The Nepalese Adventure: Days 24 & 25
Day 24 – Tuesday
The cockerel has been a bit quieter of late. Not to worry, the
construction crew on the building next door now turn their radio on full blast
shortly after 5:30 am. There is no winning. Perhaps I should have just started
getting up at 5:30 every day. Problem is, dinner is around 8pm, sometimes 9pm,
so it’s not like you can get an early night. At least I know when I get back
and I can have long lies in and Karen and the kids will tiptoe around in the
morning, quiet as .... No! Lets’ not have any more mice!
Last full day in Gorsyang today and therefore last day of
school. After a breakfast of omelette and large sweet baps, Hindou and I went
round to the school building lugging the new stools, vacuum cleaner and desktop
computer, as well as our daily rucksacks.
No computer lessons until after lunch so divided the tasks
to be done into Blue jobs and Pink jobs. Hindou vacuumed the Computer Lab whilst I fixed the computers.
Lunch: Dahl Bhat
After 2 days away, it is really really hard to go back to
eating Dahl Bhat. I reduced my plate to the bare minimum and still struggled to
eat what was left on it.
Computer lessons were good. 1st one had a power
cut half way through and the second one had no power at all - but I've become quite got good at improvising. Parshuram (teacher)
told me that the 2nd lesson would have to be cut short anyway
(making it only 20 mins) due to a ceremony teachers were doing.
Principle Officiating |
Bike mechanics crew |
I went inside to start my blog but there were too many
distraction and before I knew it I was pulled into a card game. That one of
luck where you draw 3 cards. The only low denomination note I had was 50
Rupees. Once I’d lost all my money I tried to excuse myself from the game (no
money left!) but they wouldn’t hear of it. Hindou “lent” me another 50 RS. The
problem was that I only had 500 and 1000 RS notes in my wallet and felt really
awkward about that. I was basically too rich to stay in the game! Game finished
around 9pm (time for dinner). I had 35 Rupees left which I returned to Hindou.
I’ll have to owe her the other 15 (11 Pence). Maybe she’ll let me off.
Prior to starting the game, a lady customer who was in the
restaurant drank from my bottle of water. I’m not sure if she thought it was
hers or thought it was just for random consumption. Anyway, I did point out it
was mine (cost me 15 Pence so I wasn’t going to just let it pass was I?) She
was mortified. Kept apologising over and over.
Took out money to offer to pay me which of course I declined and tried
to explain that it was no problem. I had a second bottle beside me anyway (NB: I
cut down on beer once I realised how expensive it was!) A short while later she
was back, this time trying to force a cigarette on me until I finally persuaded
her that there was no debt to be paid. For a while it was looking very like I
was going to have to take up smoking!
Dinner: Dahl Bhat. Even harder to eat than at lunch time. I didn’t finish it, even with a “managed” plate.
I went to my room, lay down on top of my sleeping bag for
just a moment and was out like a light. Unlike the actual light, which was still
on. Woke some time later to a phone call. (KW x). Took the opportunity to get
undressed, cleaned my teeth out of the bedroom window, and turned the light out
before dropping into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
Day 25 – Wednesday
An early start as today is departure day. I can’t miss that bus
otherwise I’ll be here for… Dahl Bhat and I just don’t think I can face that.
I was packed and ready for the 8:15 (ish) bus by 7:30am.
That is way in advance for me. I
bought my ticket from the shop next door last night. Luckily the teacher
mentioned to me that I needed to do that. I think the ticket is effectively a
seat reservation. You can get on without it but standing, for what turned out to
be 7 hours, was not something I fancied! Even the romantic rooftop journey is
exhausting for much more than an hour.
Breakfast: Pancakes (same as ours - with a little sugar) and
curried chick peas.
Spent the next hour watching Milan terrorise a flying
beetle. He had it captured in an empty plastic bottle. He tipped it out to show
me, then putting it back in (by putting the bottle upside down on top of it) I could
see it losing bits of its legs. I just wanted it to go free. There was a small one
too but that was dead. Either way, into the bottle it went. I would hate to
think it might have been a family member! Then he went over to the
kitchen/restaurant counter and retrieved the one knife that Theresa uses for
everything. Not quite the size of yesterday’s machete, but not far off. That I put
a stop to. I took it off him and put it back where it came from. The very thoughts of a) the poor creature being dissected and b) the knife used for everything
being used for the dissection and then just put back, were not good ones. I
wondered how many times it has happened before. His next idea was a spoon from
the cutlery pot. Ah, this was to ladle boiling hot tea over it. Nope! I put the
spoon back. How to end this? I encouraged him to see if he could get the beetle
to fly so we went to the balcony and he chucked it over. I like to think I did
it some kindness there.
The Bus arrived! No big farewells or anything like that. I think
they see so many volunteers come and go that I’m just one more in a long
procession; and a month stay is one of the shorter stints out in the remote
villages. Hindou didn’t get out of Bed. Bhim didn’t come home last night. Theresa
looked up from the “washing up” outside to respond to my goodbye but then just
went back to her washing up. Milan gave me a quick hug and onto the bus I went.
A few calls from kids as we passed through the village but still early for them
yet as school doesn’t start till 10:30. I’m still happy. I’m on my way!
If truth be told, I’m glad to be on the first leg of my
journey home. I’m about at the end of my endurance; maybe in anticipation of
the end drawing near anyway. That is to say, if I’d signed up for 2 months
perhaps I’d still be going strong, but honestly, I’m about done in. Sleep
deprivation. Lack of hygiene - not so much by way of facilities but the lack of
recognition of what benefits good hygiene brings (and of course what the opposite
brings) and finally, a lack of good company. It’s been very lonely here. The
snatched conversations I’ve had with family have helped and the comments on the
blog and various WhatsApp/Facebook/SMS messages have served as a lifeline so
thank you to those who have contacted me at some point. But anyway – it’s not
over yet – back to the journey home…:
A long bus ride. The seats were thickly and well
upholstered. Once. I imagine. Now there was barely a scrap of cloth but at least there was a very
supportive iron bar running across the back of my seat, just under my tailbone. I was very glad of my
neck cushion to give me some protection from it!
I was also glad of my seat reservation. However, I was still crammed because, despite paying good money for my reservation, a small child was deposited on my lap, his mum squeezed in beside me and shuffled over enough for one of her friends to also get on the edge of the seat. 7 hours! And after I paid £1.87 too!
Things got a bit easier after Battar when the friend got off
and it was just the three of us. Mum asleep with her head on my shoulder, small
(fidgety) son draped across us! I tried
to get a selfie as you can see.
The road was not in a great condition today as there was some
rain last night. 3 times the road was so canted over that they had to unload
all the people from the roof and a few from inside before attempting to pass. I wasnt sure if thet were concerned about the bus toppling over or peole simply falling off. We only
got actually stuck in the mud once.
We made Kathmandu around 3:30pm and I was met by one of the
Directors of Nepal Programs working for the NGO (Non-Governmental Organisation)
which is basically the organisation that arrange everything that I have just
done. I asked him for a meeting regarding the logistics of a fundraising page
as a number of people have suggested to me they would like to make a contribution
towards the school where I was working and be assured that it is being put to
effective use there. More about this below.
I arrived at the hotel, much as I arrived in Gorsyang on Day
3. Battered, bruised and knackered. In addition though, I was absolutely filthy.
Not sure why it was so much worse than on the way out but I was covered head to
toe in a thick yellow dust. Enough that I could write my name in it on my
shorts!
After transfer to hotel I took a good long shower. Put on clean
clothes and started to feel human again ready for my meeting!
The result of the meeting is that, whist Vol Nepal (http://www.volnepal.np.org/)
do have a fund raising page where you can make payments by Paypal, these cannot
be identified and directed at a specific project. As an alternative I have
created a Just Giving page where I can ensure the amount raised goes
specifically to the school in the village where I volunteered. I will also be kept
abreast of the developments and progress.
Page needs a little work yet but please visit it and make a
donation (and please nudge those you have shared the blog link with to contribute tooJ).
Now I need to get to bed as tomorrow I need to be at a
meeting point at 5:30am before I go off to throw myself off a bridge on a 160
metre bungee jump – the highest in South Asia. I've not done a bungee jump
before and I feel I need to do this quickly whilst I’m still in my mid 40’s!
There’s other stuff too that I’ll be doing but (hopefully) I’ll be back to tell
you about it!
Blog is suspended until I’m back in Kathmandu on Friday
night as my phone is the only electronic device I’m taking!
And a few random photos for you:
Me and the kids |
Me and the kids |
Comments
And Larry. If there were any brains to start with, i wouldn't have opted for that remote village!
Head injury - no worse than his normal brain function.
Loneliness - welcome home brother xx