17 Days till home.
It's been the most bizarre week knowing home is under feet of snow and we're still strutting about in summer clothes and flip flops... Not looking forward to arriving in Heathrow dressed for an Indian winter only to be greeted by temperatures less than half of what they are here. George - bring my coat?
So, what's been happening at camp. Same old, same old. Advent calendars have been arriving in the unreliable post, G1 (my room) have put up a paper tree & a wreath on the door. Secret santas are well under way with a 100 rupee limit (1.20) & christmas songs are being hummed on the patio. I got to do some cooking with Baghi this week in the kitchen, although volunteers aren't really allowed in & mashed potato reduced Aszerina to tears of joy last week. Any mention of christmas dinner is met with cries of "Noooo, I can't even think about that yet!" although what I wouldn't give for mum's roasties out here...
Jaisalmer is becoming my own little Norwich, and with it's windy little streets and some of the teeny shops it does have a homey feel. Still haven't found a starbucks. 2 weekends left to explore though & I will be so sad to leave here, even with the staring, the nearly being run over by tuktuks and motorbikes, the big dead cow I passed walking in this morning (Viki thinks it might explode soon) and the smell. I'll be back here one day, when I come back to India.
School trip to Bramer on Monday, so we get the day off work and all have to pile into our teeny bus to have a look at some plants... hooray! And another Holy day on Friday so it's a 3 day week. 8 teaching days left. Gosh. I'd better get into gear - i'll miss my tiddly peeps when we leave!
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