Today was so-so at the orphanage. Pinki seemed “off” when I came in, she looked like she’d been crying and reached for me to pick her up. I tried dancing with her, spinning her around, which she really loves and she gripped me and screamed “ay!” Then I put her down and heard her a few minutes later screaming bloody murder from the next room, pointing at her crib. I picked her up and she was resistant and she seemed uncomfortable, but the caregivers were not letting her go in the crib. I patted her back and shhed her and then she threw up all over me and herself. Poor thing! I’m slightly proud of my instinct that something was off about her. She got cleaned up and felt better.
Today was one of those days where there were a million caregivers in the room with us, and it was like being in a nail salon – they were pointing at us and giggling, and they would tell the kids to do things to torment us, like trying to put their lice combs in our hair. Delightful!
The afternoon was relaxed and I’m now feeling pretty good, a few of us went on a power walk around a local park, then for coffee and a little window shopping. I got a disposable camera, so I’ll have at least some pictures from the weekend.
Our train leaves at 11 tonight for Rishikesh – my first experience on an Indian sleeper train! Luckily Ray, a more than 6 foot tall man as old as our fathers, is accompanying us so he can protect us from any scary guys on the train. Will have a lot to report come Monday!