We're the kids of San Cristobal

Two things about Santo Domingo - one, it's still hot (until it rains... hard) and two - you can't buy a watch anywhere that you'd usually expect to. We managed to get to the project in San Cristobal - emphasis on the "to" syllable) despite getting the non-express bus, which translates into having one guy drive while the other hangs out the doors and tries to convince potential passengers, especially the cute girls, that they need to go to wherever the bus is going. There's also the frequent stopping to chat to the motorcycle taxi guys and buy random stuff from street vendors, which isn´t great when you've got the seat that lets in the beating sun.

The kids at the school - a reformatory run by the Catholic church - are great, always smiling (less so the older ones who probably want to be perceived as too cool) and keen to find out where we're from and what we are doing there. I'm sure this will wear off as time goes by and as we have more structured lessons - something that I'd like to see happen sooner rather than later. The first football session was pretty deflating as the school has precious few resources for training and only one ball that qualifies as half decent. There may be a shopping trip to try and find cones later on. Let's just hope they're easier to find than watches.