Ange on Tour Begins

So it's been a while and life is different.
I'm back in Arusha after a horrendous month back home. No insult to my wonderful sydney family who made the whole shitfight so much easier, but I'm certainly happy to be back.
It's been almost a week and my neck has finally stopped siezing, my headache is gone and i'm sleeping through the night. The rains are here so it's beautiful and green and we've got a whole new cast of volunteers to keep the entertainment going.
Carmod and I are reunited with a rediscovered obsession with jibjab, a website that puts your head on a dancing body. Actually it puts any head, including my new pet goat Konnie. Never have you seen the Mexican Hat Dance til you've seen Konnie and I ripping it up. http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/gxwKKXGHPq8nzaAh?cmpid=jj_fb_friend_edf

Ange.
Well after a lovely final weekend roadtrip to Bowral and a couple of bottles of vino at Palmy with the girls we got on the plane seriously rooted but knowing everything was done, sorted and we can move on.
Dear old Ange had a good flight. No issues with security and she got a window seat for her first view of Africa. No complaints so far so I guess 'tour guide' approves. She's got her own little possie above my bed with the pic from the service and her 'Ange on Tour' book. And the candle I lit on the coffin is making my room smell beautiful.

It's been lovely to see the mamas and kids again and Mudi's welcome home 'man chai' was the best i've had so far. Work is back on track and i'm off to market tomorrow for Thursday veggie day. But of course nothing is ever quite normal so yesterday's 'shit sorting' wasn't completely out of the box, albeit a little gross. It's quite simple. The biodigestor won't take anything non organic or undigested by the cows. No grass, no sticks, no corn cobs, no nails and certainly no batteries. As of yet a machine hasn't been invented to handle such a lovely task - well i'm sure it has but why buy something new when hands do the job just fine? I'll let the picture speak for itself but suffice to say we were forearm deep in watered down poop squeezing half eaten grass to conserve every juicy ounce of goodness. I left Ange at home for that little experiment, there are some things she probably doesn't have to witness.

Konnie, on the other hand, she'd love. Named after a delicious local brew 'Konyagi', a personal favourite of Carmod and I, she is taking to life at the Village with a token amount of stubborness Ange would definitely respect. Today has been day one of training and if we keep going like this i'll have her jumping through fire hoops in no time. She knows her name, wags her tail at kissy noises - carmod can take full credit for that one - headbuts the dogs unprovoked (and myself when she gets the urge) and has a wonderful sense of comic timing. Mid team meeting to discuss the ins and outs of owning a goat in communal living and she unceremoniously jumps up onto the living room bench next to Carmod's head. Good goat.

Well i've been back for 6 days and heading off now for my second chipsy (hot chip omelette) so I better get my gumboots out, rain coat on (thanks Mum) and brave the weather. Might tie Konnie up first since I don't trust my training techniques, as good as they are, to work when i'm not around. And something tells me a kitchen laced with goat shit isn't condusive to happy communal living.
lots of love, Laws and Ange