Saturday 1st and Sunday 2nd November

As we entered into the third calander month of our time in Sierra Leone we were both feeling pretty happy with what we had achieved so far. The week coming however as you may already of read was a week for catching up on paperwork and having some well earned rest. Saturday started exactly that way for one of us, not mentioning any names but one of us may have been able to sleep in till 10am. The other one of us had a message from the Bishop at 7.45am to go to his house for a quick chat about the weekend coming and to try on a new alb, since Mark took his back accidentially. Its not like the one of us who had to go is jealous or anything but he definately feels the other is a lazy boy!

We then spent some time talking over what to do this week. We decided that I would continue with some of the report writing while Loz (you may now know who is who in the above senario) was going to spend sometime in the orphanage at Kissy. We would finish with a two day holiday to Lakka a beautiful unspoilt beach just off the south coast of Freetown. You may already have read about that two. We intend on spending some time sunbathing and then going out fishing with one of the locals. Making you jealous yet??

Anyway back to saturday, we had asked Fatta to do the cooking for our evening meal. He made a wonderful african stew (I think you would have loved it Dunc I'm being taught how to cook it so that I can make a batch for your folks) The afternoon involved a short trip to the diocesan office to do alittle work and check on the internet. Later I had to go off for a confirmation service while Lozza relaxed on the balcony. The service at All Saints, Kissy Road was lovely with 19 candidates and I was back home to enjoy the evening meal with two beers(a gift from the parish), I was so generous I even gave Loz one.

On Sunday we went off to Bishop Crowther Memorial Church, it was an Africana Sunday service, this meant that all the hymns and sermon was in Kreol, amazingly we understood most of it which is a good sign, if only we had the confidence to speak more of it. During the service we were welcomed and then I was able to present a computer (I have photos Big man) a gift that the church really apprieciated. Lozza read one of the lessons, fortunately for him this was in English.

After the sevice we headed back for a quick change and then we went to meet the West Wittering group. They were due to leave their hotel at 3pm in time to board the ferry, we got to spend half an hour with them and then they left, they should be back in England by now. It just happened that the hotel was right on Lumley beach, so after much deliberation as you can imagine(about two seconds) we decided to have a little dip. We took two frisbys with us, thinking they float we were chucking them round in the sea. We soon discovered they didn't float. The first went down very quickly the second lasted maybe 20minutes. Sadly we then had nothing. We continued spending time in the sea just enjoying relaxing and about 40minutes later Loz yelled the loudest cry ever, I thought 'oh no he has been bitten', not so out of the water popped the young man with one of the frisbys a miricule some might call it! Eventually we lost it and finally decided enough was enough and headed home, first calling at the supermarket for supplies and finishing the evening on the balcony with a game of Uno, what a remarkable change in events.