The early wake up yesterday was unappreciated and it did not help that it was to paint. However I had more fun than I expected. It's actually quite satisfying painting walls. No fine detail is required, just a roller and a bucket of paint. A lot of the kids from my class were at the high school we went to which was nice as I ended up getting them to do the painstaking job of sanding graffiti off the walls. We painted for 4 hours and by the end I was covered in blue paint as a result of a pre-meditated paint attack from two of the people working for Projects Abroad. Don't worry, I got them back. Legally of course. At 12 O'clock, looking like William Wallace in Braveheart, I returned home. I was slightly tempted to charge in the front door of my host family's house screaming 'FREEDOM', but I wasn't sure to what extent the work of Mel Gibson has permeated the Galapagos Islands, so I restrained myself. That afternoon in class only half the class turned up because it was 'Children's Day' here and I wondered why the UK hasn't cottoned onto this. I may have to introduce it. Anyway as a result we just played a couple of games and then I let them go 20 minutes early, which they were very grateful for.
Today I played football for probably the first time in 6 months. In the morning I helped out with a couple of the other volunteers with the trials for the local football team. They then told me to come back at 4 when the locals had a match. I duly did so. I was slightly fearful that the standard would be pretty high, but my fears were quickly washed away. And I will have you all know I actually played alright. I see myself as a Paul Scholes type player, just sitting in the middle of the park pulling all the strings. After about an hour or so, the scores were tied and we suddenly hit them on the break. I flew down the right wing and cut in, the ball was played through to me... I was through on goal... time seemed to slow down... the stage was set... head down I decided to put my foot through the ball and did so. Fabulously struck, the ball flew into the back of the net leaving the keeper red faced and I turned round triumphantly. Only to find they had called it offside. They hadn't called a single offside the entire match up until that moment. I could have broken down in tears, but I did not and carried on. In my head, I scored a legitimate goal, and that's all that matters. Humour me please.
This evening I'm going out with the other volunteers one last time, which should be fun. Then tomorrow one of the football coaches invited a few of us to go out on his boat in the afternoon which I'm looking forward to a lot. I will let you know how it all goes. Until next time.
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