Welling School Tag Rugby Tour of Uganda 2015

On June 27th 2015, 13 Students and 5 Staff from Welling School will head for Uganda to coach some of the most underpriveleged children from government schools and orphanages, on how to play the game of Tag Rugby. The Students have spent over a year raising money to fund the project themselves. Over £20,000 has been raised so far! As well as coaching the children in Uganda they will also be training the School Staff and leave enough equipment and resources for the schools to continue playing and enjoying the game. They will also undertake a community project where they will help to make improvements to an impoverished village school. Donations can be made using this 'justgiving' link :


https://www.justgiving.com/wellinginuganda


You can follow their progress through this Blog. Thank you for your interest.

Wednesday 1 July 2015

Wednesday 1st July: Day 3 in Uganda- Big session today

Today we had our third day of training and after having to cut a huge 120 students down to only 40 for today in my group (Sam's) it was finally starting to take shape, where children could fully play tag rugby without much intervention. Very confident ahead of the tournament on Friday where without a doubt we will win :D There were many other stories which involved me and Christian attempting to teach each of our schools various dances such as 'the whip' and the 'nae nae', resulting in some pretty funny videos! (Feel free to google those dances if you haven't got a clue what I am on about).

Meanwhile, Aaron spent his whole day in bed and had to do a stint  back at camp and recover from his illness (sore throat) and after a day of rest he was back on form. He even stole a couple of towels from the showers whilst various members of the group were showering. Mr Loizou wasn't happy and suggested that he doesn't stay at base again! Furthermore Molly realised she misplaced her money in a local cafe three days earlier! This has now been replaced. Mr Brown has had two slices of toast and a banana today! Lasagne is on its way for dinner.

Sam's group, Me (Brandon), Molly, Scott and Sam, visited our second school after picking up Aaron's group and a Rolex stop-off. A Rolex is just rolled eggs (omelette, tomatoes & chipatti) we
were pretty exhausted as by then as we had already spent the day at Kiira primary. This consisted of Scott, Sam and I performing bicep curls with 3 kids on each arm which we instantly realised can break your back. Meh๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป. Molly also got mobbed by a load of children and was dragged all around the field by children, fascinated by her hair. Meanwhile, Sam was told he looked like a woman๐Ÿ˜„ Needless to say we were absolutely shattered by the time we got on the coach but we were all buzzing for St Nicholas junior school to see what they had in store for us talent-wise. We had a nice training session teaching the kids and it was clear to see the potential in most and the improvement of all. After we were challenged with picking our final ten-man team... that of which we are still deciding on... I decided to distract myself from the pressure of deciding on a team so I made the wonderful mistake of forming an emotional connection with two boys, Ali and James. When I found out that they couldn't participate in the tournament on Friday due to their size, I was gutted. However, I knew that I had to be the one to let them know so I did. Watching their face drop hurt but what can you do? Well I'm not too sure what to expect for the next week and a half but we have quad biking on Friday after the tournament and white water rafting in the Nile on Saturday. I've already faced some challenges and learnt so much about myself and I honestly love how independently we run these training sessions and how independently we are actually living. I've already made strong bonds with everyone here and my confidence of in talking infront of people has gone up so much and i'm actually loving this. Oh and btw, hello family, I'm still alive :P peace! 

Sam, Scott and Brandon












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