AGS India Immersion Programme 2017/18

Pitch report - after a smattering of unanticipated rain, the groundskeepers clearly forgot to put the covers on, and the Maidan fields were wet underfoot. Conditions were unfavorable for running rugby, but seemingly this did not matter, as Crow Field was invaded by a number of boys and girls for their ripper rugby tournament. More to come on that later. But first, a huge happy birthday to Nikau's father, Leon Beazley, we hope you enjoy!  Sickness Update: Josh Roberts - the man is a legend, and is almost back to full health. Ryan Donovan - has been dealt a double blow and returned to bed for most of the day, only to peak back in the evening.  George Skinner - a new addition to the Grammar infirmary but continues to be his bubbly self, full credit to you George! Michael Derevianko and Ben Lerner - staying in high spirits but still firmly in the sick bay for a little longer.  Mr. Crook - fully back into the swing of things after a rough few days.  ...

Joshua Roberts I lost my camera case. Actually, that's a lie. Rowan lost my camera case. I give him my camera for one night to look at my photos and guess what happens. My camera case gets lost. It was such a perfect camera case. Padded with just enough protection to prevent the camera from being damaged whilst not being too bulky to fit in my pocket. It even had a little strap so I could attach it to my fanny pack. Now it's gone. Never to be seen again. I will miss you camera case. And so I must bid you farewell. Kolkata you are a wonderful city but our time to part has come. Bring on Darjeeling.

Ben Lerner A few days ago, while on a day out with some of the Jungle crow boys, we ended up in their neighbourhood, the name of which I am unsure about. We went to their old primary school, another random primary school and ended up in one of the boys' house.  House is an exaggeration. It was around half the size of my bedroom, 4 people living in it. People always speak of these 'houses half the size of their bedroom' but you don't fully understand it until a proud Kolkatan takes you in and attempts to 'show you around'. There was so much I didn't understand; how they all slept on a bed the size of one I sleep on alone, how they have space to make and eat food, how they all managed to maintain such bright smiles when a photo of their late husband/father lay staring down on them on the wall. They were all so proud and happy, and their attitude caused all of us (George, Miller, Cam and myself) to seriously re-evaluate how lucky we really are in life.  ...