Long time no blog!

Long time no blog! Loooads has been going on here. Unfortunately I’ve gone blank so I’m answering some requestions.

What did I pack?

I packed 3 pairs of shorts, 2 pairs of trousers, 5 t-shirts, a hoodie and a raincoat. Had quite a cringe moment though. I spent hours picking out the perfect travelers shorts in Camden market. When I got to Nepal I noticed my trousers on about 50 % of the population. When I checked the tags I saw they were made in Nepal, so that was a waste of carbon footprint.

Are there any traditional dishes I am going to try?

Nepal has one traditional dish Dhal Bhat, (rice and lentil stew). Am I going to try it? I try it every day, for breakfast, dinner and if we’re lucky lunch. I have to say I’m quite enjoying it now though, I generally can’t get through the day without dhal bhat.

 Curd! They love their curd here. When we asked what it was they say “boil milk, leave for 3 day” ..mmmmmm. We had it with these wood chippings they claimed to be cornflakes. I had seconds, I’m loving my curd, loving it lumpy, loving it tangy, not loving it so much in the morning.

Are they still going to disown you when you get to that time of the month?

No! Although in Nepal woman are not allowed in the kitchen or allowed to eat with the family during their periods, they have got used to having volunteers here and we are allowed into eat with the family. winner. Our sisters still have to eat alone though, either in a dark room or outside. But the volunteers being here seem to have had quite a positive impact on the community. Apparently the teachers in the school we teach in have stopped hitting the students due to the presence of the volunteers.

 The community watches you really closely. Sometimes when we are working they like to form a big crowd around us and just watch. It’s quite a lot of pressure, but everyone’s really friendly. They taught us how to carry the bricks in baskets on our heads like the Nepali women. It’s not has hard as it looked, so we started using it to work. The Nepalis absolutely loved this, there was lots of clapping and approving head waggling.

We had chicken for the 1st time yesterday, I ate it mainly out of politeness and respect for the missing chicken running about in the garden. It was boiled, and was quite nice when you found white meat, but that wasn't easy espically with only one hand. Its quite easy to pick up a mouthful of boiled chicken skin and gristle. I think I may tell them I've converted to vegetarianism ....again.

 According to the caste system our family can only eat chicken as a meat. Some of the other volunteers eat goat and are not allowed to eat chicken because they are of the higher caste. The caste system is still something I can’t quite get my head around. Someone of a higher caste will sometimes refuse to eat from a plate is someone from a lower caste has touched it. The children from lower castes the “untouchables” often drop out of school because of bullying from pupils and teachers alike. It’s quite hard to witness.

Better go, our didis want to teach us how to milk the cow :s

Mariam

xx

Homage to Pepper

Sad day guys...

I got a text message from my mum on Thursday 1AM saying that my dog Pepper had died.When I looked at the date I realised that it had been sent on Monday. My dog had died 3 days ago. Needless to say I didn't get back to sleep after that. I couldn't quite believe it he was always so lively, but he probably was about 13. Apperently he got quite ill very quickly and had to be put down. I didn't tell my family, its quite hard trying to explain the concept of pets to a Nepali family, but all the volunteers were very sypathetic. It's going to be so quiet at home, I can't believe he won't be there to welcome me home.

Oh Pepper how we will miss you...

Mariam

xxx

Monsooning it down!

We're in the middle of a 4 day monsoon over here. We've been told that it has come late as a result of climate change, but apperently people round here will blame a non-laying chicken on climate change.

 We started teaching yesterday! That was very exciting. After 6 hours of manual labour I wasn't sure that I would be up to it, but the kids were amazing. Me, Tara and Dilwar have grade 9 (14-15 year olds, plus the occasional 17 year old who has been kept back). No teacher training here, we just got put into the class and were told to teach them English! We did quite well we managed to think of a couple of games to keep them occupied. Their level of English though is amazing so we are going to have to start planning lessons properly. They've done the tenses and preposition and article and all sorts. I haven't even done thoose!This iss going to be a serious learning curve for me, but Bal gave us an English text book so hopefully we'll be able to convince them we know some English.

It was a speacil holy day today so everyone gets the day off work. We had a smashing curry for breakfast then a guru came round to our house and tied thread around our wrists and put a rice tikka (third eye) on our forheads. Me and Melissa (room mate) bought some mendhi last night and didi Prabhu went to town on my left hand, I look like a fell into a tank of heena.

In other news I taught Khushi (lizzie) to juggle, she's two balls down and she made me write this. We've had two people in the group leeched already. I haven't had one yet but I have that to look forward to.

I'll try and put some pics up soon, I'm dying to get some up.

xxx

Settling In

Hello!

Just a short blog today, I've been given the global discussion topic this week of Climate and Environment! (get in), so I need to do lots of research.
We've been getting stuck into manual work like no ones business, shoveling, breaking down walls, building wall, pulling other enthusiastic Nepali school kids away from the pic-axes. It's been really fun and we start teaching next week as well.
 My dhai (eldest brother) is a farmer as well as a market researcher in Kathmandu, so yesterday he let me interview him about the climate and environment in Lamatar. It was really fun, definately a bonding experience. Using a dictaphone waas a hilarious experience, I only wish I had asked him more questions. The main issue seems to be forest fires, which although does not effect the villages directly, it drives the leopards out of the forest and they tend to eat people's live-stock, which is great. They grow everything here themselves. Nothing is bought from a supermarket, which probably goes some way to explaining why we have dhal bhat for every meal of the day.

Today we got the bus into Labhou. There were tens of woman lining up with anything that could hold water, from milk pails to fanta bottles. Apparently there is no water supply in Labhou and the woman have to take a daily bus ride to collect all the water from our village. I've got some great photos and I've started thinking about a project on woman's inequality for when I get back. We'll be visiting Maiti Nepal soon, a refuge for trafficked women. They teach them to make and sell beaded braclets and bags, so friends and family, be expecting beaded gifts on my return.

Shuva Din,

Mariam
xxx

Hi HO!

Two days ago we started work finally. It was starting to feel like a bit of a holiday so we were all glad to get stuck in. Manual work here is nothing like working in the UK. It was hilarious our induction and our health and saftey were pretty much combined into one sentance from bal "I think you know how to use pick-axe isn't it? and spade also? now you must level the ground". So we spent the day leveling the playground in the sweltering heat, it was quite a lot of fun as we had to improvise most of it. They also had some contracted Nepali workers in to finish the plastering on the roof of the learning centre we are building before we start work on the second floor. It was insane watching them work. They only had one machine which was the cement mixer. They made this step like scaffolding from bamboo which went all the way to the roof. One worker stood on each step and they passed up these metal plates at the speed of light from the top to the bottem. The woman also worked, but they seemed to have a much more punishing job. They strapped large cone shaped bamboo sacks to their forheads which rested on their backs. The men would fill these sacks to the top with the sand used to make the cement. At the end of the day they were running behind on getting the job done so we had to step in and help fill these bamboo cones. It wasn't fun and some volunteers refused to do it on the basis that it was causing these women so much pain, but if they didn't finish that day they wouldn't get paid so I helped for a while until it was time to go home.

The next day I had some kind of awful stomach bug and spent 36 hours unconcious in bed waking only for bananas and dhal and the friendly face of my didis.

Today we did one of our global disscussion projects on education in Nepal, where we watched dvd's, did presentations and debated. We are learning so much here and I can't wait to come back and share our stories.

 The internet is really slow here and its a daytrip to the internet cafe, so apologies if I haven't replied to anyone. Hope you are all well.

Namaste
xxx

Don't compare, adapt

Today we went to our new village… AAaah! Today was insane but I will start from the begging.




We woke at 6AM and had a marvelous cold shower with my new friend the cockroach. Bal said “the rat and the cockroach and spiders also want to make your friendship very much, so you must not scream like EEEEeee! when you see them or they will cry”. Then we had one of our routine power cuts. All over Nepal they have scheduled power cuts which is called shedding to reserve the electricity that the cities and villages rely on.

I played for jam and toast for breakfast. The jam he is spicey and lovely, but we had cardboard corkflakes and hot milk. As usual breakfast made me want to vom everywhere. Luckily it was not the “coleslaw-style-sandwiches” from the yesterday that had most of the volunteers bent double for most of the morning.

We then left the Siritar group and got onto the bus to Lamatar. As we did we stumbled on the boy who slept on the street. About nine of them lay together with 2 stray dogs and their faces covered in flies. It reminded me that we are not here on holiday and that we are extremely lucky to have cardboard cornflakes in the morning.

We stopped of at a supermarket to pick up last minute things we needed. With the street boys at the back of my mind I decided to buy the things I only desperately needed, toilet roll and 2 unhappy looking pomegranates.

The bus then sped off at top Nepali speed (35m/h) until the tire let out a loud POP followed by a long hissing. They changed the tire with just a large rock and the help of 3 small boys. The new tire was like the old one, smooth as a babies bum.



After 20mins on the road again the street signs became less English and more Nepalese.



WE ENTERED LAMATAR, what must be one of the most beautiful places on earth. It was surrounded by the most beautiful, green dense mountains with butterflies and dragonflies the size of my hand. The streams from the mountains run down in the rice paddies which are this amazing luminous yellow color. The houses are brick and mud huts and look like they are straight out of a page from national geographic.

I can’t do this place justice but it looks like someone might have plucked it from my dreams. I love it here.



Finally we met our Aama (mother) and didi (eldest sister). I’m sharing with another volunteer called Mellisa, whose suitcase we struggled to carry down the steps. There was lots of laughing which was good because the women do not speak a lot of English and we don’t know that much Nepali yet. Luckily Aama was carrying a babau (baby boy) so the women manage to break the communication barrier with universal cooing over the boy who wore earring and lots of eyeliner.

We live with Aama, her three sons and their 3 wives and their 4 children. It’s a lively household and there is always a lot of laughter.



Dinner was a strange experience. Aama called us in to the kitchen at 7.30PM. We went into the mudhut, with our gaai (cow) below and the kitchen above. It was a tiny dark and warm and the whole room was made of an orange mud, so it felt like we were sitting in a clay oven. You couldn’t stand up, but we sat on floor and were served our dhal bhat. I’m sure my mum will be delighted to know that I have picked up the Nepalese custom of eating with my left hand quite expertly. It was incredibly surreal. After we went to bed in complete darkness, with just the sounds of crickets and the occasional moo to keep us company.



Aama has given me a Nepali name, Manita. If anyone wants to text me my new number is 9808170397, its very cheap.



Namaste



Mariam

Saris and scooters…

Today we arrived in Katmandu! It truly is incredible. After an 8 hour and 2 hour flight we finally got here. The 1st flight, which included dinner, lunch and on flight entertainment in the form of a computer/tv screen in the back of the chairs, was surprisingly smooth sailing and exciting. We arrived in Delhi at god knows what o’clock in the morning. It could have been England for all I knew, the landscape and airport facilities barely differed. But when we flew into Nepal it was like entering another world. We could see the green shimmering hills and snowy peaks of the Himalayers poking through the clouds and as we broke through the huts and houses appeared.

The blak windows in the huts looked like a thousand eyes staring at us as we touched down. It was beautiful and I had to admit that me and a couple of the other volunteers were holding back the tears.

We entered a rickety airport, where everything from the escalators to the conveyer belt broke and were fixed by screwdriver in the 10 minutes we were there.

We found our guides outside wearing P2 t-shirts, grinning and frantically beaconing us to our transport.

The next 4 hours were what could be described as culture shock, but would best be described as a culture “slap-in-the-face”.

We piled into a seriously small and unroadworthy but authentic looking bus. Our luggage flung onto the top we set of with our cheery guides Bal and Kyme!

The traffic was insane, there was colors and tooting horns everywhere, as well as a couple of near misses every other second. The roads were windy and woman in saris wizzed by in shops.

Now in the hotel, our home is complete with awesum dhal, bhat (rice) and achar (pickle).

I was pretty jetlagged but already loving the group of people I’m with. That night I slept amidst the tooting, shouting and hucking from outside the hotel window.

I’m so excited!




Mariam

The last supper

So this is my first post and it's the night before I fly to Delhi! For the last few days I have switched from being to excited to sit still to a quivering bag of nerves unable to answer a simple question from my mum. The last week has flown by, I feel like I've had no time to prepare, although most of the volunteers could probably tell you we have had more than enough time to prepare and more check lifts then I care to remember. 

 This post was a little later than expected because I invited all my friends round for pizza and wine. It was awesome being able to see everyone before I left and my friends (and possibly the wine) definitely helped to take my mind of the frantic last minute packing that I was meant to have finished two days ago.

Any way, here we are and I'm raring to go! I'm packed, I've got 4 GB of memory on my camera and over 2 weeks worth on non-electrical entertainment (probably my hardest packing challenge). I can almost certainly guarantee that I've packed all the wrong things, but what is done is done and we won't be opening that ominous looking bag again until we touch down in Kathmandu. 

 As part of the programme we have been asked to give an in country presentation on current issues affecting Nepal. I choose climate and environment, a subject I feel very passionately about. I made a poster with the aid of some seriously messy finger painting and magazine cutting and sticking collages, another subject I feel particularity passionate about :D

The poster for my presentation

Once I get my Nepali sim card I'll post my phone number in case anyone fancies sending me a motivational text. I will miss you all loads so until next time, goodbye and wish me luck, I'm off to do the washing up.

Mariam

xxx