On Friday evening I opened the back door to see Cooper's kombi covered in graffiti. It turned out that the secondary learners (who had been making us promise all week that we would watch them play in the football tournament) had been given permission to decorate the bus and well... they had got rather excited. 
The bus was covered in the nicknames of all the players (some of them, such as 'Randy-Rudie' gave Daisy and I quite a lot of amusement) and pictures of football etc. Our names even made an appearance :)
Of course the moment I started taking photos of the bus the learners insisted that I should take their photos as well. And so once again I found myself acting as the (rather reluctant) paparazzi as the kids started jumping around in front of the camera, determined to be the sole center of attention! 
Of course there always has to be one clown in any situation. One of the boys had plastered green paint all over his hands and then had done hand prints on his face. While Daisy and I were both in the process of taking photos of him (as he struck a number of hilarious poses) one girl made the stupid mistake of annoying him. Unsurprisingly, she also ended up with a green face.
The next day was incredibly busy. We started off the day by going to watch a bit of the soccer tournament. Scrambling up the stands without falling to my death was quite an achievement really, especially considering that the stands were pretty tall and spaced apart, and that i was wearing a dress and sandals.
Unfortunately there were a lot of random, drunk men who weren't from Tses and so we soon found ourselves bombarded with questions about who we were, where we came from and why we were here.
After a while I decided to head back to the school to watch the dancing. Schools and groups from all over the region were attending so it was pretty busy. Each group danced what I was told was a traditional Nama dance, slightly personalised for each group. It was really interesting to watch, although admittedly after the first ten or so groups had stood up it did become rather repetitive.
But it was still amazing to watch, and some of the outfits were truly incredible. There were so many bright colours and crazy patterns! Some of the groups even had their faces painted.
Later in the afternoon (once it was a tiny bit cooler) I went back to the football tournament to watch the secondary pupils play their match. I'll put my hands up to the fact that I know next to nothing about football and I have no interest in it whatsoever, so my presence there was more one of moral support than genuine interest.
So I sat and chatted to some of our learners while Daisy and Sachi actually payed attention to the football. Unfortunately our boys lost 3-1 but according to the other two they deserved to lose as they were playing terribly.
There was an amusing moment at the football though. This random random little boy had seemingly fallen in love with Daisy. Declaring that she was his Mother he threatened to beat up anyone who tried to sit next to her (he did actually headbutt one little girl in the face at one point - another example of the violence here!) I decided that the only logical thing to do in this situation was to try to make him angry, and so every time he looked away I would give Daisy a massive hug until he noticed - I am just so mature.
So overall it was a rather hectic, but lovely day. Thankfully Sunday was a bit more quiet so we had some time to catch up on our sleep!
Monday night gave us some entertainment as well. The football boys were expected to clean up their own mess and so Cooper drove his kombi over to the tap in the yard, and left it with a couple of buckets and what looked like some fairy liquid. The phrase 'how many idiots does it take to clean a kombi' soon seemed appropriate. Apparently it's only two, as the rest of the boys sat down on the rocks and simply watched their team mates doing the hard work.
Watching soon became rather irritating for us though. The boys were quite simply, pathetic at cleaning the van (years of having to clean the car with my parents seem to have rubbed off) and Daisy and I were both convinced that we could have cleaned it in the time the kids sat there discussing what to do. But we managed to resist the temptation to do it ourselves (how shocking) and instead decided to watch a movie :)
After a while I decided to head back to the school to watch the dancing. Schools and groups from all over the region were attending so it was pretty busy. Each group danced what I was told was a traditional Nama dance, slightly personalised for each group. It was really interesting to watch, although admittedly after the first ten or so groups had stood up it did become rather repetitive.
Later in the afternoon (once it was a tiny bit cooler) I went back to the football tournament to watch the secondary pupils play their match. I'll put my hands up to the fact that I know next to nothing about football and I have no interest in it whatsoever, so my presence there was more one of moral support than genuine interest.
So I sat and chatted to some of our learners while Daisy and Sachi actually payed attention to the football. Unfortunately our boys lost 3-1 but according to the other two they deserved to lose as they were playing terribly.
There was an amusing moment at the football though. This random random little boy had seemingly fallen in love with Daisy. Declaring that she was his Mother he threatened to beat up anyone who tried to sit next to her (he did actually headbutt one little girl in the face at one point - another example of the violence here!) I decided that the only logical thing to do in this situation was to try to make him angry, and so every time he looked away I would give Daisy a massive hug until he noticed - I am just so mature.Monday night gave us some entertainment as well. The football boys were expected to clean up their own mess and so Cooper drove his kombi over to the tap in the yard, and left it with a couple of buckets and what looked like some fairy liquid. The phrase 'how many idiots does it take to clean a kombi' soon seemed appropriate. Apparently it's only two, as the rest of the boys sat down on the rocks and simply watched their team mates doing the hard work.
Watching soon became rather irritating for us though. The boys were quite simply, pathetic at cleaning the van (years of having to clean the car with my parents seem to have rubbed off) and Daisy and I were both convinced that we could have cleaned it in the time the kids sat there discussing what to do. But we managed to resist the temptation to do it ourselves (how shocking) and instead decided to watch a movie :)
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