Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Weekend Day Trip
August 14, 2011
Today I went on a weekend day trip with many of the orphan girls who live at the Trust. We drove about an hour to the Indian Ocean. The girls who were over the age of nine wore their long blue-flowered night dresses in the water. Their dresses reached almost to the floor and covered their shoulders. We were the only people on the beach. The girls swam in the water, played in the sand and walked along the beach. A man came by on an ice cream bike truck and the girls got vanilla ice cream pops. After a few hours the house mother got out three large containers of food for lunch. Each girl got out her own plate. The women served spiced rice, a hard-boiled egg and a little spicy humus to each girl. The bus stopped on the way back and each girl got a small soda. The soda came in small glass bottles with a blue or red thin straw. The choice was between Sprite and Orange Miranda.
Today I went on a weekend day trip with many of the orphan girls who live at the Trust. We drove about an hour to the Indian Ocean. The girls who were over the age of nine wore their long blue-flowered night dresses in the water. Their dresses reached almost to the floor and covered their shoulders. We were the only people on the beach. The girls swam in the water, played in the sand and walked along the beach. A man came by on an ice cream bike truck and the girls got vanilla ice cream pops. After a few hours the house mother got out three large containers of food for lunch. Each girl got out her own plate. The women served spiced rice, a hard-boiled egg and a little spicy humus to each girl. The bus stopped on the way back and each girl got a small soda. The soda came in small glass bottles with a blue or red thin straw. The choice was between Sprite and Orange Miranda.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Founder's Day
On Saturday the Trust celebrated Founder's Day. All of the women were dressed in saris and the men wore western clothes which might have been popular in the States in the early 1980's. There were dances and awards and then a big dinner catered outside. Everyone ate off of banana leaves. There were three seatings and people came and waited behind you for your seat. Boys from the Trust served all of the food from buckets and there were many dishes. Like all of the other meals I have had in South India, everyone eats with his/her right hand. No utensils are used. This took some getting used to and I have taken to sitting on my left hand so that I am sure not to use it. Now I kind of like eating with my hand.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
I arrived at Travandrum in southern India, was met by a representative of the Kings School and taken on a three hour drive to the school. The drive was quite eye-opening - everything in India seems to be happening right in front of you. People buying things, selling things, raising animals, collecting parts and not wearing shoes. I am surprised by all of the garbage that is around. In the South, it feels like the infrastructure has not been developed.
Indian driving is so crazy! There was a two lane road with bi-directional traffic. People freely pass each other, alerting the other drivers who were coming directly at them, that they are passing in their lane. The horn has a whole new meaning!
Indian driving is so crazy! There was a two lane road with bi-directional traffic. People freely pass each other, alerting the other drivers who were coming directly at them, that they are passing in their lane. The horn has a whole new meaning!
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