So I apologize for the obnoxious length of my last post, but believe it or not that is only about a 20th of all of the things that I could tell you about my time at Bigu. I promise to make this one nice and short!
Since being back in Kathmandu, I've returned to the old swing of things - going to the 4 homes that Nepal Orphans Home runs in the city, helping out with homework and just playing and hanging out. On top of this I have also been going to Bal Mandir during the day while the other children are at school. Bal Mandir is a massive orphanage for infants up to children of kindergarten age. I have been working in the baby room, there are 23 babies total 5 boys and 18 girls. Although conditions are pretty bleak the babies are almost always smiling. They are so precious and adorable and I deeply love everyone already. My duties are simply to feed, change diapers, and play with the babies and it is such a great time! However it is extremely heartbreaking as well not only becuase they are orphaned (or in most of the girls cases, abandoned) in a third world country but becuase I've also seen some very sad things. All of the babies have at least mild bruising and most have many deep bruises in places that would be very hard to get from an accident. I have also seen some of the didis and even the doctor that comes in every once in awhile be pretty rough the babies and I just don't know what to do. I'm always shocked and heart broken. I know that there is also a very large cultural difference in the way we think of babies and the frailness and how they should be treated - but even so, no baby should ever have to suffer from the bruising that I've seen. I wish there was something that I could do.
It is Hilary's last day today (the one that I've done everything with since arriving in Nepal) so I'm very sad. It won't be the same here without her! As for the rest of my time here, I will be heading to Pokhra on Sunday with the other volunteer named Kayla and the volunteer coordinator Lexi. I'll be checking out a boys home and spending some time with them while also fitting in a little sight seeing. Then me and Lexi will head back to Kathmandu early Tuesday and I'll be on my way back to the states on Wednesday! I can't believe that I only have a few days left, I feel like I just got here but I've been here forever all at the same time.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Beautiful in so many ways
Just the fact that I had the chance to live in a Buddhist monastery on top of a mountain in Nepal is such a rare and fascinating experience, but then when you throw in the friendships and memories I made with the nuns and the students and teachers at the Sherpa school, the vast amount of knowledge and respect I gained for Buddhism and their customs, and the indescribable beauty I was surrounded by every day you really can't compare it to anything else.
My time and experiences at the Bigu Monastery can never be reenacted in words. Although I can tell stories and give accounts of things that happened, the feelings that I felt and the growth I experienced I will never be able to accurately put down in words. Although I was there to offer my own knowledge love and support- I, as always, was the one who received the most of all of those categories.
Since it would probably take me days to tell you all of the great stories from my time there - I'll do just a couple.
First I want to inform you of the wish I have for you all. In Buddhism they have a white silk scarf called a Kata that you give to someone as a gift of love honor and respect. Me and Hilary both went and got one of these from monastery in order to write some prayers on them so that Ester (another volunteer who was still there when we got there and left a few days after we came) could take them with her to her hike up to an older Stupa on the very tippy top of the mountain where they were tied onto the top along with the prayer flags. I just wanted you all to know the prayers that are written for you, waving through the air on the top of a Mountain. this is what I wrote:
on one side - "Joy and peace to all my family and friends. May they all follow their hearts to happiness."
on the other side - "Love and safety to everyone at Nepal Orphans Home - especially to the children yet to come."
On to the stories:
Mom you will enjoy this (hehe). After many request and reassurances to the nun in charge of cooking that I really and sincerley wanted to help with the cooking, I got my first chance. Everywhere I've been in Nepal guest are treated so kindly and are so pampered by their host that it was hard for her to let me help. Although I was only given small jobs I considered it great progress and I had an absolute blast doing it. I was able to help kneed a massive bowl of flour and water into a dough that was used to make T momos (which is by far my favorite nepali food) And the best thing was that the cook entrusted me with a cleaver. Told you you'd be happy mom haha. I felt like a little kid playing with my mothers makeup for the first time. Strange analogy I know, but it was true. I had never used a cleaver before and knew everyone back home would be terrified by the site. Although I was only using it to chop tomatoes it was still a lot of fun. This trust and never ending belief in the capabilities of those at the monestary was striking to me. I was not the only one using a cleaver, every nun from the ages of 8 on up were completely entrusted with them without a second thought. At first I found this a little frightening but once I realized the scope of it I was touched. No one was ever doubted or treated any differently than anyone else no matter what the situation was. Children were given as much respect and trust as elders while at the same time being completely allowed to be kids. Watching the interactions between the nuns - of differing ages or of the same ages - was always moving. They cared so much for each other in every way. I was so grateful just to witness it, and unspeakably grateful when the same love respect and trust was continuously shown to me.... not just by entrusting me with a cleaver.
Both the nuns and the children in the Sherpa school had this never ending excitement, energy, and eagerness about them when it came to learning- both about English and about me - that is was almost overwhelming at times, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. instead of just repeating words are answering questions it always seemed to be a determined game of who could yell the words or answers the loudest, which never ceased to be hysterical and could put a smile on anyone's face. Most of the children were always so anxious to show off what they had learned and could be caught using English every once in awhile, usually in the most adorable of ways. Even though teaching posed many difficulties - especially with the nuns who were grouped together with so many different ages and skill levels - it was so rewarding to watch how excited they would get upon learning a new word, or putting the months in order correctly, or explaining something to you in English outside of class and realizing that you actually understand what they are talking about. It was wonderful.
The Monastery had two dogs that me and Hilary so fondly named Cujo 1 and Cujo 2. Most of you know that I'm not always the biggest fan of dogs, especially huge scary ones. Well these dogs were ginormous and you can tell by the names we gave them that they weren't the nicest dogs ever. They would be tied up all day and then let out as guard dogs at night. However since the bathrooms were a good distance off from our room, through a field full of leeches, we had to deal with these mongrels every night while getting ready for bed. After several mild heart attacks from the dogs running up behind us and barking at us, or sneaking up completely unnoticed and managing to stay in the pure blackness so that we could only suddenly see their eyes and then deciding to start growling and barking I definitely grew a major dislike for them. The worst part however was the fact that when it was raining (which it always was at night) the dogs immediately dropped there guard dog duties to lounge on the porch in front of our room instead, taking advantage of the roof to keep them dry. Normaly this would perfectly ok, but not only did they spend that entire time glaring, growling, and barking in at me through the window which my bed was right next to, but they also completely destroyed the wall. Clawing away at it so that every morning there would be huge chunks of wall scattered all over the porch. By the time we left the monastery there was maybe an inch or two of wall actually left in the area underneath the window that my bed was on the other side of. It was so bad that grandfather (an old man who did a bunch of random chores and odd jobs around the monastery) had to put up a gate which was literally a door cut in half. We were very excited when we saw him putting it up, but without fail a little bit after getting into bed there were dogs yet again growling barking howling and scratching away throughout the night. At first we thought that they were hitting the gate until it came unlocked and they could get through, but it didn't take us long to realize that they were actually able to simply jump right over it. This may not sound impressive but picture this: Our room was on the second floor, with stairs coming up the side of the building and ending in a very small platform where it turned into the porch and you walked on that to get to the door of our room. This platform of sorts, along with the stairs, were maybe 2 feet wide out from the side of the building with no railing or fencing or any structure of any sort on the other side. So I could see how they get over the gate to get under the porch but i am still completely baffled as to how they ever got back over it again without flying over the stairs and crashing to the ground. I never witnessed this act of mysterious ability and I have yet to wrap my mind around how it is possible. The difficulty of this feat however meant that the dogs took much longer to leave our porch when and if it ever did stop raining at night. This meant that they were there all night every night. Barking. Growling. Not just any growl, like the growl that they beef up in movies to make the dog seem like a man eating, rabies infested monster that will attack anything in its path. This was extremely unfortunate and the cause of many sleepless nights - not actually becuase of the noise, we could get used to that pretty quickly but becuase we were so afraid to leave our room when they were out there that me and Hilary both spent a couple miserable nights where we had woken up, bladders about to burst, and too terrified to face the dogs in order to get to the bathrooms. The dogs really couldn't have been that bad you may say, but let me tell you I would still decide every time to lay awake in pain and agony until the morning when the dogs left or were taken back to be tied up than face those massive dogs. Once Brian, the new volunteer coordinator, came (he and lexi, the other new volunteer coordinator, are going around to all the placements to check them out and get a feel for what they are all about in order to better do their jobs. Him and Tashi stayed the last couple days and then hiked back with us) and heard about our plight, he didn't understand why we just didn't get a bed pan. Now while this was a more feasible option then actually making it to the real toilets - still not very ideal. Plus what would we use for bed pan? Ultimately that idea would never happen, mostly because we already stunk and were dirty enough because there are no showers at the monastery and me and Hilary had been using wet wipes every few days to give ourselves at least a little peace of mind that maybe we were getting a little clean from them and adding having to try and do business in a little pan in our room in the dark most likely would have put us over the edge. Dirt and sweat and leech residue and dried blood from the leeches and more dirt I can handle... not so much of what would be the result of a bed pan. Anyways, the dogs won their battle and held their ground, leaving us to quiver in fear and lay awake, awaiting the sun to rise when we would finaly be able to make a mad dash to the toilets. The positive side to this was that I would have to go so badly by this time that I wasn't even phased by the leeches I would pick up on the way, I was too happy at being freed from the dogs to let a few leeches ruin that.
I taught the teenage nuns Red light, Green light one day because we were starting a new lesson in their book that had to do with policeman and traffic and things like that. You can never quite expect how much joy a simple game like this can bring to children. Simply put, they loved it. It was hysterical though because they couldn't quite grasp the concept of a race and would continue to run back and forth, from the school house to me, until there was only one girl left who was declared the winner. It was always so great for me, watching the nuns, who were anywhere from 9-21 running around and playing and laughing just like anyone else. Due to the fact that they are nuns and given so much responsibility like I mentioned before, it was easy to forget every now and then that underneath it all they are simply children. Of course teaching them this lead to constant requests of it, and since they had so much fun with that game it lead to me teaching them wheel barrow races, the three legged race and simon says as well. Of all of these Red light Green light was the favorite, but whenever we would play one (which was pretty much everyday) the amount of laughter and smiles I would see could always warm me like nothing else. Don't worry these games never took the place of any learning - it actually improved it. Since the nuns had about 20 minutes after their English class until there Tibetan class, we would use that time to play the games. During class we were able to get through more, with more participation, becuase they were always so eager to get to the part where we could play a game. Also they knew that if they were not behaving or slacking off at all there wouldn't be any game at all. The power of a little fun and laughter is just as much, if not more powerful, in a Buddhist monastery in Nepal, than anywhere else in the world.
This was also true of the children at the Sherpa school who became so in love with the Hokey pokey that they would ask if it was time to do it yet between every activity and could, at any moment, be caught singing it to themselves while writing things down or working on activities in the book. It was truly adorable. Plus it was luckily completely relevant as almost the entire time we were there we were working on body parts with them, so when we were doing the hokey pokey (which yes did happen at least once a day) we made sure they were saying everything correctly and were correctly putting in the right of left of whichever body part it was. It was wonderful for me even, as I had mostly forgotten how much I use to love the exact same song and games and it was really special for me to be able to pass on things that I had cherished as a child, to children on the other side of the world.
I suppose that is enough stories for now because I could literally go on for days and no one wants to read that. I will tell you that the way back down to Kathmandu was nothing like the way up - thank God. We took a different way - the shorter but steeper way. Although this way did take us through a large area that was so affectionately dubbed "leechville" it was still infinitely better in every way. We were all actually happy and enjoying ourselves - singing songs and playing games - the entire way. Ussually just stopping to take pictures instead of stopping becuase we feel like we can't go another step. The scenery was breathtaking - Dense and lush jungle vegetation, a thick fog the entire time that constantly gave the illusion that we were floating in the clouds, we saw (and were grunted and growled at by) wild monkeys, went across random open fields of beautiful yellow wild flowers, crossed and saw many many rivers and waterfalls, and were just surrounded by beautiful green mountains and nothingness. It was truly wonderful. Plus this time it only took us two days instead of three, there were no landslides to cross, we had slept and eaten, and it was a perfect mild temperature with the sun usually too far behind all the fog. The way home only came with two glitches. The first being the night between leaving bigu and arriving in Kathmandu. We stopped at a small Sherpa families home around 7:30 to get dinner and have a place to sleep for the night. The family was wonderful, with three little boys, and were as gracious and kind as I have come to expect from Nepali people - strangers or not. They made us a wonderful dinner (rice and veggies of course) and gave me and Hilary small beds while Brian and Tashi slept on the floor with the children. The problem was that although I was one given a bed - I would have opted for the floor any day. The entire night I was being encircled by and played around by rats and mice. Now these are to be expected here and I have seen plenty of them everywhere and have grown pretty accustomed to them (there were plenty of rats and mice living in the kitchen at the monastery as well as our room and other rooms). But ussually they mind their own business, never getting to close to you. Not these ones. They were literally running circles around me. All night. I was too terrified to sleep. Even if they had kept their distance enough for me to sleep it wouldn't have been possible anyway. I was also getting rained on the entire night. There was a very decent sized leak in the thatched roof directly above my head (among other places) which also would not have bothered me except for the fact that I really couldn't move my head more than a few inches any which way for fear of the rats and mice, and those few inches never made any difference as to how wet I was getting, just as to where on my head the rain was falling. Although I'm exceptionally grateful for the place to stay and would never have complained - I was just unlucky in where I was placed - it was definitely not ideal sleeping situation. The second mishap for our way back to Kathmandu actually happened when we were done hiking and hot gotten into the town at the base of the mountain. This is where we were suppose to get a bus to take us the 5 hours to Kathmandu. We were excited coming down as we could see that there were many buses in town and were thinking that we wouldn't have any troubles. Instead of going to the bus station right away to check times we decided to rest and sat down in a little restaurant for some absolutely wonderful and refreshing cold water (the last 2 hours or so of the hike down, were just as hot as it was on out way up!) After that much appreciated break, we headed down the road to the bus park. Once got there we made quite the discovery. Haven been completely isolated from anything but Bigu for the past 3 weeks (and 4 days for Brian and Tashi) we were quite surprised to find out that, out of all the days, that day was a bus strike. Not a single bus would be going anywhere. Now tourists are not suppose to be affected by such strikes as the country needs the tourism to survive and doesn't want to inconvenience us. But innevitably it still happens. If there had been a large group us it would have been possible to persuade a bus to take us to Kathmandu, but there were only 4 of us and there is no way that that was going to happen. But this wasn't just a bus strike, it was an all motor vehicle/ any form of transport strike. People are not even allowed to drive their own cars anywhere - apparently if they do they are taking the risk of getting their car rolled and torched by people who are angry at them for not following the strike. This mean no bus, no taxis, no cars. And we had just hiked all that way! Finally we were able to work things out, we found a man who owned a jeep and was willing to take us to Kathmandu (after fastening a very large tourist only sign in his window so that people would know). Although it came with a hefty cost (he would not be able to come back from Kathmandu unless he found other tourists to bring back to his city) we were able to work things out and actually got to Kathmandu in what probably was record time because we were the only vehicle on the roads.
All in all, Bigu was a wonderful place full of love, kindness, culture, and beauty. I honestly could go on and on about it for days, but I won't do that to you. If you would like to hear more stories though just ask - I've got plenty. My time there offered me more growth in such a short period of time than I even thought possible. I was heartbroken to leave and want so badly to return.
My time and experiences at the Bigu Monastery can never be reenacted in words. Although I can tell stories and give accounts of things that happened, the feelings that I felt and the growth I experienced I will never be able to accurately put down in words. Although I was there to offer my own knowledge love and support- I, as always, was the one who received the most of all of those categories.
Since it would probably take me days to tell you all of the great stories from my time there - I'll do just a couple.
First I want to inform you of the wish I have for you all. In Buddhism they have a white silk scarf called a Kata that you give to someone as a gift of love honor and respect. Me and Hilary both went and got one of these from monastery in order to write some prayers on them so that Ester (another volunteer who was still there when we got there and left a few days after we came) could take them with her to her hike up to an older Stupa on the very tippy top of the mountain where they were tied onto the top along with the prayer flags. I just wanted you all to know the prayers that are written for you, waving through the air on the top of a Mountain. this is what I wrote:
on one side - "Joy and peace to all my family and friends. May they all follow their hearts to happiness."
on the other side - "Love and safety to everyone at Nepal Orphans Home - especially to the children yet to come."
On to the stories:
Mom you will enjoy this (hehe). After many request and reassurances to the nun in charge of cooking that I really and sincerley wanted to help with the cooking, I got my first chance. Everywhere I've been in Nepal guest are treated so kindly and are so pampered by their host that it was hard for her to let me help. Although I was only given small jobs I considered it great progress and I had an absolute blast doing it. I was able to help kneed a massive bowl of flour and water into a dough that was used to make T momos (which is by far my favorite nepali food) And the best thing was that the cook entrusted me with a cleaver. Told you you'd be happy mom haha. I felt like a little kid playing with my mothers makeup for the first time. Strange analogy I know, but it was true. I had never used a cleaver before and knew everyone back home would be terrified by the site. Although I was only using it to chop tomatoes it was still a lot of fun. This trust and never ending belief in the capabilities of those at the monestary was striking to me. I was not the only one using a cleaver, every nun from the ages of 8 on up were completely entrusted with them without a second thought. At first I found this a little frightening but once I realized the scope of it I was touched. No one was ever doubted or treated any differently than anyone else no matter what the situation was. Children were given as much respect and trust as elders while at the same time being completely allowed to be kids. Watching the interactions between the nuns - of differing ages or of the same ages - was always moving. They cared so much for each other in every way. I was so grateful just to witness it, and unspeakably grateful when the same love respect and trust was continuously shown to me.... not just by entrusting me with a cleaver.
Both the nuns and the children in the Sherpa school had this never ending excitement, energy, and eagerness about them when it came to learning- both about English and about me - that is was almost overwhelming at times, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. instead of just repeating words are answering questions it always seemed to be a determined game of who could yell the words or answers the loudest, which never ceased to be hysterical and could put a smile on anyone's face. Most of the children were always so anxious to show off what they had learned and could be caught using English every once in awhile, usually in the most adorable of ways. Even though teaching posed many difficulties - especially with the nuns who were grouped together with so many different ages and skill levels - it was so rewarding to watch how excited they would get upon learning a new word, or putting the months in order correctly, or explaining something to you in English outside of class and realizing that you actually understand what they are talking about. It was wonderful.
The Monastery had two dogs that me and Hilary so fondly named Cujo 1 and Cujo 2. Most of you know that I'm not always the biggest fan of dogs, especially huge scary ones. Well these dogs were ginormous and you can tell by the names we gave them that they weren't the nicest dogs ever. They would be tied up all day and then let out as guard dogs at night. However since the bathrooms were a good distance off from our room, through a field full of leeches, we had to deal with these mongrels every night while getting ready for bed. After several mild heart attacks from the dogs running up behind us and barking at us, or sneaking up completely unnoticed and managing to stay in the pure blackness so that we could only suddenly see their eyes and then deciding to start growling and barking I definitely grew a major dislike for them. The worst part however was the fact that when it was raining (which it always was at night) the dogs immediately dropped there guard dog duties to lounge on the porch in front of our room instead, taking advantage of the roof to keep them dry. Normaly this would perfectly ok, but not only did they spend that entire time glaring, growling, and barking in at me through the window which my bed was right next to, but they also completely destroyed the wall. Clawing away at it so that every morning there would be huge chunks of wall scattered all over the porch. By the time we left the monastery there was maybe an inch or two of wall actually left in the area underneath the window that my bed was on the other side of. It was so bad that grandfather (an old man who did a bunch of random chores and odd jobs around the monastery) had to put up a gate which was literally a door cut in half. We were very excited when we saw him putting it up, but without fail a little bit after getting into bed there were dogs yet again growling barking howling and scratching away throughout the night. At first we thought that they were hitting the gate until it came unlocked and they could get through, but it didn't take us long to realize that they were actually able to simply jump right over it. This may not sound impressive but picture this: Our room was on the second floor, with stairs coming up the side of the building and ending in a very small platform where it turned into the porch and you walked on that to get to the door of our room. This platform of sorts, along with the stairs, were maybe 2 feet wide out from the side of the building with no railing or fencing or any structure of any sort on the other side. So I could see how they get over the gate to get under the porch but i am still completely baffled as to how they ever got back over it again without flying over the stairs and crashing to the ground. I never witnessed this act of mysterious ability and I have yet to wrap my mind around how it is possible. The difficulty of this feat however meant that the dogs took much longer to leave our porch when and if it ever did stop raining at night. This meant that they were there all night every night. Barking. Growling. Not just any growl, like the growl that they beef up in movies to make the dog seem like a man eating, rabies infested monster that will attack anything in its path. This was extremely unfortunate and the cause of many sleepless nights - not actually becuase of the noise, we could get used to that pretty quickly but becuase we were so afraid to leave our room when they were out there that me and Hilary both spent a couple miserable nights where we had woken up, bladders about to burst, and too terrified to face the dogs in order to get to the bathrooms. The dogs really couldn't have been that bad you may say, but let me tell you I would still decide every time to lay awake in pain and agony until the morning when the dogs left or were taken back to be tied up than face those massive dogs. Once Brian, the new volunteer coordinator, came (he and lexi, the other new volunteer coordinator, are going around to all the placements to check them out and get a feel for what they are all about in order to better do their jobs. Him and Tashi stayed the last couple days and then hiked back with us) and heard about our plight, he didn't understand why we just didn't get a bed pan. Now while this was a more feasible option then actually making it to the real toilets - still not very ideal. Plus what would we use for bed pan? Ultimately that idea would never happen, mostly because we already stunk and were dirty enough because there are no showers at the monastery and me and Hilary had been using wet wipes every few days to give ourselves at least a little peace of mind that maybe we were getting a little clean from them and adding having to try and do business in a little pan in our room in the dark most likely would have put us over the edge. Dirt and sweat and leech residue and dried blood from the leeches and more dirt I can handle... not so much of what would be the result of a bed pan. Anyways, the dogs won their battle and held their ground, leaving us to quiver in fear and lay awake, awaiting the sun to rise when we would finaly be able to make a mad dash to the toilets. The positive side to this was that I would have to go so badly by this time that I wasn't even phased by the leeches I would pick up on the way, I was too happy at being freed from the dogs to let a few leeches ruin that.
I taught the teenage nuns Red light, Green light one day because we were starting a new lesson in their book that had to do with policeman and traffic and things like that. You can never quite expect how much joy a simple game like this can bring to children. Simply put, they loved it. It was hysterical though because they couldn't quite grasp the concept of a race and would continue to run back and forth, from the school house to me, until there was only one girl left who was declared the winner. It was always so great for me, watching the nuns, who were anywhere from 9-21 running around and playing and laughing just like anyone else. Due to the fact that they are nuns and given so much responsibility like I mentioned before, it was easy to forget every now and then that underneath it all they are simply children. Of course teaching them this lead to constant requests of it, and since they had so much fun with that game it lead to me teaching them wheel barrow races, the three legged race and simon says as well. Of all of these Red light Green light was the favorite, but whenever we would play one (which was pretty much everyday) the amount of laughter and smiles I would see could always warm me like nothing else. Don't worry these games never took the place of any learning - it actually improved it. Since the nuns had about 20 minutes after their English class until there Tibetan class, we would use that time to play the games. During class we were able to get through more, with more participation, becuase they were always so eager to get to the part where we could play a game. Also they knew that if they were not behaving or slacking off at all there wouldn't be any game at all. The power of a little fun and laughter is just as much, if not more powerful, in a Buddhist monastery in Nepal, than anywhere else in the world.
This was also true of the children at the Sherpa school who became so in love with the Hokey pokey that they would ask if it was time to do it yet between every activity and could, at any moment, be caught singing it to themselves while writing things down or working on activities in the book. It was truly adorable. Plus it was luckily completely relevant as almost the entire time we were there we were working on body parts with them, so when we were doing the hokey pokey (which yes did happen at least once a day) we made sure they were saying everything correctly and were correctly putting in the right of left of whichever body part it was. It was wonderful for me even, as I had mostly forgotten how much I use to love the exact same song and games and it was really special for me to be able to pass on things that I had cherished as a child, to children on the other side of the world.
I suppose that is enough stories for now because I could literally go on for days and no one wants to read that. I will tell you that the way back down to Kathmandu was nothing like the way up - thank God. We took a different way - the shorter but steeper way. Although this way did take us through a large area that was so affectionately dubbed "leechville" it was still infinitely better in every way. We were all actually happy and enjoying ourselves - singing songs and playing games - the entire way. Ussually just stopping to take pictures instead of stopping becuase we feel like we can't go another step. The scenery was breathtaking - Dense and lush jungle vegetation, a thick fog the entire time that constantly gave the illusion that we were floating in the clouds, we saw (and were grunted and growled at by) wild monkeys, went across random open fields of beautiful yellow wild flowers, crossed and saw many many rivers and waterfalls, and were just surrounded by beautiful green mountains and nothingness. It was truly wonderful. Plus this time it only took us two days instead of three, there were no landslides to cross, we had slept and eaten, and it was a perfect mild temperature with the sun usually too far behind all the fog. The way home only came with two glitches. The first being the night between leaving bigu and arriving in Kathmandu. We stopped at a small Sherpa families home around 7:30 to get dinner and have a place to sleep for the night. The family was wonderful, with three little boys, and were as gracious and kind as I have come to expect from Nepali people - strangers or not. They made us a wonderful dinner (rice and veggies of course) and gave me and Hilary small beds while Brian and Tashi slept on the floor with the children. The problem was that although I was one given a bed - I would have opted for the floor any day. The entire night I was being encircled by and played around by rats and mice. Now these are to be expected here and I have seen plenty of them everywhere and have grown pretty accustomed to them (there were plenty of rats and mice living in the kitchen at the monastery as well as our room and other rooms). But ussually they mind their own business, never getting to close to you. Not these ones. They were literally running circles around me. All night. I was too terrified to sleep. Even if they had kept their distance enough for me to sleep it wouldn't have been possible anyway. I was also getting rained on the entire night. There was a very decent sized leak in the thatched roof directly above my head (among other places) which also would not have bothered me except for the fact that I really couldn't move my head more than a few inches any which way for fear of the rats and mice, and those few inches never made any difference as to how wet I was getting, just as to where on my head the rain was falling. Although I'm exceptionally grateful for the place to stay and would never have complained - I was just unlucky in where I was placed - it was definitely not ideal sleeping situation. The second mishap for our way back to Kathmandu actually happened when we were done hiking and hot gotten into the town at the base of the mountain. This is where we were suppose to get a bus to take us the 5 hours to Kathmandu. We were excited coming down as we could see that there were many buses in town and were thinking that we wouldn't have any troubles. Instead of going to the bus station right away to check times we decided to rest and sat down in a little restaurant for some absolutely wonderful and refreshing cold water (the last 2 hours or so of the hike down, were just as hot as it was on out way up!) After that much appreciated break, we headed down the road to the bus park. Once got there we made quite the discovery. Haven been completely isolated from anything but Bigu for the past 3 weeks (and 4 days for Brian and Tashi) we were quite surprised to find out that, out of all the days, that day was a bus strike. Not a single bus would be going anywhere. Now tourists are not suppose to be affected by such strikes as the country needs the tourism to survive and doesn't want to inconvenience us. But innevitably it still happens. If there had been a large group us it would have been possible to persuade a bus to take us to Kathmandu, but there were only 4 of us and there is no way that that was going to happen. But this wasn't just a bus strike, it was an all motor vehicle/ any form of transport strike. People are not even allowed to drive their own cars anywhere - apparently if they do they are taking the risk of getting their car rolled and torched by people who are angry at them for not following the strike. This mean no bus, no taxis, no cars. And we had just hiked all that way! Finally we were able to work things out, we found a man who owned a jeep and was willing to take us to Kathmandu (after fastening a very large tourist only sign in his window so that people would know). Although it came with a hefty cost (he would not be able to come back from Kathmandu unless he found other tourists to bring back to his city) we were able to work things out and actually got to Kathmandu in what probably was record time because we were the only vehicle on the roads.
All in all, Bigu was a wonderful place full of love, kindness, culture, and beauty. I honestly could go on and on about it for days, but I won't do that to you. If you would like to hear more stories though just ask - I've got plenty. My time there offered me more growth in such a short period of time than I even thought possible. I was heartbroken to leave and want so badly to return.
Monday, August 16, 2010
The worst and best days
Hey everyone, I know it's been forever but i'm finally back and yet again have access to a computer (among many other things that i'll get into later) I can't wait to tell you all about Bigu and how wonderful and amazing and beautiful and enriching it was but there is so much to tell that I won't have time for it all tonight. I'll start with getting there and some of my earlier experiences and then i'll tell the rest tomorrow!
To be quite honest getting to the monastery was a miserable ordeal. Instead of the jeep ride and 10 hour hike we were expecting we ended up with a 7 hour bus ride and 20 plus hours of hiking which took us three days. The 10 hour hike is only during the dry season when you can take a jeep a good portion of the way up the mountain. We ended up taking the longest way - but since our guide taking us up there had extremely limited English we had no idea what we were in for. Not only did we have no idea that we would even be hiking the first day at all but neither me nor Hilary had gotten very much sleep and neither of us had had breakfast or lunch or a bite to eat by the time we got to Charikot (the town the bus brought us to). We got off the bus, thinking that it was Singati which is where we were told we would be spending the night. Our guide then said to us that we had to start walking (NOT hiking notice) and we were just thinking oh okay the guest house must be a little bit of a walk. Our guide then told us it would be about 3 hours of walking till we got to Singati.... thinking that wasn't too bad we didn't bother eating anything or buying more water (even though it was excruciatingly hot out). Well that 3 hour walk turned out to be a 7 and a half hour hike down a mountain then up another and back down again. This all would have been perfectly fine if we had eaten anything at all or it hadn't been a solid 95 degrees out with barely any water or we hadn't had to continuously climb over massive landslides. I actually got so desperately thirsty that I filled up my water bottle at a little families tap on the way, completely convinced that a parasite would be better than how I was feeling. A couple times throughout the the hiking and climbing and treading through rivers I had to tell myself that I needed to remember this pain and exhaustion (as if I could ever forget) while running the half marathon I'm planning on doing in a couple months because then the running would seem like a walk in the park. By the time we finally stumbled into Singhati it was already dark and I had to concentrate so hard on actually forcing my feet to move. It may sound pathetic but I can't even describe the way my body felt with the mixture of heat exhaustion, extreme hunger (which had turned into nausea at the mere thought of food), and aching muscles. The next day consisted of 10 more hours of hiking - with all of the same pain, extreme heat and lack of nourishment as the day before ( both me and Hilary could barely even stand to look at food and only managed to eat very small amounts for the next few days)with the addition of having to continuously climb over massive landslides. Some of which were fresh so that we would sink almost up to our knees in the mud or start sliding down the landslides which were a good few hundred foot drop straight down to the river. At the end of this day we stayed at a families home who were all extremely kind and they gave us all a bed and tons of food for dinner (which me and Hilary only had a few bites of and we felt terrible becuase that is insulting in Nepal so our guide had to explain to them that we were feeling really ill, not that we didn't like there food!) Early the next morning, not even bothering attempting at any breakfast, we set off again. We finally arrived at Bigu about 6 hours later that day - feeling so dead that i wasn't even able to conjure up a smile when we could finally see it and were within a half hour of being there.
Even though I felt like death those entire 3 days, going to Bigu was one of the greatest things I ever have and ever will do. It was such a beautiful place in every way. My daily schedule went something like this:
8am teaching english to the youngest nuns
9am teaching english to the teenage nuns
lunch
noon teaching enlish to the adult nuns
2pm teaching english to the 5-8 year olds at the Sherpa school
3pm teaching english to the 8-11 year olds at the Sherpa school
back to the monastery for tea
4-7 many various activities ranging from reading, playing with the younger nuns, helping to cook, harvesting potatoes, etc
7 dinner
It was such and enriching experience and it really helped me to grow in so many different ways and aspects of my life. Not to mention the friendships I made. I can't wait to give more details on my time there and share how remarkable of an experience it was - but it is late and this very long already!! Check back soon :)
Subha ratri!
To be quite honest getting to the monastery was a miserable ordeal. Instead of the jeep ride and 10 hour hike we were expecting we ended up with a 7 hour bus ride and 20 plus hours of hiking which took us three days. The 10 hour hike is only during the dry season when you can take a jeep a good portion of the way up the mountain. We ended up taking the longest way - but since our guide taking us up there had extremely limited English we had no idea what we were in for. Not only did we have no idea that we would even be hiking the first day at all but neither me nor Hilary had gotten very much sleep and neither of us had had breakfast or lunch or a bite to eat by the time we got to Charikot (the town the bus brought us to). We got off the bus, thinking that it was Singati which is where we were told we would be spending the night. Our guide then said to us that we had to start walking (NOT hiking notice) and we were just thinking oh okay the guest house must be a little bit of a walk. Our guide then told us it would be about 3 hours of walking till we got to Singati.... thinking that wasn't too bad we didn't bother eating anything or buying more water (even though it was excruciatingly hot out). Well that 3 hour walk turned out to be a 7 and a half hour hike down a mountain then up another and back down again. This all would have been perfectly fine if we had eaten anything at all or it hadn't been a solid 95 degrees out with barely any water or we hadn't had to continuously climb over massive landslides. I actually got so desperately thirsty that I filled up my water bottle at a little families tap on the way, completely convinced that a parasite would be better than how I was feeling. A couple times throughout the the hiking and climbing and treading through rivers I had to tell myself that I needed to remember this pain and exhaustion (as if I could ever forget) while running the half marathon I'm planning on doing in a couple months because then the running would seem like a walk in the park. By the time we finally stumbled into Singhati it was already dark and I had to concentrate so hard on actually forcing my feet to move. It may sound pathetic but I can't even describe the way my body felt with the mixture of heat exhaustion, extreme hunger (which had turned into nausea at the mere thought of food), and aching muscles. The next day consisted of 10 more hours of hiking - with all of the same pain, extreme heat and lack of nourishment as the day before ( both me and Hilary could barely even stand to look at food and only managed to eat very small amounts for the next few days)with the addition of having to continuously climb over massive landslides. Some of which were fresh so that we would sink almost up to our knees in the mud or start sliding down the landslides which were a good few hundred foot drop straight down to the river. At the end of this day we stayed at a families home who were all extremely kind and they gave us all a bed and tons of food for dinner (which me and Hilary only had a few bites of and we felt terrible becuase that is insulting in Nepal so our guide had to explain to them that we were feeling really ill, not that we didn't like there food!) Early the next morning, not even bothering attempting at any breakfast, we set off again. We finally arrived at Bigu about 6 hours later that day - feeling so dead that i wasn't even able to conjure up a smile when we could finally see it and were within a half hour of being there.
Even though I felt like death those entire 3 days, going to Bigu was one of the greatest things I ever have and ever will do. It was such a beautiful place in every way. My daily schedule went something like this:
8am teaching english to the youngest nuns
9am teaching english to the teenage nuns
lunch
noon teaching enlish to the adult nuns
2pm teaching english to the 5-8 year olds at the Sherpa school
3pm teaching english to the 8-11 year olds at the Sherpa school
back to the monastery for tea
4-7 many various activities ranging from reading, playing with the younger nuns, helping to cook, harvesting potatoes, etc
7 dinner
It was such and enriching experience and it really helped me to grow in so many different ways and aspects of my life. Not to mention the friendships I made. I can't wait to give more details on my time there and share how remarkable of an experience it was - but it is late and this very long already!! Check back soon :)
Subha ratri!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Joy and Excitement
Namaste!!
The past couple days have been so packed full of joy that it's going to be very difficult for me to describe.
Saturday was the day we went to the movies and the amusement park with all 150 children. All of the kids got popcorn, soda, and candy to eat at the movie and they absolutely loved it!! The movie was bollywood- which automatically makes it a little strange, but this one was especially..... But the kids enjoyed it and that's all that matters, plus us volunteers have gotten quite a few running jokes out of it! After the movie we went to the amusement park, which definitely would never be permitted to run in the US haha but it was still a blast. I went on the Ferris wheel, the ship, and the merry go round with many of the kids and seeing the excitement and happiness on so many faces was one of the greatest experiences anyone can imagine. However many of them did get sick, because of the amount of sugar we packed them full of at the movies on top of the fact that so many of these children have had no exposure to much movement or g forces in their life - so much so that a good amount of them even got sick just on the bus rides. Despite the amount of puke through out the day the children were so ecstatic, happy, and most of all exhausted. It was a really rewarding and special day and I felt so privileged just to be a part of it. I can't wait to share pictures of the children's smiling faces (and the terrified ones as well!)
Sunday was a relaxing day, which was much needed from the eventful day before hand. After going into town, touring the monkey temple (not it's actual name but there are monkeys everywhere in there so that is what it has been nicknamed) which was beautiful even in the down pouring rain, and taking a new volunteer to the fabric shop and seamstress to get herself a Kurta made (mine should be ready tomorrow!!) A bunch of us went to Papas house where we got to have such a relaxing afternoon and evening with the children since they were still on break after exams and didn't have to study. We read them stories, had them read us stories, looked through there picture albums, played some games, told stories, and had a very fun yet intense game of basketball. It was so much fun and so great to be able to hang out with the children and be observe and be a part of their lives. I'm always so sad when leaving the houses as many of the children cling on to you and hug or hold your hand the entire walk out. I am amazed and humbled everyday by the love and affection coming from these children. Despite there difficult and sorrowful backgrounds, they are able to now enjoy life and embrace it in a way I can barely fathom.
This morning was a very interesting start to the day. Me, Kendra, Kayla, and Hillary got up at 4am to go to the Boudha Stupa - one of Buddhisms holiest places in the world - to meditate with the monks and worshipers. It was fascinating to watch the rituals and be able to observe and partake in such an interesting culture. However, since we were there during the worship time, as opposed to the time where it's mostly tourist coming to visit, we had no one to show us the way or have any instructions on what is ok and what is not ok for us to do and participate in. We may have offended some - but I desperately hope not..... it's a story that probably is much better having witnessed but i'm going to tell you anyways. A volunteer that had gone to the early morning rituals before explained to us the building that she went into to do the meditating, so after circling the stupa a few times (devout Buddhist actually have to circle it 100 some times) we went into the building that Meghan had described - after taking our shoes of and paying respect the monk at the door of course. We walked inside and took a seat next to a few monks on these cushions inside of a building with a church like setting with a massive golden buddha statue in the front. As the rest of the seats filled up and we continued to sit and listen and observe the meditating we quickly realized that not only were we the only white people sitting inside, but we were also the only women, and the only non monks.... We hadn't gotten too many odd stares from the rest of the monks so we figured it was probably ok, however the more and more worshipers who circled through to pay their respects we got more and more surprised and shocked stares. So after having been inside surrounded by only monks for about a half hour we finally decided we better get up, pay our respects and give a pretty decent donation so that we hopefully didn't upset too many people. We still are not sure if it was ok for us to be in there or not, but despite the anxiety the situation invoked it was a fantastic and extremely enjoyable and memorable experience.... and hopefully we didn't offend too many people...
After that adventure we went to one of the homes again to help them study and get ready for their first day back at school. It always amazes me when seeing how dedicated and intelligent these children are! I love being there to help and assist them in anyway possible. Also, helping them get ready for school and braiding their hair or putting it in pigtails or putting the bows in their hair is such an adorable time. I want to thank everyone again who donated towards this trip for giving me this amazing opportunity.
Then I went into town to the Habitat for Humanity of Nepal's office (UW's campus chapter that i am on the board of tithed to them last year and I was dieing to see how they are using the money and just to see how they run things over in Nepal) It was soooo amazing! This office of just 17 people have built 7,182 homes in just over 15 years and not only that - they are extremely eco-friendly. They use treated bamboo for the building materials and woven and pressed bamboo to make roofing tiles instead of using the clay ones. I was so overwhelmingly impressed with this staff and their dedication and passion for Habitat and their country. In 3 weeks, when I get back from a volunteer placement, they are actually going to take me to go see several finished homes, future sites of homes, and meet families that they are building for. I can't wait!!
Tomorrow morning I'm off for my volunteer placement outside of the city.... wayyy outside of the city. It is going to be a 7 or so hour bus ride topped off with a 10 hour hike up a mountain. I am going to the Bigu Monastery where I will be teaching English to the children and adult nuns as well as helping out and teaching at a nearby Sherpa school. Unfortunately many of the other orphanages and schools are closed down because they are doing exams or they have just finished so they are closed for a few weeks, or there are already volunteers or other guests staying in the homes. However, I'm very excited to be able to serve this much forgotten population and to have the experience of getting to know nuns ranging from very young ages to the elderly, as well as being able to closely observe the many Buddhist rituals and practices. I will be there for 3 weeks and sadly will not have access to a computer or internet so I will not be able to give any updates until I return to Kathmandu. I will desperately meet the children here but I can't wait to help in broader and such needed ways. It is going to be fantastic and I can't wait to tell you all about it!!
So long for a few weeks!
Kaela
The past couple days have been so packed full of joy that it's going to be very difficult for me to describe.
Saturday was the day we went to the movies and the amusement park with all 150 children. All of the kids got popcorn, soda, and candy to eat at the movie and they absolutely loved it!! The movie was bollywood- which automatically makes it a little strange, but this one was especially..... But the kids enjoyed it and that's all that matters, plus us volunteers have gotten quite a few running jokes out of it! After the movie we went to the amusement park, which definitely would never be permitted to run in the US haha but it was still a blast. I went on the Ferris wheel, the ship, and the merry go round with many of the kids and seeing the excitement and happiness on so many faces was one of the greatest experiences anyone can imagine. However many of them did get sick, because of the amount of sugar we packed them full of at the movies on top of the fact that so many of these children have had no exposure to much movement or g forces in their life - so much so that a good amount of them even got sick just on the bus rides. Despite the amount of puke through out the day the children were so ecstatic, happy, and most of all exhausted. It was a really rewarding and special day and I felt so privileged just to be a part of it. I can't wait to share pictures of the children's smiling faces (and the terrified ones as well!)
Sunday was a relaxing day, which was much needed from the eventful day before hand. After going into town, touring the monkey temple (not it's actual name but there are monkeys everywhere in there so that is what it has been nicknamed) which was beautiful even in the down pouring rain, and taking a new volunteer to the fabric shop and seamstress to get herself a Kurta made (mine should be ready tomorrow!!) A bunch of us went to Papas house where we got to have such a relaxing afternoon and evening with the children since they were still on break after exams and didn't have to study. We read them stories, had them read us stories, looked through there picture albums, played some games, told stories, and had a very fun yet intense game of basketball. It was so much fun and so great to be able to hang out with the children and be observe and be a part of their lives. I'm always so sad when leaving the houses as many of the children cling on to you and hug or hold your hand the entire walk out. I am amazed and humbled everyday by the love and affection coming from these children. Despite there difficult and sorrowful backgrounds, they are able to now enjoy life and embrace it in a way I can barely fathom.
This morning was a very interesting start to the day. Me, Kendra, Kayla, and Hillary got up at 4am to go to the Boudha Stupa - one of Buddhisms holiest places in the world - to meditate with the monks and worshipers. It was fascinating to watch the rituals and be able to observe and partake in such an interesting culture. However, since we were there during the worship time, as opposed to the time where it's mostly tourist coming to visit, we had no one to show us the way or have any instructions on what is ok and what is not ok for us to do and participate in. We may have offended some - but I desperately hope not..... it's a story that probably is much better having witnessed but i'm going to tell you anyways. A volunteer that had gone to the early morning rituals before explained to us the building that she went into to do the meditating, so after circling the stupa a few times (devout Buddhist actually have to circle it 100 some times) we went into the building that Meghan had described - after taking our shoes of and paying respect the monk at the door of course. We walked inside and took a seat next to a few monks on these cushions inside of a building with a church like setting with a massive golden buddha statue in the front. As the rest of the seats filled up and we continued to sit and listen and observe the meditating we quickly realized that not only were we the only white people sitting inside, but we were also the only women, and the only non monks.... We hadn't gotten too many odd stares from the rest of the monks so we figured it was probably ok, however the more and more worshipers who circled through to pay their respects we got more and more surprised and shocked stares. So after having been inside surrounded by only monks for about a half hour we finally decided we better get up, pay our respects and give a pretty decent donation so that we hopefully didn't upset too many people. We still are not sure if it was ok for us to be in there or not, but despite the anxiety the situation invoked it was a fantastic and extremely enjoyable and memorable experience.... and hopefully we didn't offend too many people...
After that adventure we went to one of the homes again to help them study and get ready for their first day back at school. It always amazes me when seeing how dedicated and intelligent these children are! I love being there to help and assist them in anyway possible. Also, helping them get ready for school and braiding their hair or putting it in pigtails or putting the bows in their hair is such an adorable time. I want to thank everyone again who donated towards this trip for giving me this amazing opportunity.
Then I went into town to the Habitat for Humanity of Nepal's office (UW's campus chapter that i am on the board of tithed to them last year and I was dieing to see how they are using the money and just to see how they run things over in Nepal) It was soooo amazing! This office of just 17 people have built 7,182 homes in just over 15 years and not only that - they are extremely eco-friendly. They use treated bamboo for the building materials and woven and pressed bamboo to make roofing tiles instead of using the clay ones. I was so overwhelmingly impressed with this staff and their dedication and passion for Habitat and their country. In 3 weeks, when I get back from a volunteer placement, they are actually going to take me to go see several finished homes, future sites of homes, and meet families that they are building for. I can't wait!!
Tomorrow morning I'm off for my volunteer placement outside of the city.... wayyy outside of the city. It is going to be a 7 or so hour bus ride topped off with a 10 hour hike up a mountain. I am going to the Bigu Monastery where I will be teaching English to the children and adult nuns as well as helping out and teaching at a nearby Sherpa school. Unfortunately many of the other orphanages and schools are closed down because they are doing exams or they have just finished so they are closed for a few weeks, or there are already volunteers or other guests staying in the homes. However, I'm very excited to be able to serve this much forgotten population and to have the experience of getting to know nuns ranging from very young ages to the elderly, as well as being able to closely observe the many Buddhist rituals and practices. I will be there for 3 weeks and sadly will not have access to a computer or internet so I will not be able to give any updates until I return to Kathmandu. I will desperately meet the children here but I can't wait to help in broader and such needed ways. It is going to be fantastic and I can't wait to tell you all about it!!
So long for a few weeks!
Kaela
Friday, July 23, 2010
Back in Kathmandu
Namaste
I'm freshly back from Chitwan park - exhausted and dirty, but I had a blast! We got to see a show of Tharu dances (the native tribe of the Chitwan area) which was amazing and I actually got invited up to join one of the dances, so of course I had to. Then we went a long and beautiful walk through some of the park and saw some crocodiles and gurhials (Nepal's other version of a crocodile who are extremely endangered). The next morning we went for a a canoe ride where we saw lots more crocodiles, tons of beautiful birds, peacocks way up in the tops of trees (I had no idea they could fly that far), monkeys, and some wild boar. Then we walked for awhile again and it was just beautiful and so mystical looking (quite different then the amazon) and then it was my favorite part - Elephant bathing. They actually let you sit on the elephants back while he's going about bathing himself in the river (yes the same one with all of the crocodiles, but it was too fun to worry about that) The elephant was spraying us with water and dipping down under the water and roaming around the river. It was an amazing experience. After that We went on our elephant back safari which was also undescribably awesome. We got less than 10 feet away from a pair of Rhinos, they were so cool looking! we also saw some deer and lots of birds and other things. It was a blast!
Tomorrow is going to be a really great day as we have planned a special treat for the children! We are taking all 140 some kids to the cinema to see a Bollywood comedy and then going to Kathmandu's "amusement park" (it's in quotes because it has been described to me as comparable to the worst county fair you can imagine minus the safety regulations - so it should be interesting). I know the children will have a blast and it will be a great way to spend a lot of time with them and get to know them better. I'm so excited for them to have this opportunity of a day out on the town as almost all of them have never been to the cinema or amusement park.
There is lots more to tell but I'm still filthy from the 6 and a half hour bus ride (the dirtiest bus you could possibly imagine on top of the fact that there is no air conditioning - of course there's not any where- which means windows had to be open the whole, covering us with dust and soot and dirt) all on top of the mud we have all over us from birdwatching in the park this morning. What I'm trying to say is I desperately need a shower, so further details and stories will have to be saved for later!
Miss and love you all!
Kaela
I'm freshly back from Chitwan park - exhausted and dirty, but I had a blast! We got to see a show of Tharu dances (the native tribe of the Chitwan area) which was amazing and I actually got invited up to join one of the dances, so of course I had to. Then we went a long and beautiful walk through some of the park and saw some crocodiles and gurhials (Nepal's other version of a crocodile who are extremely endangered). The next morning we went for a a canoe ride where we saw lots more crocodiles, tons of beautiful birds, peacocks way up in the tops of trees (I had no idea they could fly that far), monkeys, and some wild boar. Then we walked for awhile again and it was just beautiful and so mystical looking (quite different then the amazon) and then it was my favorite part - Elephant bathing. They actually let you sit on the elephants back while he's going about bathing himself in the river (yes the same one with all of the crocodiles, but it was too fun to worry about that) The elephant was spraying us with water and dipping down under the water and roaming around the river. It was an amazing experience. After that We went on our elephant back safari which was also undescribably awesome. We got less than 10 feet away from a pair of Rhinos, they were so cool looking! we also saw some deer and lots of birds and other things. It was a blast!
Tomorrow is going to be a really great day as we have planned a special treat for the children! We are taking all 140 some kids to the cinema to see a Bollywood comedy and then going to Kathmandu's "amusement park" (it's in quotes because it has been described to me as comparable to the worst county fair you can imagine minus the safety regulations - so it should be interesting). I know the children will have a blast and it will be a great way to spend a lot of time with them and get to know them better. I'm so excited for them to have this opportunity of a day out on the town as almost all of them have never been to the cinema or amusement park.
There is lots more to tell but I'm still filthy from the 6 and a half hour bus ride (the dirtiest bus you could possibly imagine on top of the fact that there is no air conditioning - of course there's not any where- which means windows had to be open the whole, covering us with dust and soot and dirt) all on top of the mud we have all over us from birdwatching in the park this morning. What I'm trying to say is I desperately need a shower, so further details and stories will have to be saved for later!
Miss and love you all!
Kaela
Monday, July 19, 2010
Love
Hello again,
So much has happened in the last couple days I'm not even sure where to begin. Since the last post, I have learned some Nepali, Helped many children with their studies, played many more games, was shown a traditional Nepali dance by one of the girls - which was extremely beautiful, Gone to a Buddhist Monastery that was unspeakably beautiful and serene and it was fascinating to see all the young monks (between about 5 - 12) running around and playing just like any other children, went out to eat with the other Volunteers, bettered my spelling by helping some of the girls prepare for their english spelling exam, took an hour bus ride and hour and a half jeep ride through extreme terrain up the mountains to go visit a school and hang out with the children for awhile, and then all the way back in the first bad rainstorm I've witnessed so far and it definitely lives up to it's name of the monsoon season, had a pigeon refuse to leave me alone while trying to use a restaurants squat toilet, went out with a bunch of volunteers because it was Jordan's last night (one of my favorites) - he just left a few minutes ago, played jump rope with the children which they loved, helped to make new benches to be put in the the orphanages, and some other things that I know I'm forgetting.
To answer some of my moms questions:
There are about 10 other volunteers in the volunteer house and a couple out on placements. The volunteer house is a 3 story building with a 4 girls rooms and 3 boys rooms - each room has 3 or 4 beds in it. There is a place to wash your clothes on the roof. I share a room with Hilary (a teacher from Connecticut) and Xinwa (a sixteen year old from Beijing) Almost everyone here has come alone - the only ones together are a brother and sister from Toronto
The orphanages here are nothing like the one in Peru,there is much more people, they have more privacy in that there are any where between 3 to 6 children in a room, and they have decorated their rooms to personalize them and they are beautiful, There is also a lot more love in all of these orphanages, not only between the Dai's and Didi's (daddy and mamas) and the children, but among the children as well. I've also noticed that these children are academically much more accomplished then the children were in Peru, they are extremely diligent and hard working.
I think I may have picked a placement - a Boys home about 2 hours out of the city up in the mountains. It's not completely for sure yet, but I would be leaving Monday if I do go.
Me and Hilary - the teacher from Connecticut that i'm sharing a room with - are going to Chitwan National Park together tomorrow and will be getting back Friday night. It's a perfect time to go because the Children will be finishing exams and there won't be all that much work for us to do.
I cannot wait to go and help and play with all of the children again today as well as learn some more Nepali and whatever other adventures Nepal has in store for me today.
Namaste
Kaela
So much has happened in the last couple days I'm not even sure where to begin. Since the last post, I have learned some Nepali, Helped many children with their studies, played many more games, was shown a traditional Nepali dance by one of the girls - which was extremely beautiful, Gone to a Buddhist Monastery that was unspeakably beautiful and serene and it was fascinating to see all the young monks (between about 5 - 12) running around and playing just like any other children, went out to eat with the other Volunteers, bettered my spelling by helping some of the girls prepare for their english spelling exam, took an hour bus ride and hour and a half jeep ride through extreme terrain up the mountains to go visit a school and hang out with the children for awhile, and then all the way back in the first bad rainstorm I've witnessed so far and it definitely lives up to it's name of the monsoon season, had a pigeon refuse to leave me alone while trying to use a restaurants squat toilet, went out with a bunch of volunteers because it was Jordan's last night (one of my favorites) - he just left a few minutes ago, played jump rope with the children which they loved, helped to make new benches to be put in the the orphanages, and some other things that I know I'm forgetting.
To answer some of my moms questions:
There are about 10 other volunteers in the volunteer house and a couple out on placements. The volunteer house is a 3 story building with a 4 girls rooms and 3 boys rooms - each room has 3 or 4 beds in it. There is a place to wash your clothes on the roof. I share a room with Hilary (a teacher from Connecticut) and Xinwa (a sixteen year old from Beijing) Almost everyone here has come alone - the only ones together are a brother and sister from Toronto
The orphanages here are nothing like the one in Peru,there is much more people, they have more privacy in that there are any where between 3 to 6 children in a room, and they have decorated their rooms to personalize them and they are beautiful, There is also a lot more love in all of these orphanages, not only between the Dai's and Didi's (daddy and mamas) and the children, but among the children as well. I've also noticed that these children are academically much more accomplished then the children were in Peru, they are extremely diligent and hard working.
I think I may have picked a placement - a Boys home about 2 hours out of the city up in the mountains. It's not completely for sure yet, but I would be leaving Monday if I do go.
Me and Hilary - the teacher from Connecticut that i'm sharing a room with - are going to Chitwan National Park together tomorrow and will be getting back Friday night. It's a perfect time to go because the Children will be finishing exams and there won't be all that much work for us to do.
I cannot wait to go and help and play with all of the children again today as well as learn some more Nepali and whatever other adventures Nepal has in store for me today.
Namaste
Kaela
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