The trains are back on track so we decide to use our afternoon tickets. The morning is generally spent on lazy walks in search of delicious Vavuniya food, and taking snaps of examples of Engrish.
With no way of doing the workshops (monsoon rains), and no way of getting home (train strike), Minky and I took a bit of a holiday in Vavuniya, taking in its sights and delights.
A much better rehearsal – these children are quick learners! The addition of Ishara as translator was also very helpful. The workshop comes to an abrupt end when we learn that the water under the Chiraddikulam bridge is rising, and I regretfully decide to postpone the final performance again.
With no Kamal on hand and no helpers who can speak Tamil, this workshop is a bit of a nightmare, but let’s be honest – if these children weren’t as nice as they are, it could have gone a whole lot worse. As it was, I feel sorry for the children; that must have been a gruelling workshop.
On my way to Vavuniya, I muse on some of the more frustrating aspects of my workshops.