Christmas at the Ashram

Shoaib and Chote Lal painting the ashram fence

The raging bull, Ray, in the Kabaddi action

View from the apartment balcony

Raju, Sona and Sunil with their new legs

Merry christmas everyone,

Hope you all had a great christmas. We had the best christmas over here at the ashram. It was our second christmas in a row away from family and we both really missed that. But we were surrounded by so many people here, that we've grown so close to over the last 3 months that we weren't lonely at all.

It was so different to the usual christmas we are used to...it started at 1am with a patient who had crawled to our room as he was in so much pain and needed some pain medication the poor guy. In the morning we had a chat to family back home and hung out with the patients.
After lunch we had some real fun games with the staff and patients, highlights were wheelchair races with the patients (see the video below...proof I won even if I was disqualified as apparently it's not ok to push young paralysed boys off the track) and an indian game, kabaddi, which is a rugby/bullrush kind of game. So fun, although def some sore bodies afterwards.

They organised a christmas drama production thing complete with homemade costumes that was performed on the night. I (Jake) got a token role as the only pale face in the drama, as one of the 3 wise men and had to say one hindi sentence. I said it completely seriously but the audience erupted into laughter and applause. Pretty funny. All the patients as I've been walking around the ashram today have been repeating my line to me.

We had caterers cook dinner for everyone. Wed catered for 200 people but word got around the neighbourhood and we ended up feeding about 300. After dinner the real party started. We'd had the idea of having a dance party as indians love to dance so much. So Ruth took it on herself to organise it and get everyone excited about it for the whole week leading up to it. One of the indian staff was in charge of sorting out some speakers and in true indian style had gone all out. Half way during the day 3 indian guys rocked up with 4 huge concert worthy speakers and a mixing desk and proceeded to blast out sounds for the rest of the day and night. All the guys get so into the dancing and bust out the coolest funniest moves with all seriousness.

Last weekend we got to stay a couple of nights in a crazy flash apartment in south delhi that an australian couple from the ashram, Ray and Louise, were housesitting for an american couple. We had to drive through 2 massive sets of gates with guards, drive past the golf course to get to this huge hotel like building. The apartment was on the 7th floor and had 4 huge double bedrooms with ensuites. There was a tennis court, swimming pool and billiards room that we could use and a restaurant that delivered the food to your apartment. Really was another world from any we're used to in NZ, let alone India.
Although we had a real cool couple of days there, we were acually so glad to get back to the ashram. I think it reminded us how the most important thing in life is relationships.
It showed us how close we've gotten to so many of the patients here after only 3 months that we were hanging out to see them again. Made us realise for the first time how hard its going to be to leave here in another 3 months.

One thing that I (Jake) have been helping out with that has been so rewarding is getting prosthetic limbs for 3 of our patients. It's been a mission as we've had to drive a couple of hours each way to this place that was providing us with free limbs and it involved a number of trips. But, they've finnaly got their new legs and seeing how stoked they are when they take their first steps makes it so worthwhile. It makes such a huge difference for them having a limb. One of the young guys, Sunil, who had both legs amputated below the knee was so depressed when we arrived here and was talking about killing himself. But since we started taking him to get his limbs measured and fitted for the prosthetics he's become a new person.

We have both grown to love this place so much. Although some days its hard living in community in a culture that is so so different to our own, this experience has been so rewarding. I (Ruth) feel like I have never laughed so much but have also maybe never cried so much. The good with the bad, the beautiful with the ugly and kindness with the greed. All in a day in the life of India. Love this place.

Much love,
Jake n Ruth

The contrasts.....

Parvi and his new bride!
Wedding rituals
Confetti and fireworks everywhere!
The ladies.....
Jake and I with Parvi-on his horse drawn bling cart...so cool!
Trying to dance Indian styles.....
Sick homeless man we picked up from Yamuna Bazaar
Lil homeless kids on the filthy Gangee river
Jun Jun rocking his new legs!!!

Oh man....this place called India has so so many contrasts...the rich to the poor, the happy to the depressed, the generous spirits and the greedy. I have been truley overwhelmed by this all.

It has been an eventful week. Myself, 2 other nurses from our clinic, and a few other guys from the ashram went into delhi to Yamuna Bazaar. This is where the homeless, druggies, and "the lowest of the low" hang out. This is a stretch of about 1km from under a big bridge in old delhi and along the Yamuna river. They are huddled under holey blankets or clustered in small groups to keep warm over a small fire, or shooting up with dirty needles.

As we were arrived we were approached by police men telling us to quickly get out of here as these are "dangerous people...criminals...".

As we walked through the streets and along the river I was lightly showered with ash-from the burning bodies on their funeral piles along the river.

The homeless people here know we are from the Sewa Ashram now so do not try to hurt us....they tell each other in Hindi "no these are good people....they are ok here".

We walk among the curled up bodies pulling blankets back to see if they are still alive and if they need help. We also ask they small gathering crowd who are the sickest and who need help the most. They quickly show us.

We found two people that needed our help urgently-the first the man in the photo, is severely malnourished and covered in his own poo and wee. The thin holey blanket offers little warmth and he lies on the grass. The stench is potent. He has suspected TB.

If he had been left another day or two he would surely be dead.

The next is a patient with leprosy who has a foot wound. Once back at the ashram with the patients I pulled off his foot dressing that had been in place for over a week to have thick pus ooze out everywhere. He was covered in head lice which crawled over his clothing-we had to burn these to get rid of the critters. The thing that got me was he gripped onto his dirty pus covered cloth that was around his foot as it was one of his only possesions. We finaly convinced him it was ok to burn it and we would provide him with new clothes. Tears welled up in my eyes.

These patients are doing abit better now-the infected foot guy is getting heaps better, and the other man with TB is doing ok. They are both eating and drinking and able to take their medicine so its just a waiting game to see if their bodies can do the rest of the healing.

I am so glad we could help these two men....there is so so many more but if we can help a few it is better than nothing.

The photo of Jun Jun with his new legs is for you Sharlene! He lost his legs when he fell off a train when he was drunk with a friend. His friend died but he survived but lost both his legs. Finaly being able to walk again will be such a great step (mind the pun) for him in terms of his confidance and independance. Yay!!! He was one of Sharlene's favourites and often tells me to straighten my hair to look like beautiful Sharlene. Haha gotta love him.

Last night we went to an AMAZING wedding of Jakes friend Parvi. He got married in a Hindu ceremony. Jake, myself, Louise, Jenny, Ray and lil Hunter went along and us girls loved loved loved getting dressed up in our saris's and bindi's! The wedding place was amazing, a huge lawn adorned with lights, ribbons, countless food tables and stalls. The cermonys they did were so fun and felt like such a priveledge to see. One of my best experiences in India so far for sure!

We danced and ate naan bread made right in front of you, and chatted to the curious Indians who were definatly wondering what the bunch of white people were doing there.

The contrast here is incredible. Am working on where I fit in it and being able to enjoy the luxuries we have, yet knowing where the thin line is of being ignorant to the needy. All in a days work though......Am doing well, keeping reletively healthy and am not too homesick.

So alls good!

Lots of love....Ruth

Another day another dhal

something for me to aspire to


arun and me

making cowdung cakes

Bharwa- Ruths patient who passed away

Destitute patient sitting outside the hospital with maggot infested wound



I was sitting on one of the rooftop's here at the ashram enjoying the afternoon winter sun reading a book. The roof overlooks rural fields where nomad rajastani herdsman and their families often set up camp during the winter months. There was a group of 3 young teenage rajastani girls giggling away while they collected cow dung with their bare hands. They would squat down and knead it as if it was bread dough. They lay these out to dry and then sell them on the side of the road. The life they live is in such contrast from the teenagers I know back home but they seemed so happy in their work. They live in tents with dusty dirt floors and are far from rich in a worldly sense but the strong community relationships they seem to have is probably the one biggest thing that sets them apart from the destitute patients that we mainly deal with in the ashram. So many of the patients here seem to have the same basic story. Mothers or fathers dieing, extended family or parents new spouse abusing them or unable to look after them, leaving home in search of a better life, ending up on the street, getting into drugs or abusive relationships resulting in a major illness and therefore coming to the ashram. The single most important thing, I feel, to prevent this is not more money, but more love. A close knit family and supportive community in most of their cases would prevent their downward spiral of events. The community aspect of the ashram is therefore a major focus. Not only providing healthcare, food and shelter for these patients, but also, a community where they feel loved and valued and where a hope in the future can be restored.
Hearing there stories, it’s actually so amazing that most of the patients here still seem to be capable of so much laughter and smiles.

India is a land of such huge contrasts. With one billion people living in a county, I guess it’s to be expected. A country that has some of the richest people in the world is still home to the largest population of the poorest. Delhi’s malls and metro system are nicer than any of seen all around the world but it’s ‘rivers’ and roads are also the dirtiest.
There are a lot of huge palatial houses in Delhi but 160000 people live without a home, sleeping on the streets (that’s more than the whole population of my city, Hamilton, living on the streets!).

We've had some pretty crazy experiences in the last couple of weeks. Ruth was taking one of our sick patients to the doctor when he stopped breathing. She had to perform CPR on him with the help of a breathing bag in the back of our makeshift ambulance van but when they arrived the doctor was not there. The CPR was unsuccessful and the patient died. She had to turn around and drive back to the ashram with the body. First time a person has died in her arms.
I was at one of the public hospitals with an Indian worker and we found a guy sitting out the front of the hospital with half his foot missing. The bones were all exposed and there were maggots eating away the flesh. Back at the ashram I had to pick the maggots out of his foot with tweezers and try to clean it as best we could before trying to get him admitted for surgery...something you would assume to be simple with this kind of wound.

Stories like these at home would be so out of the ordinary and a few months back would have been so hard to deal with. But, here they seem to be so much more normal and just a part of life. It’s funny how well you can deal with crazy situations when you're here.

jake

tora bunda and birthday shinadigans

Trucks full of people zooming down the motorway, and the vendors that pounce on you when you stop at the lights. This coconut would set you back $0.20cents.

Hmmm birthday lunch. SALAD! You crave fresh veges and fruit!

Having curry for my birthday on top of the roof with some other volunteers.

This is Amiri...nicknamed "tora bunda". which translates to little monkey.

Gorgeous Najoo. Found at railway station. Advanced breast cancer.

Just the usual you see on the roads! Lady pulling rickshaw with her two children, carrying her tiny baby!!

Waiting to give blood......

Things are starting to get busy again here at the ashram with a few sick patients arriving. We got a call from someone that knew of the ashram telling us there was a lady living at a railway station in south delhi who was sick. We went down to pick her up and was abit surprised as she looked ok'ish and could even walk to the car.

After arriving back at the ashram we took her dressing down to her right breast. She had a massive fungating tumor. Her breast literally crumbled apart when the dressing was removed. The stench was very strong.

She is HIV+ so is unwell anyway. We have taken her for lots of tests seeing what we can do for her. The hard thing is we don't know if there is much we can do. The cancer is too advanced. We now need to find out whether we make her comfortable here to die, or take her to a Mother Theresa ashram for the dying.

You see crazy stuff every day but this particular lady really moved me.

We got some volunteers together to donate blood as both she and another patient desperately needed it.

We came back from that and I got to give her her fist shower in a long time. This was a privilege. To be with someone so so vunerable and try and show them a small bit of love and care. I managed to find her some brand new clothes to wear. She looked so gorgeous and happy after!

I will keep you posted on her progress.

We have another patient called Amiri...nicknamed "tora bunda", which translates to 'little monkey'. He is one of the smallest men I have met. Hahaha he is about 32 kgs. He says that he is either 54 or 80 years old....haha. Even though he is small he has alot of strength in his voice! He yells and screams at me if I approach him with an IV antibiotic to put in his IV line. Sometimes I am very thankful my Hindi is so crap so I dont understand what he is calling me! Haha straight after I have given it he loves me again.

So many characters here!

Had my birthday a week ago. Jake took me into Delhi to stay in a hotel for the night, went to go shopping the next day but everything was closed due to yet another protest. They love their protests here!

Anyway we went out for lunch instead. Was SUCH a treat having a salad with blue cheese, pear and walnuts. Hmmmm...fresh food is so good! Theres only so many curries you can have for breakie lunch and dinner.

Ok, today is my day off again so I am off to the markets with another volunteer friend here Louise....Yay! Nice to get out for a lil outing.....Think Jake will give this one a miss though. Hes not the most committed shopper youv met =)

New life young death

Abida's baby girl born last night. 2kgs.

Has been an interesting last few days.......We had a young 15 year old girl arrive with her mother from the local slum up the road. The ashram has been helping this family for many years. they have one small room in the slum which 10 people live.

This girl was quite sick but was difficult to establish what exactly was wrong with her. We had taken her to the hospital twice, and the local Dr twice too but she kept getting discharged-each time we wernt much closer to finding out what was wrong.

After a few days of this, her health deteriorated even more, she then went into septic shock. We rushed her to the hospital again, yet 3 hours later she died in the emergency department. 15 years old.

Her mother had to be carried out as she was too stricken with grief to walk.

You see crazy things every day here but there is some things that effect you more than other. This was definatly one of those times for me.

Along with the sadness there is always beauty though.

Last night I was in the delivery room when a lady that stays in the womans part of the ashram gave birth to a baby girl. SHESH! It wasnt something i will forget fast! I think I will be waiting a little while till i experince that first hand!! The mother Abida and her baby are doing well and will come back home tonight. I am looking forward to lots of cuddles with her.

Ruth =)

One month in...jakes first blog

Some of the boys at work in the vegetables

The traffic starting to block up waiting at the train crossing

Driving Praseeda and 14 of the kids to the ashram

Ramu, stoked to be up out of bed

Our first month in India has now gone by. It's being an interesting month for me, especially returning to the ashram after being here for a few months four years ago. There's been so many changes in those years. Mostly, the people. It's encouraging when you see some of the young boys that have now grown up. Also some of the longterm patients I treated last time i was here still remain but are much better. Many of the faces I always associated with the ashram in my memories have now moved on. Some to better things, but sadly I also hear many stories of others, including some of the boys in leadership here previously, returning to the streets and the drug and alcohol problems that often brought them here in thefirst place. It's sad but at the end of the day, its their choice.
So far my days have been taken up with a mixture of physio work, driving patients and families around, taking driving lessons for some of the other indian workers and also playing cricket and a few other games with some of the locals.

One of my favourite patients is a guy called Ramu. 6 months ago he had an accident in a truck and ended up in hospital with a fractured odontoid (bone in neck). Initially he was paralysed from the neck down, unable to move any of his limbs, but even to survive an injury causing spinal damage at this level is something to be thankful for. When I arrived a month ago he was still on bedrest but had recovered all sensation in his body, plus the strength on his right side. He had some return of movements on the left side but this was still very weak. Over the last month he's made so much progress and as you can see in the photo taken today, he is now walking with one crutch which he mostly just carries around. The left arm is still very weak but time will tell if this can recover further too.

Vinod, from ruths previous blog, is doing good too and is starting to get himself around in a wheelchair that we were able to get for him.

Ruth has settled in really quickly and is already doing so much in the clinic. Her experience on the plastics ward at Waikato has been so useful with all the bed sores and crazy wounds to dress each day. I think so many people, including myself, had been preparing her for the worst that when she got here it was a little bit tamer than she imagined. She's already braving the Dehli roads driving, which I hardly did in my first 3 months here last time. Her driving style fits right in here.

The chaos on the roads is the one thing here that can really get me frustrated. It feels like i've wasted so much time sitting in traffic with horns blearing in your ears and dust and fumes in your face, dodging cars and bikes and cows and whatever else you can imagine. The most frustrating thing is that so much of the traffic jams would be solved with obedience to basic road rules. One example...every sunday evening I drive a short distance to pick up a family from their nearby house and on the way there's a train track we have to cross. Without fail, every sunday i end up sitting in a traffic jam at this crossing because when the barriers come down the traffic starts blocking up on both sides of the road instead of sticking in their own lane. On the other side they're of course doing the same so when the barriers open there's a braveheart style clash in the middle, with the result been a lot of horns and no one going anywhere too soon.

This family I pick up is amazing though. The mum and dad, Praseeda and Prakash came to the ashram individually 10 years ago and have been working here ever since. They got married about 5 years ago and since then have had one child of their own but have also adopted 16 other children that have come through the ashram gates without any parents. The kids range in age from 4 to 17. Crazy when when you think Praseeda is the same age as me! They are such an amazing couple and the kids are all such cool, well behaved, intelligent kids that are doing really well at school. To hear where they came from only a few years back is unbelievable.

To sum it up, everything is going really well here so far. We're enjoying it, we're healthy, we're challenged daily and are having some crazy experiences. The food can get a bit monotonous but the weather is perfect. Starting to cool off, especially at nights, although its still a nice 30 degrees during the day. It rained a wee bit last night which is the first rain we've felt in over 2 months. We're so stoked to have missed the 40-50 degree days of june and july (cheers scott and shar for braving those months).

Had so many more thoughts but this is getting too long so will save them for another blog maybe.

Hope you're all well.
Much love,
Jake

chapati party and tiny bundles

5 month old baby...2.6kgs. Severely undernourished

Sewa Ram, passed away last night

Splash water theme park shinadagins. Hired swim suits AMAZING.

Chapati Party......Making chapatis for dinner.

Another intersesting week at the ashram!

Have had some cool times and some sad ones too....The good ones first! Went to a local water "theme park" with our friends that also work for the ashram Ray and Louise with their two kids Sam and Hunter. This place was so funnily dodgy in terms or rust everywhere (tetanus....tick), shallow landing pools after the slides, and slimey looking water. Fun though! Was abit overwhelming getting surrounded by the locals and harassed into going to the "water disco"....ok ok so I was keen to go in the first place im not gunna lie.

Then there was hired costumes......AMAZING!!! I have never felt so flattered and feminine. haha. Jake flat rufused the mens hired costume. Floral speedos wernt his thing aparently.

Also have been helping in the kitchen abit with the chapatis. Shesh I never knoew it was sucha process! They have a team of about 8 guys making these every night.

We had a patient pass away last night. He was one of our TB patients that had alot of other illness going on. I have been really challenged on my world view of what is "the best" treatment for patients, and dying with dignity. India is so so different to what I know in so many ways. Their view on life and loosing life is one of these. I get torn between wanting to do what I know and have experienced, and being aware that this is their culture and who am I to change it.

Big thoughts.....very differnent experiences......

Today we had a visit from our Rajasthan neighbours. These are a group of farmers who live south of Delhi in a massive state. These farmers are nomads and live in very very basic tents (ie thin steet of plastic over 2 bamboo poles), when it gets to winter they move their families and herd of animals to delhi as there is more grass for their animals.

They have camped up right next to the ashram and I now sleep with ear plugs from the noise of the cows scuffing their huge horns all night against our bedroom wall.

They are VERY private people and do not ask help from people other than their own so we were suprised to see them in the clinic. The husband and wife had with them a 5 month old baby who had been having dirrohea and vommiting the past 5 days. When the mother pulled back the blanket and showed me the baby I gasped. This baby was tiny. It was so badly malnourished and was the size for a premature/very new born baby (2.6 kgs). Its legs were just skin and bone. I cuddled it and was so so aware of how fragile she was. Being the 5th child in this family and being a girl meant that this family has not alot of regard for her surviving.

We took them to the Doctor yet the family did not want her admitted as they "needed to move the cow herd". Prioritys. The only thing we could do was buy them the medications she needed and pray she gets given them and when they return in 10days she is still alive.

Definatly felt so helpless. You can only try so hard but sometimes people just dont want the help.

India is so full of beauty and tragidy rolled in together.

road rage and festy feet

NZ crew at the ashram-Sharlene and Scotts last night. Jake me and Jenny with the Woolstons

Munched foot guy after dressing was first taken down.

Venod sitting in his brand new wheelchair watching the fireworks!

Diwali festival lights at the kids house

Jake playing cricket out the back of the ashram with the local kids.

It has been an eventful week! Firstly we had the Diwali festival on Saturday...this is where all the indians go crazy with fireworks and lights and THEE loudest sounding firecrackers you can get....I was walking down the local market street and one of these went off beside me-thought I had just been shot at! Crazy kids! We celebrated at the ashram with all the volunteers pitching in to get fireworks...let them off that night with not the most safety savvy patients iv met! There was alot of screaming and cheering going on. Good times!

Another bit of cool news is Venod who I talked about last blog got given a brand spanking new wheelchair! Yay!! He is getting up in it for about an hour each day.

Jake had taken an ambulance load of paraplegics/amputee's down to south Delhi to a Spinal Hospital. Here the management told Jake that they would supply us at the ashram with 7 BRAND new wheelchairs for free...AND will fit and supply all our patients in need of limbs with FREE prosthetics! So stoked!

Be so good to get these patients back on their feet with new limbs so they can get intergrated back into the community.

On another day Jake picked up a guy who was sitting outside a local governement hospital-he had been sitting there for 3 days with bandages to his head, arms and foot. He is a pick pocket and a drug addict from delhi. While pickpocketing on a train he either jumped to escape or was pushed onto the tracks sustaining injuries. After going to this hospital he was either discharged or simply walked out (possibly to get high again).

Jake bought him back to the ashram where he was washed, and given clean clothes. The dressings to his head and arm were taken down and was just minor stitches and scrapes.

Then we took down his foot dressing.......The stench was awful and revealed half his foot missing, the tissue to the bottom of his foot was extensivly damaged and showed all his tendons.

Half the top of his foot was also missing. The guy was in alot of pain and was running a high grade fever.

We took him back to this hospital straight away as he was heading into septic shock. The hospital turned us away after taking a quick glance to say this was "not an emergency case".

Shesh it was hard to keep polite! With a background in plastics nursing I knew he needed months worth of procedures that did not have a very good chance of healing. We returned 2 days later as requested for a second opinion which by this time the foot had become gangrenous and was amputated.

Driving the ambulance back from this hospital in the crazy delhi rush hour traffic sounded like a good challenge to me at the time so I jumped in and started driving.....About half an hour from the ashram I had a crazy driver pull up next to me, then try for the next 20 minutes to run me off the road. I had 3 sick patients, plus two other nurses from the clinic with me and I honestly thought I was going to crash and kill the people in my truck! Everyone was screaming and I was trying to stay on the road while the crazy driver in front swerved back and forth in front of me trying to land us in the ditch. We finally stopped and the police were all of sudden there-there was alot of yelling going on! We found out the guy was drunk and had taken it upon himself to try and stop our truck and take a photo of us as he thought we were using the ambulance for fun and didnt have any patients. MENTAL!!! The police were shinning their torches in my eyes and then in the back to see the sick patients. The police finally said we could go, so I had to try and get my legs to stop shaking enough to get my foot on the accelerator.

Hahaha just another day in paradise.

Other than than that we are both well...No delhi belly yet! Will keep you posted though dont you worry. Weather has cooled down so is really good. Warm days with cool nights. Perfect.

Scott and Sharlene and kids have left the ashram and fly out tonight-they have made sucha huge impact here and there was alot of sad goodbyes and tears from both the staff and the patients.

Gotta run-another curry awaits!

Arrival at the Ashram

Jake, Scott, Geaorge and Oscar at the local cricket game...madness!Sharlene, Jake and Venod.

Yay we finally arrived! Swollen cankles and a lil tired but stoked to be here. Arrived at 4am to Delhi where our good friend Scotty picked us up. Walked into the ashram after an hour drive to have a few patients shout out "Namasteeeeee" (Hello). Our good friends Sharlene and Scott with their 3 kids who have been working here the past 6 months had set our cute lil room up with new sheets and a pile of insect repelent. Wicked!

So far this week has been a mixture of emotions....trying to get used to this culture, language and where we slot into this place...so different than back home!! So cool too though too.

I reakon iv had one of the best moment of my life the other day....

We have a patient called Venod. He has been at the Ahsram for 9 months after been found on the steps of a hospital in Delhi. He was paralyed over a year ago from the waist down and had been pretty much used as a guinne pig at a hospital by the "learning doctors" for 3 months.

They then decided they had had enough lessons off him so left him on the steps of this public hospital where he sat in his own waste with no food of water for 3 days before staff at the ashram found him.

He was extremely depressed and has no family that we know of. He has been lovingly cared for here, but has been on bed rest for 9 months.....I know I cannot know what he is thinking but im sure he would be thinking if he would ever sit up again, or get to sit in the sun, or be mobile....This is where Jake came in!

He worked with Venod and was able to sit him up on the edge of the bed within the first 2 days!! Sharlene and I were a mess watching-I can only imagine how long he has waited for this and how stoked he was. He was crying too. We have now got him up into a chair for a few hours everyday and are currently waiting for his very own wheelchair to arrive. I cant wait to take him for a spin around the ashram and up the road for a bottle of fizzy! Hes now smiling and chatting and heard him laugh for the first time the other day. Totaly a differnent man than 9 months ago.

For those interested too the food is sweet. Cant stop singing "Its my cha party and il cry if I want to..." Every time we have chapatis for dinner. Sure its gunna get old soon.....

Cool.....so thats a lil snipit from week one......apolagies for sideways photo....not the best with these technical things =)