Rumor has it that the monsoon is set to break today. Not sure exactly what that means. At the moment it's about 75, sunny with bubbling cumulus clouds to the north over the mountains. Granted, this is what it was like yesterday. Then at about 10:30 in the morning, in the middle of my volunteer placement, it began pouring. The rain poured into the windows and through the open doors. The assistant teacher attempted to combat the flood flowing across the floor with a grass broom but with little luck. She gave up, instead deciding to shut the windows and door.
I know I haven't talked about my volunteer placement much - that post is coming up - but the daycare is little more than a concrete cube with metal windows and doors. I started a list of the things that they don't have, but I am going to change it to a list of what they have. About eight small tables, a red blanket, and a pair of burners to make lunch on. That's pretty much it. No electricity or running water. No paper, books, coloring supplies, etc. But more later. The point here is that with the doors and windows closed, the daycare was pitch black.
So there I sat, in the middle of an Indian daycare, surrounded by twelve preschoolers as the rain fell. In the dark, over the sound of rain drops falling a child screamed and come strange man entered the daycare and began arguing with an elder demanding his umbrella. So much for doing the things we had planned. Little of anything would be accomplished until the rains stopped, which could be a long time if this truly is the monsoon.
I know I haven't talked about my volunteer placement much - that post is coming up - but the daycare is little more than a concrete cube with metal windows and doors. I started a list of the things that they don't have, but I am going to change it to a list of what they have. About eight small tables, a red blanket, and a pair of burners to make lunch on. That's pretty much it. No electricity or running water. No paper, books, coloring supplies, etc. But more later. The point here is that with the doors and windows closed, the daycare was pitch black.
So there I sat, in the middle of an Indian daycare, surrounded by twelve preschoolers as the rain fell. In the dark, over the sound of rain drops falling a child screamed and come strange man entered the daycare and began arguing with an elder demanding his umbrella. So much for doing the things we had planned. Little of anything would be accomplished until the rains stopped, which could be a long time if this truly is the monsoon.
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| This is not from the same day, but it's what we got. |
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