Tuk tuks and houses

Got to the orphanage late today after a lazy morning swimming and combing the supermarkets for funny products (Prison Body Spray, anyone?).

Unbeknownst to us, they'd been waiting for us all morning to go and visit some of the houses the kids live in with their guardians (usually extended family). Most of them live in complete poverty, and some in houses that are actually falling down. They are about to rebuild a couple of the houses, and the mamas wanted to get some before and after pictures. It appears I am chief photographer, so we were bundled in the back of an overcrowded tuk tuk with a five-year-old navigating and off we went. Real fly-by visit - three mudbrick houses at opposite ends of town within an hour. Two rooms per house. At least six people sleeping in a room. Some have mosquito nets. Some have rooves that are falling off. There may be an outside drop loo shared between five or six houses. All neatly tended to and swept, their meagre belongings neatly stored on shelves fashioned out of bits of wood and broken glass. I'd seen some of the kids' places before, but it's shocking each time.