So this would be nursery number three I now work at. At with a new nursery comes a whole load of new names. I was exhausted on arrival on my first day here, which didn’t help matters. Soon Honchiyou seems to be a much larger nursery than the others. The kids are split up into 5 groups of 12 or so kids, who each have their own separate room and teacher with them. I’m guessing Craig and I will be rotated round with each group. Guess which group I started in? Yup, number 1.
First on the activities list was…walking on strange platform shoes. Yeh. Wish I’d got a photo, but basically you just need to move your arms and legs in time and its very easy. Despite this I received a hearty round of applause once I had waddled around a bit. Next up, grape picking! I’m assuming we had permission to pick taking the fruit from this garden, otherwise we are all guilty of some serious fruit larsony, my job was mainly to get the high up branches, and then to hold the kids up and let them cut off little bunches. These grapes were soon to become our after lunch treat. I say treat but I’m actually not a big fan of the grapes out here, they taste rather bitter, and you’re expected to eat the pips along with the fruit. And after a lifetime of deliberately avoiding pips this is quite annoying.
After the excitement of fruit picking all of the groups went out for a walk, although you all take different routes, just to spice things up a bit. We climbed up the hill which overlooks Abuta toward a shrine. Had a great “Summer’s meadow” feel to it up there with the Sun coming in through the trees, reminded me a lot of England actually. We played a team game of dancing Rock Paper Scissors in front of a WW2 monument which I didn’t remotely understand, (the game and the monument) the kids soon clued in on this and always picked to play against me since it was a guaranteed win. I got on really well this this group of kids, one in particular was quite obsessive over me, always wanting to hold my hand. Which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if he wasn’t playing with his crotch during the time he wasn’t holding my hand…
Photos are the only way to do the day justice. So without further adue. As usual I’ll post the best of my photos within the post, and the rest can be seen on the photography page. Click here for a link to the photo album for the day.
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