I can't even begin to verbalise the downtown city markets where we met with the street kids. They were sat on top of huge rubbish piles with flies everywhere. It stunk of fish as some people were sat in the dirt trying to sell these tiny fish. Although most of the boys we met were in their mid-teens, they had the faces of old men. They were so filthy, covered in a dense grim from not washing for so long. Most were high on ‘sticka’ which they sniff from bottles or cloths. They were so spaced out with vacant eyes and not walking straight. Some spoke English, others didn’t.
Our team looked
out for each other as we manoeuvred through crowds and dodgy bridges over dirty
water and rubbish. The four guys from FOH who were brillaint at looking after us. It was quite a threatening environment and I was
surprised how relaxed I felt. I never felt unsafe and once you realise that
kids are just kids you can do your best to chat with them and try to encourage
them to go to FOH to receive some help. 
A couple of the
team stayed on the bus when we went out on the street, so once we’d finished, we
re-grouped and drove to the building site. We have now filled in the foundations ready for the next team who will
do the concrete floor and start building the walls. It was probably the most physically challenging afternoon so far. We were all starting to flag a bit as the temperature crept up. It is now nearer to 30°C, yet the locals are still in their winter attire as it is the middle of the Zambian winter!