This morning I managed to sleep in until 9:30am, and slept relatively well after Queenie keeping me up so late. Breakfast for me this morning was three small roast potatoes, I ate one, but again they were greasy and salty, so I could not eat the rest. I ate a parachichi for breakfast and left the skin on my plate in hope that Kabalo might realise I do not like potatoes for breakfast and I had to eat something else. When I told him I could not eat bread for breakfast I didn't expect to end up with chips or roast potatoes. Tonight, I am staying at the orphanage as I am on evening shift with Vale, so hopefully, Monday's breakfast will be better! I said I like eggs and fruit, so am half hoping for one of those, but here, it is very unlikely. Kabalo has already spent all of our money! So although I have paid $10 a day for food and accomodation, as have the other dadas, the money is gone, and so we eat minimal, but it is not healthy or right to eat so little. The children at the orphanage eat more than we do!

After breakfast Lael, Delia and I went to town for a coffee (or a tea for me). It's an absolutely glorious day, the sun is shining and it's so warm! Lael orderd a jam sandwich for herself and we ended up with one each which was quite funny. I gave mine to Lael and Delia which they shared. We were talking about our home towns. They live about an hour away from mountains in which they are able to ski, very lucky! Hopefully, we will stay in contact and they can visit me in England. They love beaches as it is the one thing that Switzerland does not have, so although I have told them Weston sea is brown, they said they don't mind as they like the sand and to them a beach is holiday time.

We went to find some African style flip flops for myself, I found a really nice pair, but the guy tried to charge me Mzungu price of 25000 shillings. I haggled to 13000 shillings but he wouldn't budge. I left them, I might find some more, and if not, I will go back.

We asked for lunch at 13:00 so that we could go back into town this afternoon, but obviously African 13:00 is not the same as a normal 13:00, so it was late, and I was starving. Kabalo cooked again, it was quite nice, mixed vegetables with a bit of cheese, but I picked the banana out. We all think that Kabalo has started cooking as a man from the organisation in which Lael, Delia and Mathilde booked the orphanage with is visiting today in order to check over things and get feedback on the house and orphanage. The children are lovely, but the house is disgusting, it is not a place suitable for living, it's very dirty, Kabalo provides no water, if we did not buy it ourselves, we would go thirsty, they give us one tea in the morning and that is it. Last night I asked for some hot water in order to have a cup of tea, he wasn't very pleased about giving me a bit of water, but I got it after about an hour.

I am currently in an internet cafe, although it just had a power cut. After this we are going to stay in the town for a short while and I will pop to the market to buy some fruit for later at the orphanage and tomorrow.

Vale and Andrea are returning from Arusha today. Vale and I are on evening duty at the orphanage which starts around 18:00 and we leave around 10:00 tomorrow morning. It will be my first evening shift. All of the dadas have said how cold it is at night there so to make sure that I wrap up warm. I definitely will! I am unsure if I will get tea before I leave for the orphanage this evening, so I will make sure I have some food with me.

I am constantly hungry here. I was texting Mum last night and she ever so kindly rubbed it in that she was at a family BBQ with chicken, burgers and sausages, which did not help when I had not had my tea and then tea turned out to be disgusting. I am going crazy with hunger. It makes me so edgy. It is not right for us to be so hungry all of the time. It's not as if we do nothing all day. We walk to the orphanage and back, which is 45 minutes all around trip and play with the children, so we are burning a fair bit of energy but living on barely anything. This is why I have to buy fruit, otherwise, I do not know how I would currently be surviving. This is not the African way of living, African portions are usually generous, with rich, vegetables and meat, but not where we are staying.

Sorry for the rant, just need to get these things off of my chest sometimes. All of the dadas feel the same. They've thought the same for a long time. They are all doing so well to stay here so long, but the same as I, the children help them get through it and they buy loaves of bread, butter, fruit, parachichi and have their own mini kitchens where they make food after our meals in order to fill them up.

It's only 15:15 here now, the sun is still shining which is great! I hope everything is well back home. Apologies again for the lack of photos, I will be sure to upload them once I return to Dar es Salaam

H