Broken bridges

This week is going smoothly. We are all settling into our roles and it is nice to find a routine. Earlier in the week our director was visiting kids at their homes to talk about the next session of the camp. She was telling us that she had to cross like 10 small bridges to cross rivers or creeks on her way into the forests to find the houses. She said that the bridges were very old and rickety. Well, on the way back from the houses, one of the bridges she was on actually broke and she fell through it into the water. Nghi, the Vietnamese director was with her and when she jump in after her the rest of the bridge collapsed. It seems too crazy to be true, since you really only see that stuff in movies. It just makes you think about what these kids have to go through just to get to school everyday.

Yesterday I went to the local market after work and bought some hooks and fishing line for this weekend. We go to a uninhabited beach and I play to have a go at fishing. Since I do not have a fishing pole, I asked one of the Vietnamese guys that works with us if I could use some bamboo. Today he brought me two 10ft green bamboo poles that he said could handle up to a 2kg fish. Although we may need something stronger for the ocean, these will be quite fun to use this weekend and in the local rivers.

The kids are having fun, as are we, and as we get more comfortable together the harder it will be to say goodbye to everyone next weekend.

Cheers for now!