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Trip Start Jan 06, 2014
Trip End Jul 16, 2014

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Flag of Sri Lanka  , Southern Province,
Monday, March 17, 2014

As always I left Verity's apartment in a bit if a blind panic wondering if I had got everything. Just as I walked out of the apartments a tuk pulled up I requested to go to the train station, just as I did another tuk pulled up. So they both started to argue, I assume over who is going to take the young white girls fair. I wasn't in a rush per say but I did need to get going. Fair is fair I got into the first tuk who pulled up. I instantly regretted this. What was it that he kept spitting out of his red stained mouth? Was his mouth in such a bed way that it was constantly bleeding and he needed to spit? I had a look at the bright red substance and it did resemble the insides of a rotten mouth. He also reminded me a little of Beatle juice mixed with the scary man on the underground in the film 'ghost', whenever he asked me a question he would pull himself right up to the wing mirror so I could see the crazy twinkles in his eyes.
He explained that the other tuk man had said next time he sees him 'in his spot' that he would slash the roof of the tuk, then slash him, then his family. He was not fazed by this, instead he had a raucous laugh about it...crazy twinkles going again.
He said he was taking me a 'special' way, and indeed he did the other-side of the railway where you buy 3rd class tickets!!!! I ran as fast as I could across the train track pushed my way through nearly nocking someone over I waited patiently, had a school kid TRY to push in ran back through crossed the train track again just as thy train stood to a halt. There was no stopping me, determined not to be stood for the whole two hours I marched through the cabin dumped my over the shoulder bag on the only seat next to a man, a woman then sat on my bag, whilst I heaved my backpack up onto the rack, that seemed to have scared her off, maybe it was my hideously perspiring face which scared her off or the impression of chewbacca?

For those of you who don't know the volunteer project is called volunteer Sri Lanka. A man name Janaka has set it up and has built an extension at the back of his house for volunteers to stay. Each room has a big double bed and an ensuite bathroom with a fan. They are very clean and towels and toilet rolls are provided along with 3 meals a day.

So this morning was a 7.30 breakfast included two slices of bread and a banana, then a 30 min walk to the orphanage. We had talked about the projects the night before so I knew sort of what to expect. There are in total 30 children including a 3 month old and 6 month old. The rest range from 1-3years, it's hard to tell how old they are and even harder to ask as I believe many of them are not named. There is a two year old boy who is a 'cot baby'. He has a hole in his heart, has no muscles developed so can not walk he also does not talk. He is more a less left alone all day hense the term cot baby. There is one child with some sort of learning difficulty, she needs to be watched as she hit and nips the other children. For some reason the ones who can not walk are also left in their cots, i think this is because they are too small to sit in the 'pen' with the others. One child has cerebral palsy so drags herself around the floor dribbling as well as another child who is smaller.

According to Kelly a 28 year old Australian girl today was a really good day as all of the urine soaked bed sheets were changed from the cots and the mattresses aired. The three hours that I was there not one of the children were given a drink, I assume it is because the more they drink the more they will need to be changed. Lunch time consisted of one of the workers feeding the what I can only describe as feeding animals in a cage. Three bowls of slop was fed to the children whilst they were standing up at the bars of the pen, all crying for more, they were lucky if they got three spoonfuls each.

So our three hours at the orphanage consisted of playing, cuddling and changing when wet.

The afternoon myself and Mike- 23 year old Canadian were assigned to the after school club at the community hall. Which is a few minutes walk from where we stay. Today we had about 7 young boys attend, as it was raining they were playing inside with the cricket bats and balls, running around creaming and shouting, there was really no need for us to be there. The idea is that we teach them English but after a few failed attempts I gave up as they were more interested in drawing dragons on the whiteboards.

Some of the other volunteers chose to go out to dinner tonight leaving three of us behind (through choice) so dinner should be ready shortly. Over and out.
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Nubbins on

Oh my goodness! How on earth are you going to harden yourself enough not to cry at the plight of these children? I think you will have to be very realistic and accept that whatever you do to bring a little light into their lives is a bonus for them xx

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