A Tanzania Night's Dream by Jack & Max York

(As dusk falls on the build site and the sky turns from blue to pink and eventually black, the bricks get settle in their new resting places. The expedition has retreated to the campsite. "Ooo's" and "ahh's" are heard from the showers and the gentle crackle of the fire can be heard behind the low hum of tired people transitioning from hard work to relaxation. Long clothes are donned and head torches are mounted onto forheads. Local africans peer into the campsite to get a look at the strange "muzungus" who have appeared in their garden. Their children throw small fruits at these strangers hoping for an interaction. Meanwhile in a large marquee that smells of insect repellent and sweaty feet a small group of "muzungus" sit around a table. Jack sits at the head)

Jack: Why doth Karen punish us so?

Rachel: For we but fools for travelling so far for such labour.

Max: She makes us line up row by row, we pass the bricks from hand to hand while others mix cement and sand.

Jack: Why doth thine longdrop light up Joe?

Joe: Thine torch it did not falleth through the crack, it simply landed at the back. Oh my sorrow oh the shame, twas thine longdrop who was to blame.

(A loud cackle is audible)

Tom: Oh here she comes, oh quick friends look busy!

Bob: These beverages are rather fizzy.

[Karen enters, cackling like usual]

Karen: I'm afraid I'll have no remorse until you've laid the thousandth course.

Max: Thine walls they doth gone up so quick?

Karen: That tends to happen when brick is laid on brick.

[Bainbridge enters and calls for quiet]

Bainbridge: Thine stew is ready so please tuck in, but do not put it in the bin.

[The large group fetch their grub. They return and upon begining their feast Luke speaks up]

Luke: Bubble bubble toil and rubble, fire burn and stew doth bubble.

Kevlar: Beef beef, I draw tired of beef. A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.

Bainbridge: For this is chicken on thine platter, no beef in sight what is the matter?

Kevlar: A shit a shit the longdrop for a shit!

[Kevlar dashes from the table towards the longdrop, stopping to collect a handful of toilet paper]

Tom: Has thou heard of thine ring of fire?

Jack: Ney ney, but the song I quite admire.

Tom: Upon sitting down on wooden throne, dear Kevlar let out quite a moan. Due to hygiene of the expedition lacking, dear Kevlar's crack needs anti bac-ing.

Max: What is this madness, hear what I say how many bricks has this boy lay?

Chris: Speaking of which, how goes the labours? I've made angels delight in two flavours.

Jack: The doors are in the windows soon, it should be done by next full moon.

[Kevlar returns with a puzzled look on his face]

Kevlar: 5 immodium 5 immodium constipation from 5 immodium!

(Roars of laughed echos around the campsite)

Max: Hear friend how goes the day of rest? I've heard the food is the best.

Bethan: We drove, we saw, we splashed, we played and we saw where we should have stayed.

Tom: A day of rest we did deserve, our fragile bodies we have preserved.

Chris: And as quick as Phil's voice disappeared, father Peter soon appeared. He took thy pictures and shook thine hand and quickly left with expedition mug in hand.

[Father Peter enters and soon leaves]

Max: Goodnight my fellow expedition friends, for thine sun doth set and thine day doth end. While wretched mattress stains thy skin, my catering team gets no sleep in.

[The marquee empties and people head to their various tented rooms. A dog barks in the background and the crickets begin their night time sounds. Groans are heard from the children]

Written by Jack & Max York. Assisted by Luke and Bethan