Full on a breakfast of cornflakes, we walked to ROshni- the school for sufferers of Celebral Palsy, autism and Downs Syndrome that steve works at. The first portion of the day focused on the really small children- there was one of about 2 and a 1/2 and one about 4 who came with their parents. Apparently play is the means by which children learn things, and the sufferers of the diseases don't interact as much as other children so, despite there being many workers/volunteers/parents to only 2 children, whenever we could we would play with them and encourage them to do things such as use their left hand more when banging the drum in the cse of Poosh (?) who used his right hand a lot more, and standing up and sitting down. Today was an assessment day so we had lists of things children are supposed to be able to do in different age brackets such as hold an object with two hands and turn it or independently feed themselves. It was quite hard to do this properly since the 4 year old's mum was trying to make him seem more capable than he actually was by helping him do the tasks, and not letting him try on his own which not only made it hard to assess how he was developing but also meant it would be hard for him to ever learn -if he is always given a beaker to sip from he will never learn to independtly hold it and drink himself.
We then went to a classroom of primary age children. There was a girl with celebral palsy who was the happiest child I've ever seen- she was so smiley! It was quite hard to see how some of them knew the answers to their work but because they couldn't grip the pencil for example they couldn't write the answer down which must be so frustrating.
In the secondary classroom, the celebral palsy kids had folders with pictures and phrases in so that they could point to what they wanted to say- it was nice to be able to interact with them more in this way, although one boy Ayush wasn't looking where he was pointing so spelling his name was a bit confusing! He was also really smiley. There was a boy with DOwn's Syndrome who I think was trying to hug me but the teacher wouldn't let him.
In the next room, young adults were cutting bits of lemongrass to sell for tea, and stamping prints to make cards and labels which is nice that thy have a sort of job to do. The boy cutting the lemongrass was abit shy, but was born on the 10th May 1991 and so was nearly the same age as me.
At lunchtime we went to the Ashrum, where the monks eat, and got a free lunch of rotis, rice, various curries, daal soup, rice pudding and blessed fruit (the fruit went untouched because of our hygience concerns) which we had to eat using just our right hands- so it was a bit like OT work to get Alice to change hands!
normally Steve would carry on working after lunch, but he had a half day so picked up our bags from him house and set off for Orchha, of which the journey consisted of the most horrible rocky, gravelly, sandy, potholey road I've ever been on. It isn't far in distance but takes a while to get to. Me and Alice stopped to use the toilet which was a hole in the ground and was pretty dire!
After we had washed at the hotel we went to Blue Sky for dinner, mentioned in the rough guide, and whose owner is the brother of the hotel owner. I had a tomato, onion and spiced (Masala) ommelette and not very good naan, and Alice adnd STeve shared paneer Jalfrezi and a veg curry, with rotis. I taste the jalfrezi and it wa very nice. The coffee wasn't as good as last night.
We went back to the hotel and drank Old Munk rum with coke-it was very nice.