A day off. (National holiday)
I now see why teachers go on strike; it’s not the pay, it’s tiredness. Teaching isn’t an easy thing, so the day off was greeted warmly with 6 of the 8 boys and 1 of the girls skipping breakfast to get a few extra hours of sleep. However everyone was forced to rise at 10, for a momentous occasion was at hand. Piling into the kitchen, half awake, everyone sat silent, before we all broke out in a happy birthday rendition, Indian style, for Miss Hannah, the Stormzy fanatic.
After this we headed across the road to the school to start learning some Indian dance. Some of us had bowls on our heads, others carried axes and pick axes, and some had large bamboo sticks. With what can only be described as chaos and ‘hip action with music’, for an hour, our dance session came to an end.
We headed back over the road for a brief chill out and a spot of lunch, which consisted of curry, surprisingly. Even more surprisingly, curry is something which is an unknown term to the Indian children we have been teaching, and even harder to explain to them…
Having eaten our fill of rice, we packed for the beach. Cramming on to a tin can of a bus, which sounded like it would fall apart at every corner, we began our hour journey to the beach. Two and half hours later we arrived at a quiet, yet beautiful beach, with the occasional washed up flip flop and other plastics, which we’ve come to expect on this trip so far.
The water was refreshing and strange at the same time. Having washed ourselves, for the last 9 days with a bucket and jug, the sensation of lounging in water had been missed. Spending a good hour in the water, throwing a tenni
s and rugby ball, we left the water to purchase a bottle of flat coke each. However, not before two members of the group were slapped round the face by flying fish – Nicole and Noah – (although rather that than a slap around the face by the vice principal of Sri Jayendra, the feared and respected Ganga Mam).
We packed up our sand-laden, clothes and bags and headed back on to the coach. For some, particularly Noah, this was a daunting prospect as he had ‘undercounted’ his much needed packets of Imodium…. Fortunately we arrived safely at home without incident
The evening was again much the same as the others have been. We headed out for evening basketball against the monks, a much fairer opposition for us than the night before.