Feeling blue and loving it.

4th – 6th January

16 hours on a sleeper train is an ordeal in any country. Surprisingly, here in India, it was a very cold, yet smooth journey. Frozen to the core, we stepped off the train at 7 in the morning, with the sun beginning to show. Instantly confronted by a rickshaw driver we were eager to get to our accommodation – Gopal guest house, in the heart of the old city. It didn’t take long to reach guest house as we bumped our way through narrow, quiet streets. Checking in was fast too, which was lucky as we really wanted to get to bed for a quick power nap after our disturbed night previously.

When we awoke, we stumbled our way up the 2 flights of stairs until we reacher the large roof space. We were instantly struck by the great sight of the Mehrangarh, a large fort constructed in the stone on the side of a mountain. It overshadows the little blue houses that are Jodhpur. What took us even more by surprise was the introduction of sunshine. For the past 2 weeks we have slowly gotten used to the Punjab winter. With foggy days that don’t get much warmer than 7 or 8 degrees, we often wore our thermals and took plenty of layers on. And this was exactly what we were wearing today, at 9am on the roof as the temperature soared beyond 20 degrees. It was so nice to find the sun, we hope you never leave us again!

That day we crawled our way up the side of the mountain to the fort. We passed goats and cows, but the real surprise was white people…lots of them! We had spent so long away from tourists that we were beginning to think that we had India all to ourselves, the reality was, the Punjab doesn’t see much tourism, but we quite liked that. At the top of the hill, the views were spectacular, little blue box-shaped houses, different sizes and shapes sprawled across the desert-like hills. The blue city, was definitely blue, and very much alive! The fort was beautiful and caught our imaginations. It was lovely to imagine how people must have lived here hundreds of years ago, the battles they had, the royalty, the rich, the poor. The Indian history is certainly a rich and powerful story and fascinating to learn.

The remainder of our first day was spent searching the old bazaars and markets. Hundreds of textile shops and antique stalls selling everything from rugs to incense. With constant bargaining we were able to buy some lovely items, unfortunately, our bags are almost full. The hardest decision will be ‘what to leave behind?’ The common belief of Jodhpur is that everyone is trying to sell you something. This is definitely true. However, they are still lovely people, who genuinely love to talk and share their experiences with you…even if they are slightly disappointed when you leave the shop empty handed.

Jodhpur really captured our vision. The decorative balconies and finely detailed carved archways are incredible. It’s attention to detail, but in an old rustic type manner. It allows you to loose yourself as you gaze across rooftops and peer into a different world. A world of organised chaos, bright colours and sweet incense. We left the flat green rice fields of the Punjab and over-night entered a different land. The green lushness has been replaced by hard, warm red rock, but the people remain the same: loving, hospitable and curious.

We could have stayed much longer in Jodhpur. Getting lost in the labyrinth of streets that seem to take you in circles and browsing through the beautiful shops was so much fun. But, it’s time to move on…further west to Jaisalmer, home of the dessert and of course, camels!

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A golden start…

30th December – 3rd January

Our first excursion would take us to the home of the Sikhs and the Golden Temple: Amritsar. Located about 200km north west of our little village, it wasn’t a huge trip, but a good introduction for our travels. We took 2 trains, both of which by general class. The train system in India is…complicated. Frustrating most of the time. Confusing and occasionally rewarding. Trains don’t appear to have much rhyme or reason, numbers are wrong, platform information incorrect and as for booking them, I could probability write a post dedicated to the mammoth task of that in itself!

There are many different classes on each train. Much like we have first class on ours in England, here there is first class, second class, 3rd, sleeper class, A/C and non-A/C classes and then general seating (GS). For all the classes other than GS you need to book in advance, well in advance. but i shall go into more detail of the system later. With GS, you simply buy the ticket on the day and hope, pray even that you can squeeze yourself and your 20kg bag on. It is always rammed full, with people sat in luggage compartments, on people’s shoulders, under the chairs, everywhere. But it’s fun, the people are kind and eager to talk with us and of course want the obligatory photo – we will start charging for these photos! This is how we got to Amritsar.

We stayed at Hotel Grand which was a pure delight. The room we booked wasn’t available and so they ‘bumped’ us up to a better one. With a huge bed, tv and the best shower we have had in nearly 4 months, this was turning out to be a fantastic start to our trip. The food in the restaurant was brilliant, just like its name: Bottoms Up Restaurant.

New Year’s Eve approached us quickly. We spent the day wondering though the busy streets and admiring the Indian way of life. We visited the ‘Attari-Wagah’ boarder in which 25/30,000 people came to see the elaborate and passionate standoff display between the Indian and Pakistan boarder patrols. With some sharp suits, funky headwear and high kicks, we all felt that India won the battle this time.

Upon returning to the city, we visited a strange little temple called Mata. This temple is visited by people who want good luck especially with having children. With dark walkways, sometimes on our hands and knees and after wading through ankle deep warm water, we were given offerings and prayed for. It was quite a surreal place, but beautiful all the same.

By the evening, we reached the much talked about Golden Temple. After a long, bare-footed walk down the cold street, we reached the main entrance and slowly entered. We were greeted by the most beautiful spectacle: a glowing gold temple, floating in the middle of a dark lake. It was pitch-black by this time, and the aura of the shinning temple struck us deep within. Many people prayed in silence and some even braved the icy cold waters as they cleansed themselves. We felt so privileged and honored that they should invite us into such a sacred part of their lives. As we took photos from all around the temple, it’s beauty was clear, here lay a magnificent spectacle in the middle of a very busy, dirty and raw city. Like the struggle and the reward or the fight and the peace.

The evening was topped off at the extravagant Crystal restaurant, a way of us to say ‘well done’ to each other for our hard work, and a good way to kick-off this next chapter of our story. As we feasted on lemon fish and sizzling hot chocolate brownies, we took time to reflect on this crazy year of ours. Living in England, Denmark and India, all the time very much in love, thankful for our opportunities and eager to explore more. More in this case will be the blue city of Jodhpur, a mere 16 hours away by sleeper train.

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Rose gardens Vs. Rock gardens

14th, 15th and 16th of December.

Our trip to Chandigarh, would be our first test of traveling since our journey from Delhi over 3 months ago. It is a place that everybody talks about, a place that is quite different from anywhere in the Punjab, if not all of India. We were both excited to go and had planned it a few weeks earlier. The only problem was my Christmas nativity drama. I had, foolishly, given myself 2 weeks to organise, write and direct the children’s first ever Christmas play, and then translate it all into Punjabi for the audience to understand. Still, slightly stressed, it was a good idea to go ahead and visit Chandigarh.

Luckily, we managed to hitch a ride with someone from school who was on their way out there. The journey took 2 hours, or just around the corner as the locals would say. Finding ‘Hotel Silver Bell’ took a little while as we all peered through the jeep’s steamed windows and searched the densely packed buildings for clues. But things were going well, and before long, we were checking in and were quick to evaluate our room which was basic, but clean and even had a little balcony that overlooked the Himalayas. After so long being ‘apart’ from Malene whilst at school (and sleeping in separate rooms with our ‘Indian’ family), it was lovely to be together again.

The first day was spent exploring the western styled shops in the big, central shopping area. Unfortunately, the prices matched the elaborate window displays and we didn’t find too many bargains. One thing we did find however, was the school girls Christmas presents: necklaces with a single letter for their names. Buying anything over here is a challenge, there is no fixed price on anything, very few price tags and if there are, then they are normally wrong, or ‘altered’ by the seller. It’s all about haggling. All the time, trying to speak as much Punjabi in order to make the seller think that you’re not a tourist, and in fact, you’re totally clued up on prices; how ever far that might be from the truth!

We explored a 40 acre rose garden and felt like Cupid’s young lovers again and spent the evening in a very expensive restaurant with silver service waitering, posh drinks and some very tasty food. The following day, Malene and I took a rickshaw out to the famous rock garden – Nek Chand’s collection of waste products, along with beautiful waterfalls and mysterious walkways through dark tunnels. Apart from the constant photo taking by the locals (something we will eventually get used to), we enjoyed an undisturbed, fascinating walk through the imagination of a collectors mind.

Chandigarh proved to be as beautiful and ‘different’ as people had claimed. It was still very Indian by nature, but the hustle and bustle was not as obvious. It was a lovely break away from our routine at school, and lovely to be ‘in love’ with each other again. So thank you Chandigarh, although a bit pricey, a beautiful, green and somewhat unusual city, that we’ll never forget.

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Merry Christmas

With Christmas around the corner, I feel there is so much to catch up on from the last 3 weeks since our last post – we have struggled with the internet and found little time in our super busy schedule – no excuse I know! The fact is, Malene and I are almost set to leave our ‘home’ here and we haven’t even told you all about it yet!

Being ‘kicked out’ of the hospital was one of the luckiest, most fortunate of things to have happened to us since coming to India. It meant we would find the kindest most generous and warmest family – the Gills. Their open hearts and pure loveliness welcomed us into their home and we have spent a very happy 4 weeks there….I just wish we had met them earlier!

It’s a very special feeling when a family open their home to you, offer you food and water and a place to sleep…but here, it’s on another level. The food is wonderful, and the company is even better. We will greatly miss our nights of playing chess, talking with each other and generally laughing the evenings away. From Malene and I, we would like to say a huge thank you for being so amazing, our true Indian family.

As for Christmas, we’ve got a feeling, this year is going to be rather special. My village church back home has very kindly donated some money to be used for the children here, and I must say, it goes a long way in India. The original idea was to get the children (probably just the older ones) some new stationary as their current equipment is holding them back. It turns out, with the most generous of donations, that we can afford to buy a pencil case, 2 pencils, a rubber, a sharpener, a ruler, a pen, a full set of colour pencils (x12) and a blank paper book for all 40 students! It really will be so wonderful to give these gifts to all the children – especially as I will be dressed as Santa…photos to follow.

This Christmas will most definitely be all about giving. Giving back to the children and our Indian family. Saying a huge thank you for all the love and kindness they’ve given us over the last 4 months…

We will cherish the memories we have made together with you and you will always be in our hearts.

Merry Christmas!

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A toast to new friends

Making friends in a foreign country always feels good. It’s essentially the acceptance into a new culture and a goal that I have always had, albeit subconsciously. However, meeting really special, loving people and getting to know them over a period of time takes this idea to a new level. Malene and I feel so lucky to be meeting great people almost on a daily basis. But ‘lucky’ doesn’t sum up our greatest fortune in meeting Poonam: our greatest Indian friend.

The orphanage/school/church in which we are working in has some very wonderful and caring people. The teachers are warm-hearted, dedicated givers and we have enjoyed sharing with them the differences between our culture and theirs. The children, of course, are the hi-light of every day, their energy is contagious and their love is endless. However, one person has truly made us feel at home and treated us with such kindness. She has always been there to talk to and never stops thinking about us, which is so valuable to us when we sometimes feel a long way from home. We both wanted to say, from the bottom of our hearts, a huge thank you to Poonam. We hope we can repay the amazing generosity and love you have given to us.

We came to India to help. In reality it is India and specifically you, that is helping us.

I suppose this leads me quite nicely to one of the loveliest afternoons we have had here so far…Poonam’s Birthday celebration. Malene and I planned on taking Poonam out for dinner one evening as a way to celebrate her Birthday, but it was difficult to find a good day. She is the backbone to the orphanage; from waking the children up in the morning, to teaching, to administering medication, Poonam is always needed and always there to give. Luckily, we eventually found one afternoon/evening in which we could whisk her off to the local town of Nurmahal. Enjoying the sights of an old red-stoned palace, the three of us took the time to talk and laugh with each other. With our two cultures being so different, its often amusing and enlightening to compare them.

We visited a lovely Hindu temple, full of water, statues and stories. With a wonderful friend as our tour guide, we felt like VIP guests of honor in a strange and beautiful land. We continued our afternoon by strolling through the narrow, meandering streets and gazing into shops. Often dodging motorbikes who dashed passed us, we took the time to really appreciate our surroundings; ‘Deep India’.

With fresh food being cooked at every corner and the vibrant colours of fruit and vegetable lining the street, we soon starting salivating and thinking about a place to eat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the three of us walked along the dusty roads in search of a restaurant. Eventually, we found what appeared to be a large, dark house. With no lights on outside, I wondered how they attracted customers, still, we went inside. With a warm greeting, we were shown to our table. For the next 10 minutes we looked through the menu as Poonam was kept busy translating the various dishes. For Malene, butter chicken, for Poonam and myself, only one option…pizza!

As we sat back after our ice-cream dessert, we agreed that we had had a beautiful evening. I even had my first beer since Delhi which felt oh so refreshing. But it was our new friendship that really got my head spinning and spinning in the most wonderful way. As we slowly get more acclimatised to this new way of life, we now understand the importance of taking this journey with the company of good friends. So to you Poonam, we raise our glasses:

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend and may we share many more special moments together.”

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A new challenge

Sometimes, challenges are thrown down before us and without preparation or thought, we have to make a decision. Maybe our time out here, so far, was ‘too easy’ and we needed a good challenge to pump us up and test our spirits. Well, we can both say that earlier this week, we have been truly ‘tested’ and the result….STILL FIRED UP BABY!!

To begin this properly, a little introduction to our situation out here is needed. We are living at a charity driven hospital which we found through a friend of a friend. Although originally we were to be helping out at the hospital, it turns out that it is so quiet here (another story) that there is no work for either one of us. However, there is an orphanage in the next town (7km away) and the hospital agreed to take us in the mornings, where we could help teach the children. Our situation was set and although we still payed for our food and water, the ‘accommodation’ itself was free. Everything was perfect. Until last Sunday. We were informed that we needed to find alternative transport each morning. Confused, we questioned the decision but there was no definite answer. It came from ‘the board’ and we were not able to find out by who. As our only means of getting to the orphanage in the morning, I was anxious to know more and offered the hospital money for the fuel. Malene and I loved the work at the orphanage so much that we wanted to pay more in order for us to continue…a strange situation you may say? As soon as money was mentioned, we were invited to a meeting the following morning, in which, I thought, the negotiation of cost would be discussed.

The following morning, we waited patiently for our meeting. It didn’t take long to realise there was a bigger problem at hand. In fact, the opening line which greeted us as we walked into the cold office was: “you have 2 weeks in which to find new accommodation.” Speechless and surprised, I struggled to find words in which to express myself. Literally from out of the blue, in a country that has shown us nothing but love, this was presented to us. It turns out that we were to “be made an example of”. According to the board, they had no room (other than the 10 plus empty flats on site) for us. In desperation, I pleaded with the man to keep us here until Christmas and made it clear that we would not be able to continue our volunteer work without the hospital’s help. Unfortunately, this seemed to fall on death ears. We have been told that he will “think about” granting us a further 7 weeks stay here; truth is, we need to think about other options.

With what felt like a blow to my stomach, we left the office and made our way into the morning sunshine, still scratching our heads. If we wanted to continue our work here, we had to find somewhere new to live. We knew we couldn’t both live at the orphanage due to it being a Christian church and Malene and I not being married. We understood this reason and respected it. Luckily, at the orphanage, we are surrounded by friends and people that want us there – a feeling that almost brought tears to my eyes that morning. A new place to live was quickly found and hopefully, by this weekend, Malene and I will have moved in. Unfortunately, it might mean that we’ll be without the internet for longer periods of time. But I love writing these posts too much for us to be quiet on here for too long.

It’s certainly been a strange week, and one that I will write about more later. For now, Malene and I feel very lucky and privileged to have stumbled upon these wonderful people. In particular, Poonam; an amazingly generous and special friend, all the children who continue to make us smile each day and Roger who is making all of this possible.

In reflection, our challenge is nothing in comparison with some…

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Creating a buzz

A couple of weeks without internet have passed and being ‘reconnected’ feels both liberating and a little shocking. Catching up on news from home and reading what everyone has been doing is a stark reminder of the differences between this world and theirs. We wanted, even hoped to say that after a couple of months out here, things would have started to make a tad more sense. In actuality, we’re still being surprised everyday, often by the quaintest of things; a baby calf with a sac as a blanket or buying dried cow pats to be used as fire-lighters. I think both of us are beginning to understand a little more of the Indian culture, which in turn, is making us appreciate our lives and each other more and more.

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We have had some amazingly creative days recently at school. With the only safe drinking water being available in 2 litre bottles and Malene and I consuming 4 of them each day, you can imagine the pile of empty bottles that started to accumulate. Malene had the idea one day to take a couple of boxes of empty bottles (not easy to carry on the motorbike with 2 others) to school and have an ‘arts and craft’ afternoon with the nursery class – an idea, I thought, that could go horribly wrong: 11 children aged 5-7, a few pairs of scissors and a couple of rolls of Sellotape sounded like a recipe for disaster…I couldn’t have been more wrong! The imagination of these little children coupled with all these materials led to some great pieces of art. I couldn’t honestly tell you what most of the bizarre yet marvelous objects were supposed to be, but in the children’s eyes, you could certainly see the looks of excitement and passion. Brilliant.

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In an attempt at following in Malene’s footsteps, I made a computer for class 2. Although not quite so creative, the children loved it and we had a wonderful lesson learning about computers. I think the mouse was a big hit! Later on that day, Malene and I teamed up to make animal masks with 2 classes. The children were literally jumping with joy and energy which was so heart-warming and a privilege to be apart of. With wooden sticks sellotaped to the back of some rather peculiar coloured animals, we all had an afternoon of fun and laughter.

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A week like no other…

Some weeks are just special, this was one of them. I will undoubtably forget something in this post but as Malene and I sit outside and soak up some of this glorious sun, I will try my best. Strange to think its nearly November and still 35 degrees! I heard its snowing back home in England and Denmark?

Monday and perhaps not so much exciting, but a little nerve-racking for the children as it was dentist day. A new scheme that has been set in play is to get a mobile dentist from the hospital in Ludhiana (an hour away) to visit the orphanage. A big bus/van arrived at a nearby house, plugged in its generators, deployed its stabilizers and rear steps and waited as we arranged the children. It felt like something out of thunderbirds and probably didn’t make the children feel any more at ease for what was, for many of them, their first trip to the dentist.

As the big van started up its generators, the children jumped back and any remaining smiles soon disappeared. It was soon time for the first patient, little Navijot, one of the smallest, cutest little girls was first, instant tears built up in her eyes and luckily Malene was nearby to take her hand. In fact Malene had her work cut out of her as she stayed with each child, holding their hands and comforting them. I stayed well clear, just in case they wanted me in the chair! It was surprising how many children needed fillings and cleaning work done. For £50, Malene and I felt that this mobile dentist was a wonderful expenditure, but the orphanage needs donations to keep it going. They’re hoping to raise £100 so they can use this service twice a year.

If the children weren’t too happy about the dentist on Monday, then they would surely be happy about Tuesday’s plans. A couple of pastors from Bedford (England) arrived at the school and together with their church they had raised some money to take all the children to McDonalds. Arguably, you could say that £200 could have been used a little more wisely, but the children were very excited, as were Malene and I at the thought of a Big Mac! 3 mini buses were arranged to take us all (60) and even though each bus had a maximum capacity of just 10, we all squeezed in. With the small ones sat on laps and a total disregard for any safety, we took a couple of brave pills and set off. The closest McDonalds was 1 hour away, however, at the rate our driver was traveling at, I often wondered if we would make it at all.

After our off-road, cow dodging, pedestrian swerving, 1 hour ordeal, we saw the golden arches. The level of excitement went up 10 fold as we lined the children up outside and took photos with the McDonald clown. A space was set-aside for us inside and we just about crammed everyone in – children, teachers, cooks, cleaners, pastors, bus drivers and us! Unfortunately, there was no Big Mac on the menu, in fact, no beef at all, just chicken burgers or a vegetarian option. To make it simple, everyone had a Happy Meal but for the children it really was a Happy Meal! Malene and I worked hard to serve all the drinks and meals and then afterwards the ice creams. It was a strange feeling being inside a McDonalds in India. Apart from the (limited) menu, it was just like back home, even the toilets were…normal!

Back in the buses, we travelled home. With children asleep on each others shoulders and the sun setting all I could think about was how lucky I felt to be out here…away from McDonalds and fast food, and greed and rudeness. Instead we are surrounded by friendly hospitality, wonderful, loving people who will do anything for you, for nothing in return. Needless to say, I was hungry 10 minutes later…typical McDonalds!

I think now would be a good time to introduce our new guest at the orphanage. His name is Don, a friend of Roger and a very down-to-earth, lovely man. He has been visiting the orphanage for 5 years and is excellent with the children. As a semi retired science teacher, he has a lot of knowledge and experience when it comes to teaching. Together with Don, we are trying to educate the teachers at the school and make their teaching more exciting for both themselves and their children. After school has finished, Don chairs a teachers meeting and over the past couple of days, we have been discussing and sharing what makes a good teacher and techniques of how we can improve. Although Don is only here for another week, Malene and I really think that this is a big opportunity to make some positive changes. We have started using lesson plans and encouraging more activeness in the teachers.

After one of our first ‘teacher meetings’, in the evening there was an incredible thunder storm. Hopefully this was a positive sign that we are doing something good out here! Although we thought the storm wasn’t very close, the cracks of thunder shook our building where we slept and as the electricity flickered on and off, we tried desperately to fall asleep. The next morning, it was apparent that the storm was closer than we first thought. Growing up the wall of our apartment was a large tree that had been hit by lightening. 3 men were desperately chopping at the split trunk that was now lying across the path as Malene and I took a couple of photos, still in disbelief!

On this day, Malene took the girls dancing in a private – no boys allowed class after school. Apparently, the children aren’t allowed to listen to much music here, but it was so clear to see how much they enjoyed themselves. It’s a shame that they’re not really allowed (we found out later) because the sense of euphoria and freedom, let alone the laughter was tremendous. It is a little strange because they all knew the songs that Malene played, from listening to them on mobile phones and even had dance routines for different songs. Still, not our school, not our rules, but maybe one day, this rule regarding music might change, I really hope so!

As Malene held this class, I was off to the local town with Poonam and Baljit to do a light bit of shopping. First things first, a new Indian suit. Nothing too posh, just traditional, which we found in one of the many clothes shops that line the narrow streets. I say ‘found’, what I mean is that we located the material rather than a completed suit. After a while of haggling, we settled on a price and I was measured up. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea what it is that I’m getting, apart from the colour that is. Hopefully they understood “plain and simple” and nothing that will make me look even more out of place! The price for 2 suits, tailor-fitted, about 11 pounds.

As if the dentist and McDonalds and Don’s arrival wasn’t enough for one week, the real excitement came on Saturday, a trip to Wonderland. Again, about an hours drive away, Wonderland is a modern theme park, with roller-coasters, fast food and a water-park. For Malene and I, it was as if we had stepped outside of India and into a westernised city of fun. The children of course, loved every second as we were dragged from ride to ride.

Lunch time came with more burgers. Remember that most of these children had never seen a burger before apart from in books and this week they were on their second! Of course the sun was out and it was beautifully warm, which made the afternoon activity a little more bearable: swimming in the water-park. We all hired shorts and costumes and rushed to get changed. Of course Malene and I and all the teachers got involved as we donned the rather ill fitting outfits and made our way to the cold waters. The main pool was a beach style affair which was perfect for the little ones, especially as it was the first time they had ever been swimming! We all tried out the water slides, rode the waves and even danced in small dancing room with strobe lighting, loud music and showers of water.

All-in-all, it was a fantastic day out for which we thanked Don who had invited and paid for us. The children, exhausted once again, slept on the way home. To be honest, my eyes were also very heavy. We felt the mixture of India and the Western world this week and it really got me thinking. I do miss home, my family, my friends, but I can’t help but feel that we’ve struck gold out here. Although we can’t put our fingers on exactly what it is that is so special, we can both feel it. I’m sorry if this post was all over the place, but that was our weeks events and certainly a week that we won’t forget in a very long time.

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Never too old…

Surely one of the greatest things about being a helper in an orphanage come school come home of 30 children is playtime. It’s so easy back at home to stick on the TV or switch the computer on. Here, those options aren’t available…excellent! Although the resources maybe a little limited, the imagination is here in bundles and the result; an endless variety of games. I will try and guide you through a few of them, but to be honest, we’re still new at all this, much to the amusement of the children.

There is a real buzz of excitement when school finishes and the games come out. There is also a hierarchy of games which becomes apparent as the children scramble over each other for the most desirable Lego, or the most used playing cards. Of course, the popularity of these games changes on a near daily basis. Trying to keep up with the latest ‘games fashion’ here in India proves impossible. One game that seems to be a favourite amongst all ages is marbles. It’s also a game that is far more technical than I had ever imagined. The children battle it out to claim victory and ultimately possession over each others marbles; a far more important currency than money! There appear to be 2 main techniques used. Firstly the traditional throw from a pre-determined line towards the target of other marbles. The second technique requires far more skill as a marble is flicked using the 1st finger of one hand creating quite immense back spin. The children are incredibly accurate, I just have to try and use my long arms to an advantage.

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Of course cricket is very popular here. It’s so good to get the children involved in a team game and again, all ages seem to love taking part. When we first arrived, we used a flat piece of wood and a large orange plastic ball which would make a big hollow sound every time someone got a good connection. We’re lucky enough now to have a couple of ‘real’ bats and some stumps, but in fairness, the excitement is the same.

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A new game here is volley ball. Someone kindly donated the ball and whilst we have the use of a harvested field, the children love the ease at which they can hit the ball. There is always a whirlpool of excitement as any object is hurled into the air, be it a cricket ball, volley ball or any other object. I think it’s partly the danger of being struck by the falling ball and partly the challenge of seeing who can reach the highest heights.

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I shouldn’t go any further without mentioning cards. Normal playing cards, picture cards, even ABC cards are hugely popular here. In a lot of the small communities here, the adults play cards under big trees in the evening and the children can but watch over their shoulders. However, in school, they have their own cards, their own games and rules. They feel that they are playing a serious game, normally only played by adults. It’s great fun teaching them new variations and games and they are incredibly quick to soak up new rules. ‘Go Fish’ is a particular favorite right now and often played by Malene with her nursery class during school.

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An old favorite, and another game for all ages is skipping. For an instant rush of adrenaline, the children love playing this simple game. Be it on their own with a short rope or in groups of 4,5,6 or more with a long rope! It’s great fun seeing who can go the longest or fastest or even do the craziest tricks. Again, not so popular back home any more, but for simplicity and fun, this is a winner for me. One song/video I think they will enjoy is by DJ Fresh – Gold dust – YouTube this for a good skipping song.

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Malene and I brought a frisbee over which is one of their favorites at the moment. Again, making the frisbee spin as high as possible is great fun for the children and there are always many hands running after it. Of course the older boys get a size advantage with this game, but by making it a team sport, the smaller ones stand more of a chance of having a couple of throws themselves. The only issue we occasionally have is loosing the frisbee in the rice field. Finding it doesn’t normally provide a challenge, but everyone knows about the snakes that live in the fields, so it’s best to steer clear when possible.

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A new addition to the games ensemble is chess. Although only a few of the older ones are learning to play, this really is a lovely game for just sitting down and relaxing. Often when the midday sun is blazing, it’s nice to come inside and cool down – of course whilst playing a game that is. I love playing chess with the children as it gives a perfect opportunity to get to know them a little better. We both feel that the one thing these children miss, is a big brother or big sister to look up to and ask questions. A lot of them are going through difficult times in their lives and its a privilege when they come to us for advice.

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Being the fine dancer that she is, Malene is teaching some of the children traditional dance which is a huge hit, especially with the older ones. Although they’re still a little shy to dance with each other, they often eagerly queue up to dance with either Malene or myself. The fact that I was born with 2 left feet doesn’t help, but we all have immense fun, often to the sound of “1…2… Cha Cha Cha”.

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Bowling or ‘skittles’ as the children call it is also great fun. We use old water bottles with a little water in to keep them standing. Downstairs the polished floor makes for a perfect bowling alley. It gets quiet crazy this game and keeping score is a bit of a challenge, but all of the children love hurtling the orange balls down as fast as they can. My job is to simply replace the fallen bottles and watch them all cheering.

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There are so many games played here, most of which I wouldn’t know how to describe. Some appear to have a million rules whereas others have none. One thing they all have in common is the energy used to play them with. The children also love when we have ideas of new games for them. For example, hop-skotch is a favorite with the girls whilst the simple idea of a running race is great for the boys. If anyone reading this has any ideas of fun games to play, please leave us a comment and we’ll be sure to try it out. The only thing we need to do, is try to keep up with the children, a true challenge!

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I hope you enjoyed reading about some of the games we play over here. It really makes us feel very young again which is great, the only thing we need is more ideas. It’s lovely seeing the children playing out our childhood games and its clear to see they love it too.

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