The art of watah fetchin'

So the other day i the opportunity to try and fetch water from the local bore-hole. I wanted to experience doing this at least once during my time Africa so i was eager to help out my homestay family. The bore-hole where my family goes is about a 1/4 mile away but down a little hill. The first bucket i carried back to my house was just plain agony, but i tried not to show how much pain i was in, ha. I set it down for my sister to fill the large barrel with, while i stood there panting. She laughed and then told me we need to fetch water 3 more times to fill it. and of course i was like, Okay! So by trip number 4 i couldn't feel my arms any longer and my neck had squished down at least a half an inch, sweet. But actually after settling i felt good, well i felt mentally good. I thought that we got a lot of attention by just being foreigners but when you step it up to being a foreigner AND carry water i think whole village was looking at me but in a supportive way :). They were all impressed by my initiative to fetch water and would shout out "are you tired yet" and "way to go" in the local language. So all-in-all, 'twas a good day.