Today we visited an orphanage - hardly a standard Dickin's one. The man was a climbing driver and guide when he found a street child, parents dead, no family, no social system to care for him. So he brought the child home to raise him. When we were there 35 children were in residence - all in school. His small hut had been rebuilt by an Englishman who was on one of his treks and decided to help. Now there are rooms for the girls inside and the Boys have an outside bunk. They cook over a wood stove in a separate hut. The man still guides climbs and at various points random people drop off food and various toys and clothes and they survive.
Of course they sang great songs of thankfulness and there was a soccer ball. (Although yesterday we saw the kids at school play kick the plastic bottle and it worked fine.) So we spent some soccer time and came back to home base that seemed palatial.
Of course they sang great songs of thankfulness and there was a soccer ball. (Although yesterday we saw the kids at school play kick the plastic bottle and it worked fine.) So we spent some soccer time and came back to home base that seemed palatial.
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