New sports shirt for $4, official Adidas, it can't be sniffed at.
Day 66 - 28th August
So it was the last day of the working week and the kids were due to teach us their drills, applying what they had learned in the week. The groups took it one at a time and there were some fantastic drills. My particular favourite was showing awareness of pregnant women, whereby we had to stuff balls up our shirts in simulation then walk like pregnant women in and out of cones and team members. It brought a great sound of approval from the other kids and coaches alike and it was a fitting way to end a brilliant week with CAC and the other Cambodian coaches.
I was given another three hour break before DK and I went to project C and took four back to back lessons. The classes were much smaller than I was normally used to, this time averaging six kids per class. My other fellow volunteers who were teaching were there too and we had some banter with the kids whilst we taught them.
This actually has nothing to do with Cambodia but this picture is awesome so it's going in. Look at the photobomb from the dude behind us.
When the third lesson began, it started to rain as it does daily now - it's wet season of course. The lesson was played out beneath a canopy on concrete and then the final lesson was cancelled because the teacher didn't want the children outside. This didn't stop them.
They were jumping and swimming in puddles, trying to pull DK into the pools of rain eps steer and throwing buckets of water all over him. They also hid his flip flops and then brought me into the game, when a little girl ran up to me and said, 'Teacher, Teacher, do you like being wet?' My response of not being fussed and coming from England so I'm virtually always wet was met with a dousing from a bucket of water from two girls. How can you not laugh along with the kids when they do this?
I was then entertaining a four year old, who spoke better English than I did, by bouncing the ball really high and letting it smack me on the head. He thought it was hilarious and told me to do it again and again. After the twentieth attempt, I felt woozy.
I moved onto another kid, who had burned his foot badly on a fire earlier that week and couldn't walk. I gave him piggyback rides around the yard, from his class to the library, much to his delight. I love this project!
Come 5pm, it was time to leave and I was a little upset. It had been an awesome way to round off my first week as a Globalteer Sport volunteer. I'd taught a few lessons on my own, had great fun with the kids and DK and learned so much. Roll on the next eight weeks I say.
My minced pork baguette for dinner
Back at Chè Bou Savy, I met with Dan. We'd arranged to go out for dinner that evening, whilst Abigail went out with her volunteer colleague from Russia, Lena. We headed to the Red Piano, a quaint little spot on the end of pub street whilst they went to the Banana Leaf.
Our dimly lit pool table that was accompanied with a lady boy.
Later, we all met at the Yellow Submarine ( yes, a Beatles themed bar) for drinks and stories about our projects.
Finally, we headed back and retired to bed. Owe were getting up early (4:30am) for a sunrise visit to Angkor Wat - Jolie, eat your heart out baby!
