The day Lynsey was spending her time in the bathroom, Nisha and I were treated to the most ferocious monsoon wind and rain since we arrived. Only moments into my first class the swift breeze that we have learned to be wary of (as it's usually followed by the rains) began to sweep through the classroom. Both Nisha and I looked at each. I continued the class with one eye on the kids and one eye on the sky. Hoping it would be OK and got on with some drawings on the board. Then the first taps of water danced along the palm leaf canope.

This was soon followed by the sound of nearby trees swaying and fighting the winds, spreading their branches and rustling their leaves. It wasn't long before the classroom began to move and the whole structure was deemed unsafe....must add that by this time Nisha and all the children had run for shelter in a nearby building and I was left still holding the fort whilst watching muddy water creep up my mozy bitten legs. eventually Sambeth advised me to get a move on as he and Sol had to get planks of wood to hold the school up.