There’s always one teacher in every school that a bit of a hypocrite, the one that’s just blames others for all their mistakes, the one that’s so old they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a kid. Well I was about to meet this one such person who would make the next course the toughest one yet. After my course left we had a days planning before they arrived. This was to be our first educational course and to help matters the teacher coming was meant to be quite the hand full. Well on the course day they arrived (2hrs late) and I met the fat one, at first not appearing to be too bad just a bit snooty, so the first day went off without a hitch. The following day was an early start as I had to drive to the next village to collect the cooks. After breakfast it was off to do an educational hike round the forest and plantation. This was going fine until we arrived at the forest and the fat one insisted that the other group not visit the plantation. So to avoid giving our group an unfair advantage we just took then on an exploration of the forest, climbing up waterfalls and so on, much more fun than any study sheet. After the mornings slight hiccup the rest of the day was plan sailing. Doing GDs and Obstacle course was fine, but this group has to be by far the worst and least organised team. In the evening I was called out on an emergency supply run, fetching medication from one neighbour to give to the other; although it turned out to not really be an emergency at all. However it was a good excuse to go for a drive and practise on dirt road in the poring rain, a lot of counter steering was done. Night duty was painful, the kids were kept up till 2300hrs doing work in silence whiles been pumped full of sweets and hot chocolate, so when the work was done it was no wonder they didn’t want to go to sleep. But after a painful hour of pleading with them to go to sleep I final got them all in bed and could get some sleep myself. The next day I was fetching the ladies again and I learnt along the way that I couldn’t really drive and drink coffee at the same time. After breakfast it was off to do a small environmental trail, but the fat one had other plans insisting on a full ecology talk and then a trip too the bushman paintings. Well there was just not enough time for this and by the time magic waterfall had been added to the wish list we arrived back at camp 2hrs 30mins late with some very hungry kids. Back at camp I was called out on another errand to fetch the missing potji pot before re-joining the group to do a crane tour. The rest of the day went smoothly after this and we made a big fire with flames taller than me to celebrate the last night. Round the fire we made stick bread and the sympathiser reassured us that we had done a good job and reminded us that we only had to spend 4 days with the fat one. The last day, it was nearly all over but there was still time for a few more dramas. Firstly my alarm not going off so I was late picking up the ladies but luckily it was an easy meal to prepare so breakfast wasn’t delayed. Then we were demanded to put on the Entabeni Olympics so we did so before doing the final prizing giving session, but it’s not over till the fat lady sings and she demanded more work be done. So we waited patiently outside with the now nervous bus driver (there was a group at 1300 to pick up and right now it looked like it was going to be a late pick up) who had been good company waiting for them to finally GO!
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