This morning, I woke up at 4:30am looking like I’d been hit by a truck in the face because this weekend trip has been anything but restful. It was still pitch black when we left the hostel, but after a hold up with our tuk tuk’s and predicted cloud cover I was worried we’d miss the sunrise entirely. Tickets purchased (along side some obnoxious Britt’s who wreeked of vodka, hadn’t made their way to bed yet after a night on “pub street” and were insanely rude to the local workers- evidently I have no patience or tolerance in the mornings) we arrived just in time to see the whirlwind of colours transform in front of us surrounded by a sea of tourists. It was such a strange feeling, with prays being chanted over a loud speaker from a temple in the distance, it was wonderfully peaceful and still, yet not at all from the crowds. The 4:30 start was instantly not regretted.
Our kids came all the way and found our house today because they were waiting for up so come and brought us drawings they’d done whiles we were away. They doubled up and rode bikes and some walked along side. We gave them our glasses and changed their names to ours and they thought it was hilarious. When we got to the orphanage we told them that they were the teachers now…
Our class and their classroom
I am working along side two other girls; Emma and Emina (a little confusing for the kids). Yesterday was an introductory day, we exhausted ourselves of games, opposites, countries and started some work on sentence construction. Surprisingly the kids are extremely well behaved, switched on and for most of them fairly neat. They can spell and chant words exceptionally and love to have a giggle at the three of us.





















