 hour stopover and I know theres an internet cafe.

Until next time, tionana, and nobubu.