'Tis on this day that Captain Transit has fallen ill to the to the native disease, commonly referred to as something like "the common cold". It has not confined me to my quarters but has taken a toll through out the day. 'Twas a day no to be missed though as we had to review the entirety of the maintenance manual with the persons of each community charged with the protection of the system. All went smooth as we finished at Munini and made our way to our future site of Ntarama. After a rigorous talk with the land owner who had previously declined our original site plans, making our design for the coming semester increasingly difficult, we realized there had apparently been some kind of miscommunication because from there on out where ever we asked to build came with a beaming "nachee bazzo!", translating to "no problem!"
Moving forward to Gasebeya and Nyratoshu the maintenance education was carried out with out a problem. With extra time we sat down with the 35 kids that had been following us all day and had a small lesson regarding water quality and basic sanitation, of which we got surprisingly good feedback and questions. The hour loomed closer to 4:00 so we made our way back to Munini to catch our bus. My small friend from my last excursion to East Africa, Deborah, insisted on carrying my backpack that was roughly three quarters the size of her body and, when she walked up ahead of us, resembled something close to a mutant ninja turtle. We parted ways at Munini, knowing that we would be back the following day to continue our education work with the community.
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