So, I forgot to mention that I found the Jews here. Yep, Jews. They have a synagogue-esque place right next to my room/apartment/home. And they are some crazy Jews. Apparently it used to be a church and then the pastor had some kind of revelation that he should be Jewish. So now there are a whole bunch of Cameroonian Jews. It's not really somewhere I'm comfotable--it still feels like church to me without mentioning Jesus. I guess you can't blame them, they haven't seen anything different. Just when I think I could get into the groove and I recognize a tune, it gets completely butchered. They also like to treat services as a contest to see who can sing the loudest. Fun times I tell ya.

Last week was Purim. FOr those of you that don't know, on Purim, you are supposed to get really really drunk, and wear costumes and such because the Jews didn't die. I have to give special shout outs to those who were creative enough to use pices of plastic for their masks, as well as to the man with a mask so scary that multiple kids were screaming. However, I must give special awards for the most innappropriate costumes:

Honorable mention: Guy dressed as a Franciscan monk
3rd place: Rabbi wearing kaffiyah so he looked like a black Yasser Arafat
2nd place: Man who stapled a large white posterboard with eyeslits around his head so he looked like a KKK member
1st place: Girl in Santa mask. Awesome. (she wins because it was the most obviously inappropriate)

Needless to say, I don't go there terribly often.

Otherwise, life is fine. It's been hot and rainy recently, even more so than last year. I still have no water in my bathroom, thank you corruption. THe kids at the orphanage are fantastic. I'm hoping to help them with grants so they can get some money--any ideas anyone?

Time's running out...gotta go!