This is out of order, but we have power......

Pongal 3

The festivities recommenced in the boys' hall with singing, sketches and dancing. This is when we feel truly foreign - when everyone's laughing and we don't get the joke! Lots of good humour, I think some 'turns' were impressions, and no doubt some fine singing f you get your ear in to the tonal scale.The dancing was a mix of eastern elegance and break dancing, some very energetic. At the end (' 11pm - nobody goes to bed early, or gets up later than 6am, more like 5 - except us!) I realised that John was speaking English, then caught my name. Apparently I was presenting the day's prizes. All prizes were stainless steel pots and dishes, given with a formal handshake, a smile and comments they didn't understand but liked anyway. The photos were odd, we think the flickering of the erratic lights did something to the camera.

I've never been a grand prize giver before, and found myself doing it in tatty clothes, all hot and sticky, going on for ever - but loving it!