This week I have had some internet trouble. A bill was not paid and my only link to the outside world was cut off for a few days. On day one I attempted to troubleshoot the internet situation before discovering the unpaid invoice. I checked a few things from a few places and logged into the router, double checked DSL connection and then followed the wiring out of the communications room. The wires ran through the wall, across the landing and down the outdoor passageway. I eventually found the local terminal exchange.
We have started building a five paddock fence. Alan and I have 207 30kg concrete posts to cement into the ground and a few kilometres of barbed wire to string to complete the project. The work is hard in the sun. I would say harder than manual irrigation but easier than being a concreter or a brickies labourer. Alan and I have been working hard but it is around 35 degrees Celsius and dry. The holes are dug by crowbar and fingers and the cement is mixed with a hand tool. Water is supplied in three 200 litre tanks that we have filled in the morning.
Our contractors do not speak English; they don’t speak the local language Marathi either. I have started learning a few Hindi words so that we can work together. I can request certain things and encourage them in Hindi, and I can talk numbers with them in Marathi. Anything complex is a struggle.
I currently drink about 5 to 6 litres of water per day. Each night I sleep more than 10 hours. I eat lots too.
Here is a photo of our contractors. I am starting to become friends with them. Today one of them grabbed my hand to take me across the paddock and talk about our work for the day.
I mentioned a man in an earlier post who was encouraged to hear from me about my adoption and life growing up. He has asked me to write down some short stories about my life and my parents that might help him with parenting his son. I am flattered, excited and nervous. I will try to write some stories for him while I am here. I hope to make lots of comments to highlight the context of my childhood as it will be very different for this man’s son.
Mukti Internet Terminal
We have started building a five paddock fence. Alan and I have 207 30kg concrete posts to cement into the ground and a few kilometres of barbed wire to string to complete the project. The work is hard in the sun. I would say harder than manual irrigation but easier than being a concreter or a brickies labourer. Alan and I have been working hard but it is around 35 degrees Celsius and dry. The holes are dug by crowbar and fingers and the cement is mixed with a hand tool. Water is supplied in three 200 litre tanks that we have filled in the morning.
Our contractors do not speak English; they don’t speak the local language Marathi either. I have started learning a few Hindi words so that we can work together. I can request certain things and encourage them in Hindi, and I can talk numbers with them in Marathi. Anything complex is a struggle.
I currently drink about 5 to 6 litres of water per day. Each night I sleep more than 10 hours. I eat lots too.
Day 1 - 40 Posts
Day 2 - 'Digging' 70 Posts
Day 3 - 100 Posts
Day 4 - 150 Posts
Here is a photo of our contractors. I am starting to become friends with them. Today one of them grabbed my hand to take me across the paddock and talk about our work for the day.
The Team
I mentioned a man in an earlier post who was encouraged to hear from me about my adoption and life growing up. He has asked me to write down some short stories about my life and my parents that might help him with parenting his son. I am flattered, excited and nervous. I will try to write some stories for him while I am here. I hope to make lots of comments to highlight the context of my childhood as it will be very different for this man’s son.