February 03, 2004

Staying away from chickens

My sister tells me Asian Bird Flu is sweeping the world, and I should stay away from chickens. I pointed out that I wouldn't go near the chickens here if you paid me. Mostly I have seen them packed into crates five deep and obviously dying.

It's unfortunate that we get more news from friends and family than from the newspapers here. It means we only get to hear the scary stuff - like the terrorist attacks expected on Indian Republic Day.

Another average day on the farm. I got a new moped today, better than the last one. The guy was supposed to deliver it last night at 5.30pm. Of course he didn't turn up. This is India, after all. While I was showering this morning was *much* more convenient. ;)

An average day on the farm:
6.30am Wake up to hut shaking and yells of "This is your life". Not to mention a rendition of "I hate Winnipeg" that has stuck in my head all day.
6.35am Quick first breakfast of bread and jam, and then two hours of planting ladyfinger and cleaning sprinkler systems.
9am Big second breakfast for everyone, with ragi dosa (big savoury pancakes, made with a type of fermented millet) and peanut chutney. Yum.
10am First rest of the day, reading "The Golden Gates" by Vikram Seth. It's sooo good. I don't normally like extended verse, but I'm really enjoying this.
12noon Lunch, crackers and pesto and tea. The gas fridge is broken (it's all solar elctricity on the farm), so I can't have cheese. Normally the highlight of my eating day . . . I can't believe I now drink tea and coffee with whitener (?!) and two spoons of sugar. I really have to give that up when I go back to Scotland.

Later . . . After a lot of gossiping on the porch, I've motored into the village to buy a huuuge watermelon, a pineapple and tangerines. Fruit salad for dessert tonight. There is so much good fruit here, so cheap. We're all cooking together at the moment. Which is seriously improving my diet.

After this, I'll be going back for my second rest of the day, maybe a quick visit to the beach, and then it's time for dinner. Goodness, life is hard.

My favourite part of the day is watching the sun go down over the trees. Preferably from the hammock under my hut. The stars seem very close here, and you really notice the light difference at night from the waxing and waning of the full moon. There's no light pollution, because millions of people don't have electricity. . . It's good to feel so close to nature, for a change.

I'm going to do a Body Awareness course this weekend. That should be good, some full-on streetching.

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