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| Ted - our Leader - a singularly driven and inspiring individual |
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| Claire prepping our tools for the day ahead... |
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| along with Ailyn, both very protective of our beloved Neko (the nickname for our wheelbarrows) |
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| Simon chatting up Kana, our resident TV reporter |
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| On the way to our next job, the crane in the background is a sea-based rig, highlighting our proximity to the sea. The house to the left has collapsed as its foundations were swept away |
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| This would become a very typical sight... |
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| The carcass of a Corvette deposited in a random garden |
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| The brother of the owner of our new project, unfortunately she was in hospital at the time |
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| The entrance to the garden, where you can say the cake like layer of dark sludge (this is 2 months after the tsunami). In the background you can see the kindergarden... |
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| ...whose back wall was blown out by the water... |
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| ...and ended up lying in the next door garden. |
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| The garden was also the resting place for dozens of decaying bags of rice....even the masks could not hide the putrid smell |
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| The mud carried everything and anything away in its path - hundreds of shards of glass, crockery, sporting goods, books & photo albums, home appliances - all sucked into a thick viscous black slime. |
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| A days worth of mud and junk extracted from the garden... |
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| satisfying but exhausting |
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| Across the road, the shelled out remains of the local Bridgestone tire dealer |
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| The entrance to the kindergarden |
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| The end of Day 2... |
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| Spot the difference from the beginning of the day... |
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| Pasta night - dinner offered the opportunity to relax and reflect on the day... |
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| ...and, in part because of yours truly, get involved in heated discussions about random topics |
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| Our own personal yoga instructor.... |
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| ...some were more flexible than others |
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