This is a pic of Kate being a witch in Salem (taken at the train stn when we left) for our friend Emilie. So our last week in Salem with the nuns went by very quickly and we were able to do lots of fun things with the kids coz we bought some arts supplies in Ooty. For example, we bought some colouring books and felt tips so they had fun colouring in pictures or just colouring in each other. We also bought some stamp pads and made some stamps out of a random piece of polystyrene, the stamps worked well and then got destroyed so we showed them how to use their fingerprints to make pics, and so all the kids went home with purple hands, as we later discovered the ink was permanent. On our last day for a grand finale we did painting that all the kids absolutely loved. We had previously drawn pictures of stuff that you would find on an indian street, like cars, bikes, cows and so after the kids had painted their pictures, the floor and each other, we constructed a display out of the pictures showing an Indian street. (We made the display an hour before we left the project so it was a bit rushed, but we think its the thought that counts). When we said goodbye to the sisters, Sister Bonifice said "they were working to the end so can't have a cup of tea before they leave" which was nice. Also made the kids some chocolate flapjacks to eat for their snack at 3 o'clock. We didn't have any butter so had to use Ghee (a type of butter milk thing) and no golden syrup so used honey, so despite tasting of Ghee and being sickly sweet they worked quite well. We also covered the flap jacks in chocolate (much to the workers amusement - watching us try to scrape out melted choc from tin foil) that we bought in a super market, quite a lot of the chocolate ended up in our stomachs, and tasted absolutley delicious. Sister Leo then told Laura off for buying chocolate, claiming we shouldn't buy expensive stuff like that for the children, even though it only cost us 40p a box and we bought 3 boxes of chocolate. For most of the children it was the first time they had eaten chocolate, and it went down a storm, apart from one boy called Thamilan, who quite happily eats leaves, twigs, broken glass, but wouldn't eat our flapjacks.

As we hadn't previously booked a rickshaw to the train station we had to walk about 1 1/2km to the rickshaw stand in the midday heat with our bags to get one, not a very well thought out plan. Towards the end of the walk Kate lost the feeling in her right arm but recovered it in the rickshaw to the train station.

The train journey went without a hitch apart from being an hour late, and laura got kicked in the back by some strange man, not hard but as if he wanted to make sure I was real or something.