a ten minute drive delivers us to a village called Sukor visibly unchanged for generations. The women have congregated at the bori to wash clothes and themselves, I decline the offer of a drink of water.
Our tiny suzuki car only just squeezes along the track without scraping both sides.The streets are all un named. Day care is a handful of children looking for education and we try to oblige with bubbles, rhymes, clapping and play.
A delicious Indian lunch and then we return to Sukor to teach computer skills we meander along a rocky pathway through a couple of paddocks past crops, goats and barn homes to a house where our computer lessons will be conducted. Our pupils arrive, aged 11-17 girls,shy and they have never seen a computer. Then another drive, another village, another group of young womenaged 14-27 to be introcuced to a computer for the very first time. It's hard to remember their names, wish we had of brought name tags.The girls in the second group are not shy. They giggle, give cheek and enjoy their lesson. Others walk by and look on with curiosity.
It must be intimidating having strangers come into the village bringing weird technology. Do they really need to know about the other worlld that is out there? aRE THEY BETTER OFF NOT KNOW ING WHAT FACEBOOOK IS?
In the evening we drive toDharmashala to choose fabric for indian outits.
A huge fair is going on ion Dharmashala
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