Today we went on a field trip to a very bizarre but fabulously fun place.
We foreigners generally don’t have a clue where we’re going for these, and the explanation we got this time was no better. “Flour”, was all Jennifer said when we asked, in a tone of voice that said she thought that was perfectly self-explanatory. We thought maybe we were going to a mill or a bakery or something.
I became slightly uncertain about this theory when everyone started taking off their socks. Taking off your shoes is normal in many indoor places here, but not your socks. Then the trousers got rolled up, and the kids listened to an introduction by some members of staff while I looked on, still none the wiser. Take your socks off! commanded Jennifer as she walked past me.
And before I know it, I’m walking barefoot along a passageway ankle-deep in flour.
We emerged into a room of, well, flour. Big heaps of flour, floury footprints, and some more flour. The kids gathered round the flour hills and were shown how to paint pictures using flour…
…and how to sieve it to make a floury canvas…
…on which to draw pictures!It was great fun, and of course everyone ended up covered in flour. Then, looking like a crowd of little ghosts, they were shown into the next room, where everyone was given dough with which to make cookies.
The next room involved playing with huge lumps of dough. I recieved about a dozen necklaces, bracelets, and rings made out of dough. The girls said “Teacher, you are princess!”. :) And finally, we were shown into what I can only describe as a large room filled with seeds. It looked like a beach, only indoors, with seeds instead of sand, and no sea. That’s me being buried in the seeds. Everyone (teachers included) had a wonderful time rolling in the seeds, playing with the toys, digging, having seed fights, and all the kinds of things you normally do when you’re in a room full of seeds.
And then, as we were leaving, we passed through this little chamber where we had all the remaining seeds and flour blown off our clothes.
Mind you, I changed my clothes after work and a shower of seeds rained down on the floor.
But sure doesn’t that happen to everyone now and again?