Hop aboard the train to crazy-ville

So, Victor and Christina left for three days to Pemba, meaning that I am now king of the orphanage! Just kidding. People much more qualified than I are running the place. And while Victor's absence does not necessarily mean chaos, it does mean that everything is starting to go to hell in a lovely, traditional African hand-woven basket.

So far we've had: People learning to drive the big truck using the trial-by-fire method, boys dressing like girls, the girls holding a weight lifting competition (the real ones, not the boys pretending to be girls), people passing out from heat-exhaustion and smoke inhalation, killer rats on the roof, a freak dust storm, impromptu street-fighting lessons courtesy of yours truly (we watched Rambo 3 a few days ago, so that makes me an expert), a broken alternator, no water in the cistern, a flooded cistern, we lost power, people have been threatening to eat me, and I accidentally started two Michael Jackson rumors.

So far its been a pretty eventful anything-that-can-go-wrong-will first 8 hours without adult supervision. It only gets better from here. Be sure to tune in for the next post entitled: Cobras. Pictures included.