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Ring in the changes
Last week culmimated with sad farewells, but also jovial arrivals as we welcomed the new volunteers into the 'family'.
It's safe to say that last Saturday was an interesting day. From Jamie and I making a trip to the liquor store sporting our native man skirts (lunghis), to our first ayurvedic massage (an experience that will not be forgotten...for all the wrong reasons), something about it all seemed rather surreal. And I can say with some confidence that the new arrivals must've been wondering what they had let themselves in for!
But after a first night all together (the leavers, the stayers and the new arrivals) filled with music, laughter, and a few bottles of cold Kingfisher (and a tiny bit of sleep), it was soon time to say goodbye to the girls who were leaving with a farewell breakfast the next morning. Liz had already left for Delhi the previous afternoon, but the remaining five of the Super 6 went out for one final breakfast before Harriet and Polly left for the next leg of their Indian adventure. As the five of us reminisced about our two weeks together while trying to fill the gaps that would be left with outrageously large pieces of pie and cake, it suddenly dawned on me how brilliant our time together had been, and how fortunate I was to have met such an amazingly diverse group of friends.
Izumi burst into tears for the tenth time as we watched the two girls disappearing down KB Jacob road, and as we made our way home with Beat It booming from our Tuk Tuk, our thoughts turned to the new volunteers, and the brilliant moments just around the corner.
But after a first night all together (the leavers, the stayers and the new arrivals) filled with music, laughter, and a few bottles of cold Kingfisher (and a tiny bit of sleep), it was soon time to say goodbye to the girls who were leaving with a farewell breakfast the next morning. Liz had already left for Delhi the previous afternoon, but the remaining five of the Super 6 went out for one final breakfast before Harriet and Polly left for the next leg of their Indian adventure. As the five of us reminisced about our two weeks together while trying to fill the gaps that would be left with outrageously large pieces of pie and cake, it suddenly dawned on me how brilliant our time together had been, and how fortunate I was to have met such an amazingly diverse group of friends.
Izumi burst into tears for the tenth time as we watched the two girls disappearing down KB Jacob road, and as we made our way home with Beat It booming from our Tuk Tuk, our thoughts turned to the new volunteers, and the brilliant moments just around the corner.
Fergus Coles
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