I met some lovely people in Khajuripadar. Most of them don't even speak Oriya but their own tribal dialect although most will understand Oriya. My pitiful attempts at speaking Oriya elicited much laughter and teasing but we managed to communicate somehow and I was made to feel very welcome. The project coordinators can all speak pretty good English and many of their team members manage a few English words but one afternoon I was left to fend for myself for the afternoon while the teams went out to do some field work. I sat down in the shade with my Oriya book to try to do some homework but was soon made to get some exercise with a cricket bat. We discovered that I seem to be able to hit a ball (usually onto a thatched roof or into a neighbours yard) but am without the capacity to catch a ball. Never mind, at least I managed to hit the ball.


These pictures make the place look idyllic. It is very beautiful and peaceful, a remarkably relaxing place to stay. However, we must not forget what it must be like living in such a remote place when you are sick, have no money to travel or pay for medicines, your children can't get to school, the only water supply is a single pump shared by all, there is one toilet in the village and then there's the monsoon which will turn those hard, compacted soil surfaces into mud.


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