Armed with our supplies of textbooks, stationary and soccer balls, today we were visiting Little Angels Orphanage along the shore of Lake Bunyoni. Michael and I were assigned to a classroom jam packed with the younger children, probably around 5years old. They were learning about shapes in English, and any time a student correctly answered a question from the teacher, the whole class clapped 'Well done, well done [name], you are so very good and precious!'
After the teacher had finished, she invited Michael and I to the front to teach them some English. I continued teaching them about shapes and sang itsy bitsy spider. Michael just wanted to watch and got a scorning from the teacher for it!
Later the whole school gathered outside for some songs and games. Instantly about 10 children grabbed us foreigners' hands, obviously desperate for affection. They were very endearing, and had great big smiles as they clung to my legs. One of the tiny children, no older than three even fell asleep with her head on my knee. We sang lots of childrens songs, but when it came to the dancing aspect, those children put as to shame; those African's really know how to move!
Michael had really hoped that he would be able to play a game of soccer with the children, but I assume that they have a strict itinerary for visitors and he wasn't allowed. He helped to dish up the maize meal that the children would be having for their lunch.
After saying goodbye, we went on a canoe ride over Lake Bunyoni (the second deepest lake in the whole of Africa). There is an island in the middle of the lake, where the unmarried pregnant women used to be abandoned to die. Apart from this grim history, it is a beautiful area.
The boys, who had got into the canoe first, managed to 'pass on' the message from the local in the back, that in order to properly balance the canoe, the person at the front would need to row… which was me. This was of course a made-up lie by the lazy boys, but I took it to heart. Despite having bad food poisoning and not eaten anything for days, I helped row the entire way back, while Michael was more than happy to sit back and enjoy his cruise. He is a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE person.

Michael's note: There was a guy at the back propelling us. We were quite clearly told that oars were if we felt like helping. Myself and Paul, the other guy in our tour group, didn't feel like it so we gave the girls the oars. Ella chose to paddle there was no gun to her head.