Late night trip to the Bolivian Cinema

Today was a really peaceful day after arriving in the mining village of Potosi at 1 AM after taking a rattley night bus from Salar de Uyuni (the salt flats).

But in the evening me and 2 friends decided to take a trip to the cinema. It was a completely unreal experience. The film that we went to see was called "Blackthorn", a Hollywood film in English translated into Spanish. But we didn´t know what we had let ourselves in for. The film was set in the little village we were staying in and the whole village had decided to turn up for the screening. It was by far the funniest cinema experience I have ever had. The room was packed, you could barely hear the film over the wirring projector,  there were people sitting in the stairwell, there were people on the phone, everyone was talking and laughing really loudly at the aweful jokes. The woman next to us just fell asleep, after spending what is probably the equivalent of half the average weekly wage on her ticket. People even brought their tiny bambinos, though the film was far to gory for me let alone tiny children.

But it was truely amazing seeing the landscapes we were seeing places we had been just the day before. The horse chase on Salar de Uyuni was too much and  "ohmygodwevebeenthere!!" squeeling could probably be heard throughout the cinema.
We also got a sneak preview of the working mines that we visit tomorrow. They look truely terrifying, but our guide is an ex-miner and has promised us that if we bring the miners presents of cigerettes and coca leaves they will be nice to us. hmmmmmm

I don´t think I´ll ever experience such a large coincidence again, it was a completely and wonderfully bizzare.

Jogar Clinica

On Wednesday the Spanish school took us to one of the clinics they fund and students volunteer at.
The clinic was for children with physical and mental disabilities, mainly from rural areas of Puru. I wasn´t really prepared for what we saw.

None of the children were able to walk unaided, most of them were in wheelchairs and some of them were visibly very physically disabled. The clinic was very liberal and let us play with the children, dress them, feed them and take them outside. I think most of the volunteers were completely overwhelmed when they met the children, but they soon let us know what we should be doing.

The children themselves were amazing! They never complained and they were very patient, with the clumsy volunteers who had to carry them to their wheelchairs or help them put their jumpers on. I spent most of my time with one girl, called Catrina, who would make me take my headscarf off because she didn´t like it and then pull my hair until she decided she didn´t like that either and made me put it back on again. I don´t blame her, my hair is completely ridiculous.

 Before I left I helped her put on her pyjamas and she had to hold onto me while I did. But when I finshed she wouldn´t let go. She was like a little limpit. I asked if I could take her home but the answer was a no. So I left her with a packet of crisps, which I think she preferred anyway...

La Selva (JUNGLE!!!)

¡Hola!

I´m fresh from the jungle and missing is already. It was exactly how you would imagine it, hot, humid and not another person for miles around.

The thing that surprised me most about it was that as soon as we got of the one hour river boat and stepped into the jungle it was full of noises and movement. The jungle is never still and it is certainly not quite. There is always something falling out of a tree (or a tree falling out of the sky) or an aminal scuttingly away into a bush. And the birds! The birds are loco! They have no fear in there they just hoot, swoop and coo...and fall out of trees.

The weirdest thing about the jungle was not the animals though, it was the trees. It´s like a ghetto out there. There are trees that strangle each other, poison each other, trees covered in spines, there are walking trees, WALKING TREES, this is what kept me awake at night. These and the "arboles erotica" ....don´t ask. Obviously the tree world is not as fast paced as the human world. But this just made it more scary, like they would only move when you are not looking.

I think my most native experience would have to be eatting the Suri on our pre-breakfast walk. The Suri is a large maggot like worm found inside these nuts that grow on trees. They are considered a tasty fruit by the locals. I´m not so sure about tasty, because I swallowed mine whole, but I now live in constant fear that it is living in my stomach  eatting all my peruvian papas.

My favourite thing about the jungle was the stars. There is a different set of stars on this side of the world, so you can´t recognise anything. That and the moon eclipses from top to bottom instead of side to side.
At night it was so dark we could see the milky way, so at night we would sit for 3-5 hours around a camp fire drinking rum and talking shaky spanish with our guide under the stars.

Unfortunately the jungle was a bit to naturalistic for my poor camera, which promptly melted upon entering it, so the photos are severly limited.

Aaaah Jungle,

xxxx

La Familia

Last Sunday my family came to pick me up from my hostel in the center of Cusco. Oskar and Sarita, the mother and father.... and Cheespa (the dog). I quickly realised that I was going to have to do a lot of talking in Spanish, because neither of them spoke any English and if they did they certainly weren't going to make it that easy for me. 

We drove out of the center of Cusco which is full of tourists (gringos) into the hills that surrounded the town. The scenery changed incredibly quickly. We soon lost the huddle North Face shops, llama print jumpers and ATMs and were plunged into a world of street sellers, stray dogs, men huddled around small tables in cafes and the native women in their layered skirts and giant top hats. So, in this dusty neighbourhood, you can imagine my surprise when we pulled up to a giant gated house. Their house was absolutely massive! They bundled me in quickly and showed me my room. It was small, painted white and absolutely covered in pictures of Jesus, much like the rest of the house. When I went to hang my coat up I noticed the coat hooks were made out of tiny goats feet, hooves pointing to the ceiling (not a vegetarian friendly house then).

I didn't have any time to unpack, because I was quickly escorted to the garden to help make traditional Peruvian potatoes. We built a fire in a small mud oven the dad had made that morning and after about an hour chucked in about 20 potatoes before pulling the oven down and reducing the it to a smoldering patch of dirt. And this, was apparently, how we cooked the potatoes. It turned out to be the mothers birthday so we had a big celebration with the whole extended family. 

The food here is amazing and every lunch is a 3 course meal so I'm coming back as round as Peruvian potato. The one thing I didn't realise is quite how cold it would be. "Dry season" evidently means winter :l So the Khaki shorts, and denim hot pants can go back in the rucksack. At night I sleep fully clothed under 3 alpaca blankets. The water runs cold so today is the 1st day I washed my hair since the hostel. But the day time is an absolute scorcher, it's very confusing.

I've been having Spanish lessons for a week and next week we have them in the JUNGLE! I will miss my family already but I couldn't really say no to jungle lessons.

Chow chow,

Mariam

PERU!!

Hello dedicated followers! (Mum)

I have just touched down in Peru and discovered the wonders of actual accessible internet, something which did not exist in Nepal.

I'm hoping to continue my travel blog here to keep the memories of my South American adventures, but also to keep in touch with people from home. In Nepal I found this the most effective method of keeping my friends up to date without having to send everyone mushy emails/postcards.

I humbely hope people will read this. I'm not planning to document my accessent over the unclimbed peaks of the Andes, but hopefully it will make interesting reading (or at least reassure people I haven't eloped to marry a local wool merchant).

Watch this space,

Mariam xxx

(p.s. If I have your address you will recieve a mushy postcard)

Unlucky the chicken

Yesterday, me and Josh had promised each other we were going to buy a chicken and slaughter and give it is a gift to our families, because we love our families, not because we have a strange burning to desire to kill animals.
 Unfortunately, or maybe luckily for a certain chicken, it was the first day of "remember your dead grandparent festival" (not the official name). This meant there was no meat allowed in our house for the next 15 days. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for a certain chicken, all of Josh's grandparents were still living. So we decided that we would both kill one chicken for Josh's family.

Everyone went on their regular trip to the nearby village of Lubhou to use the internet. I went to get ice cream and I met Josh (grinning from ear to ear) in the internet cafe. He was holding black plastic bag containing a live chicken with its little white head poking out. Kim was behind him holding back the tears after selecting the chicken that they chose to name "unlucky".

There wasn't a bus for ages so we had to walk with a chicken in a bag back to our village for about half an hour. It was getting pretty hot in its bag so we had to stop to give it a drink of water every now and again. When we got to Josh's house we started arguing about how to kill it. We had 2 knives, an extremely blunt but heavy Gurkha knife and what I can only describe as a sharpened butter knife. We went for the butter knife but I had to be demoted holding the chicken as we thought I probably wouldn't be strong enough to kill it with one swift blow. Even our resident farmer couldn't watch, she had only ever killed chickens by a shot to the head.

It all happened very fast. We took the chicken to the back of the cow shed, I took it out the bag and Josh showed me how to hold it. It was very still and didn't struggle at all. Then with one swift move Josh took its head clean off. THEN THE FLAPPING BEGAN. I had the chicken by its legs, but forgot to hold back its wings. So it flapped for a good 30 seconds, making quite a mess of us all.

Then we plucked it and I was given the gory job of gutting it. This involves putting two fingers as far up the chicken's bum you can, reaching up to its neck and pulling out everything you can feel. Laura (our resident farmer) then told us what all the internal organs were and then Tara (our resident psychotic) decided to feed them all to the local stray dog and film it.

It was amazing how fast it goes from live animal to what you see in the poultry section of the supermarket. I was expecting the experience to turn me vegetarian, but I would say it's probably made me feel better about eating meat. Especially as I found out that the Dali Lama eats meat!

Food for thought :D

Mariam

xx

Teej!

Last week we celebrated the woman's festival "Teej". It was a full weekend party all across Nepal. During Teej the women fast for 24 hours with no water or food. They all dress in red saris, with a red tikka and red glass bangles. Red is the color married women wear and the whole idea of the festival is that the women fast to wish for the long lives of their husbands, so they can provide for them or to wish for a good husband for all the single ladies. Unfortunately the volunteers couldn't cope with the fasting aspect so we will probably all have crap husbands, who will die early and produce only baby girls (sigh).
The night before the 24 hour fasting there is the "stuffing of the face ceremony", which all volunteers happily took part in. It was like a midnight feast. The families here never buy food from the shop but on this occasion they bought fruit and nuts and made us hot oily prawn crackers. We also had an array of Nepali sweets, my favorite was these doughnut type balls soaked in syrup and ginger and were sickly sweet.

Getting dressed for Teej was the most fun, the sister spent a good half an hour putting on our Saris. Then the aama squeezed tiny glass bangles onto our wrists. About 30% of the bangles broke in the process leaving our hands bloody but also sparkly, which was nice. We're pretty sure aama dislocated Mellisa's thumb as well because it's swollen quite a significant amount since the event.

Today we went on a trek, which was amazing! When we got to the top we had buffalo chow mien and Mountain Dew  drink, which we a pretty sure has been banned from the UK because of its dangerously high caffeine content. On the way back I got seriously leached. I didn't see the culprit but it has left me with a very bloody foot, which keeps sticking to my flip flop.


My body is definitely on Nepali time at the moment. I'm up at 5 AM to lube and milk the cow. Then a bit of clothes washing or corn shedding. Before a mountain walk with the mountain walk crew. Tara brought a yoga book here and I've been appointed yogi of the group. Tomorrow we plan to walk to the mountain top cafe, perform our sun salutations to the Himalayas before tucking into a bowl  of muesli. Perhaps a tad ambitious but I think a lot of the volunteers are determined to come back fit after our unforgiving diet of samosas, pakoras and buffalo. If it's not greasy and its not spicy its not getting served here in Nepal.

Ferri Bitula

Mariam

xxx

Saris and Shopping!

I'm sitting in the internet cafe, covered head to toe in powdered cement. Today we were performing what can only be described as the most thankless task in the world. We have to remove cement from the classroom floors before they are plastered. Tools included hammer, pickaxe and tiny Gurka knives. It took 5 of us 6 hours to get a quater of the room done. I have cement in my eyes, in my ears, in my nose and a nasty gritty feeling between my teeth. I'm heading straight for my cold bucket shower as soon as I get home.

Last weekend was very exciting. On Friday one of the volunteer's aama told us Sari shopping. She spoke as much English as we did Nepali but language of shop brought us together. Next weekend is the big women's festival in Nepal. All the woman wear red and fast for the whole day. We have been promised lots of dancing and singing. So four of us girl volunteers went frock shopping in preparation, IT WAS LIKE NEPAL MEETS SEX IN THE CITY! Amazing...

She took us to a small shack which was decorated with the most beautiful long sparkly bits of material. I'm glad we were with aama because she could get us the best Nepali prices. The material was 600 Rs a pop and we only get paid 700 Rs a week. It was quite funny. One of the volunteers Steph was charged more money. When we asked why they just kept saying "big, you know, like fat? need more sari, big girl". I almost errupted with muffled laughter, Steph can't be bigger than the most of us volunteers but the Nepalis seem to have it in for her. Her family love calling her fat. It's not a insult over here, it's a compliment to be able to keep your women fat it means you have enough money to feed them.

After we got the material we went back to the village where we found the tailor shop. It was a room about 3 x3 m with three women and a large pedal powered sewing machine. The woman measured us all and kept telling us how pretty we all were and repeating our Nepali names over and over, in case we would forget them. That cost us 100 Rs. All together a tailor made Sari with next day deliever cost us about 6 british pounds, barginous. But here it cost us an entire weeks wages that most Nepalis would use to feed a family of about 5.

The internet keeps going off so I will send this while I still can.

Lady in red

xxxx

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