Getting There

Traveling always makes for some pretty great stories, but getting here was just the absolute weirdest situation. From Delhi we took a 14hr train ride to Jalgoan where the school is. Around the time the train was to arrive we all grabbed our things and moved towards the door. Well turns out, we were still an hour from our stop and once we got up from our spots, other people took them over... So we stood on a moving rickety train for an hour. If that wasn't bad already, we were standing right next to the squattey potty which in the 14 hours the train had been moving managed to acquire literal shit all over the floor. Needless to say, we were sick in more ways than one. 

When we arrived at the station, a man came to us and said "I am from Anabuti school, there are 5 of you, we go" and proceeded to lead us to the van. We rode for an hour until he dropped us off at the school. Some men took us to our room and then waved goodbye. After sitting in our rooms for an hour, a man came and said breakfast was ready and took us to the dining hall. We ate and then managed to find out own way back to the room. After sitting for 3 hours, still no one had come to talk to us. At this point it was getting a little strange, so we called a student that came on the trip last year. After talking with her, we discovered that we were not even in the right area. The people at this place had absolutely no idea who we were, but had heard of the school. Upon calling the school, we find out that they also didn't know we were coming. I am not sure what the heck miscommunication happened but eventually someone came to take us to the correct place. I think they were under the impression that we were coming a different time maybe. The language barrier is larger than the gran canyon which made it all the more difficult to relay the situation. But, as always, it all worked out :)