Loose suit tooth?

Sound out the title, and that is close to the correct pronunciation of the small, completely encased country of Lesotho, one of our first stops on this voluntour. In the capital of Maseru, a fantastic organization called Kick4Life works with the youth in western Lesotho to teach life skills, with a focus on HIV/AIDS awareness, through soccer. While my time in Lesotho was short by my 2009 standards, we immersed ourselves in the games and both shared our learning but also acquired great information from the young coaches who were receiving training to head out into the more rural areas of Lesotho to spread their newly ascquired skills and knowledge. This work almost didn't happen though as ourborder crossing turned a bit hairy when our South African exit stamp could not be found in our passports. Nick and I were told to park our car called the Wicked Camper and to head into the office with the guard. Were we in line for another Million Kwacha episode? After a few passing moments of difficult questioning, Nick and I found our stride and the stamp, and soon had the guards laughing and asking about America, specifically the "dance" scene in New York. So, we stretched it out" for a second and pulled off the running man to great applause, a laugh and a stamp to enter Lesotho. Before they could request a second dance number, we took our passports and waived good-bye. Who knew my days at the Pub or the Bimini Beach Club would provide me with safe passage into a foreign land! Well, I am off to do some work on a curriculum but will post again soon.

Collywobbles,

Christian

PS Happy Birthday Jacqueline! You too old man Josh.