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Read my full day to day blog of my first big overseas solo trip.
Day 80 (24th Feb 2016) A schedule has formed and this is what life feels like being a teacher. 8:30am class as usual that student will go to 9:30. 9:30 my second class of the day starts with three students all wanting to learn something new each day. 10:30 the class finishes and all the girls head out for some early lunch. This time we hunt down a tuk tuk and get there at 11:15. We have decided on a vegetarian place that looks so fancy and the meals are a decent price. Coming back to the house just in time to start my afternoon class which will go till about 4:00pm.
Later decided we should try do some exercise as with our busy schedules and travelling I have been doing little to no exercise besides climbing the stairs each day and with rice being a major part of every meal let’s just say I may need to buy a size bigger of all my clothes. We walk over to the Olympic stadium where there are massive groups of dancers all doing their own thing. Anyone can join and just start moving in whatever direction you like. Each station will play slightly different music so you pick which style you like and go for it. Dancing is a great workout! I find a hill that is the ramp up to the stadium and start doing laps up and down. Last lap is done with step lunges and let’s just say I have never felt more like a grandma then when doing those. My bones were creaking and clicking with every step down, my back was sore, my bum still not yet recovered from all the motto riding and to top it all off when we arrived back at the house everyone said there was now soccer and we got to leave right now.
With no dinner yet in my stomach I hopped onto the motto and headed down to the fields to play night soccer with the boys. If I didn’t already feel old well tomorrow I am going to feel even worse. Have you ever tried playing soccer with boys who: (a) Are just as good as the real thing, (b) Will kick the ball right at you even when you are less than a metre away, (c) I had no soccer boots nor shin pads therefore my legs are covered with bruises that are already visible, and lastly (d) Playing with guys that are prepared and have steal cap boots that hurt like a b#%@ when are forced into your skin and toes. After all of this it was still a good game. I managed to get the ball a lot more times than the first time with the boys so at least I felt like I was contributing to the game and not just an obstacle in the way who may reach for the ball, do the odd kick and not even skim the ball as it goes past.
xx Kirsty Claire xx