tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617420656932674602024-03-13T05:56:47.889-07:00Nepal 2011 - Volunteer ExperienceOn June 23rd, I'll be flying out of Vancouver enroute to Kathmandu, Nepal to start a 3 month volunteer position at the Umbrella Foundation. The Umbrella Foundation is a nonprofit organization that is focused on rescuing, housing, and educating trafficked and destitute children.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-56969845477423404462012-03-13T10:42:00.000-07:002012-03-13T10:42:41.979-07:00Photos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have been slowly going through my photos. A fraction of them have been posted on Facebook, and you can following the link to see them. My apologies for taking so long. I hope to get through all of them shortly. Thanks for your patience!<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-Lawrence-Photography/142373955811868" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-Lawrence-Photography/142373955811868</a></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-66742698187620560112011-09-21T01:13:00.000-07:002011-09-21T01:14:58.774-07:00Before the quake<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_b7YVCnTyA/TnmdBOvyUII/AAAAAAAAAFM/al-f904V8Gc/s1600/photo-798775.PNG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_b7YVCnTyA/TnmdBOvyUII/AAAAAAAAAFM/al-f904V8Gc/s320/photo-798775.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654723451604324482" /></a></p>Myself, Megan & Caryn (fellow volunteers) @ the volunteer house before heading to Thamel for dinner.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-30532323035415339462011-09-18T10:43:00.000-07:002011-09-18T21:47:26.174-07:00EarthquakeI am way behind on this blog, but I have to bump some previous entries that I'm working on to let everyone know about the earthquake. When it hit I was sitting at Or2K, a restaurant in Thamel that we often go to. I was sitting with Megan, Caryn & Jess, waiting for Travis & Niamh to join us. The room started to sway ever so slightly, and I didn't think too much of it, but then it just didn't stop. It lasted long enough for us to realize what was happening, discuss (very calmly) what we should do, get up and move to a safer location and discuss again if we should maybe move outside. It finally stopped and the room was a buzz with commotion. We found out later that Niamh & Travis had just been entering the restaurant when it happened and ran back outside. The building we were in was on the 3rd story, and had a tin roof. Outside is narrow streets surrounded by relatively tall buildings. I have no idea which would be safer. We did enjoy the rest of the evening, although everything was very surreal. I think we were all thinking about how bad it could have been. We had Internet access where we were and spent a lot of the time checking the news and contacting family to let them know we were ok. There are reports of a few deaths in Kathmandu, at the British embassy where a wall collapsed. I just walked by the building on Friday to get my Indian visa. I think there may have been more damage near the epicenter which I believe was close to the Nepal/India border. <p>It has been a crazy 2 weeks, lots of highs and lows. I am lucky to be surrounded by such great people. As Celine (a volunteer from France) says. "We are a wee family" And as we experience this new culture, share our ups and downs (from stomach problems to head lice, to "oh my god the kids did the cutest thing today" to understanding how these people can go to the bathroom without using toilet paper???) we get closer. Being together during the earthquake has also strengthened that bond I think. I only have 3 more nights until I leave Nepal. While I am ready to move on and see more of the world, I will be sad to say goodbye to the kids at umbrella and everyone in our "wee family".<p><br>Right now I am sitting in the dark in my room typing on my iTouch. It has been raining ever so slightly since we came back from Thamel. The rain just picked up and now it's pouring. I love the sound of the rain. Even though most of my clothes are outside hanging, getting a second rinsing, I am happy that I had a roof to come home to tonight. Had the earthquake been worse, who knows where I would be right now. But chances are I wouldn't be inside out of the rain, safe in my bed. <br>On the other hand, if the rain doesn't stop for a few hours between now and Wednesday, I may have to travel with wet clothes.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-18904297055802881112011-09-02T07:58:00.000-07:002011-09-02T22:04:31.890-07:00AudioI don't know if this works, but it's an audio recording of a conversation between myself and one of the girls. She was doing my hair at the time, so when we're talking about 'rubbers' we're talking hair elastics. Thought I should clarify that. It's kinda boring, and don't laugh at my broken English. After a few days around the kids it just happens. Sometimes us volunteers talk to each like that too, just out of habit.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-89204750864817542112011-08-30T22:45:00.000-07:002011-08-30T22:48:14.565-07:00Snake<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H26e-p_ZF4c/Tl3LHh9ng5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1FcjN5puHmU/s1600/photo-794566.PNG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H26e-p_ZF4c/Tl3LHh9ng5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1FcjN5puHmU/s320/photo-794566.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646892838028805010" /></a></p>This is the snake that was killed near our house.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-43618508669529005812011-08-30T09:23:00.000-07:002011-08-30T19:04:01.597-07:003rd cheekI was just bragging to someone about how I don't use mosquito repellant anymore cuz the bugs aren't so bad now and I hardly react to the bites that I have gotten. Well today I got bitten and reacted. Right on my bum cheek. It's so big it's becoming it's own cheek. Don't worry, I won't post a photo.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-72010752285677369342011-08-30T09:22:00.000-07:002011-08-30T19:04:05.747-07:00Irrational fears?Ever sat on the toilet and had some totally irrational thought that a 6 foot long snake might bite you in the a$$? Or sat on your rooftop enjoying the sun, maybe doing some washing and thought that you might be attacked by monkeys? <br>When I was a kid we had a pool in the backyard. It wasn't huge, but it was awesome. I never swam in it much when I was alone. Why not? Well the leaves and odd hair that would gather in a pile at the bottom of the pool would come alive. I would float around watching it, letting my imagination get the better of me, until there was a giant monster waiting to attack me, lurking at the bottom. And then there were the sharks. Now I know it was totally irrational, and I was completely safe, but still, I was young and wasn't totally sure that sharks aren't commonly found in chlorinated swimming pools, and that monsters aren't real. <br>30 years later, I'm pretty brave j think. But fears that normally would be totally irrational, are rational in Nepal. <br>Today, a local man killed a snake next door to the volunteer house. Apparently it was six feet long. I don't know much about our plumbing, but I do know it comes from down below, where the snakes are. <br>I went to the bathroom tonight during a power outage and found myself having one of those irrational "what if there's a snake waiting to bite my a$$ thoughts" and couldn't convince myself that it's something I SHOULDN'T be afraid of, because suddenly it's not so irrational. And with the power out, my flashlight batteries dead, and being out of candles, I couldn't even check. <br>And the monkey thing? Well the monkeys are everywhere, they're sneaky and have shifty eyes. I haven't heard if any attacks, but I don't trust them.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-87119505790536253052011-08-30T09:20:00.000-07:002011-08-30T19:05:22.181-07:00Teej<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qutcolh7yts/Tl2W4gYY85I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UVcRQKAKz74/s1600/image-722197.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qutcolh7yts/Tl2W4gYY85I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UVcRQKAKz74/s320/image-722197.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646835405301543826" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGRgoGn2epE/Tl2W45whExI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tQUvZFp8wSw/s1600/image-722985.jpeg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGRgoGn2epE/Tl2W45whExI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tQUvZFp8wSw/s320/image-722985.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646835412113625874" /></a></p>Teej is a Nepali festival where women celebrate in honor of their husbands and in the hope of a long and happy married life.<br>At umbrella it is celebrated by all the women in the houses, including volunteers. <br>We all wore Sari's, had mehndi done (that's the henna drawing they do on your hand) and went for a night out at the local cafe. It was kinda like going to a wedding of someone you don't know with a couple of friends. Us volunteers stuck together, Some of the didi's played the role of the crazy drunk aunts, And everyone was all awkward and polite with the people you didn't really know. Now there wasn't any alcohol served, but we noticed the women going into the bathroom in groups. I had my suspicions about a bottle of Roxy (nepali moonshine) being passed around. Add to that the language barrier and great fun was had by all. <br>I think what i liked like most about Teej was how it gave myself and the house mother something to talk about,<br>The Gauri Shankar house mother is great at what she does. Herself and her husband run the house. I think she has the more active role. Being a mom to 36 pre-teen and teenagers can't be easy. She kinda intimidates me. The fact that I hear her talking about me and laughing alot doesn't help. I'm sure it's all<br>In good humor, but I have NO idea what's she's saying. I just hear "sister" alot, and I'm pretty sure she's talking about me.<br>So anyways, she is the one that told me about Teej, what it was and how I needed to get a sari. She tailored it for me, and had one if the didi's take me shopping for a petticoat. Again she laughed at me when I said I'd wear shorts underneath. "hahahaha, No Sister, get a petticoat". In hindsight, that advice was very wise. <br>Me buying, and wearing traditional clothing was also exciting for the girls. After they heard I was going to buy and wear a sari they asked me about it everyday until I bought it. When I bought it I made sure I brought it right over to show them. They liked it:)<br>And the day I wore<br>It one of the older girls in the house dressed me, while about half a dozen watched. Good thing I'm not shy!<br>"Sister show!" one girl said as she lifted up her shirt a little. Oh god, this isn't good. I had worn the shirt I was going to wear with the sari, specifically, because I knew that there would be an audience. Know I had worn my thickest granny painties for when I had to take off my pants and put on the petticoat and had been really quick about it. So what is this show and tell thing?<br>After she repeated herself and kept lifting her shirt to show off the tiniest bit of belly I realized they all wanted to point and gawk at my white stomach. The skin they see; ankles and arms, has gotten tanned, but my belly is still white as winter. So i lifted my shirt, just a little, to the sound of giggles and laughter and "sister, you sooooo white"<br>Apparently it just doesn't get old. I kinda feel like a circus freak, but at least I know they find it attractive, so I'm not too self conscious about it. It's weird, in north America, we sell self tanners and here, there are hundreds of products to lighten your skin. <p>I also had one of the girls do my makeup. I had no idea what to expect, but knew they'd like doing it, and could probably do it better than me. I bought an eyeliner at the local beauty shop. They only sell one, it's liquid and it's black. I handed over the eyeliner and my mascara, and let them do whatever they wanted. The same girl that dressed me did it. She is our Fashionista I think. She also did all the mehndi. The final result was a very cleopatra look. I put on my pink lipgloss and was ready to go. One of the girls says to me "red lipstick sister?". <br>Now I think i was pretty open to everything, but I do have to draw the line somewhere. Red lipstick is my line.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-83673771654031558642011-08-27T05:47:00.000-07:002011-08-27T05:49:07.929-07:00Tan update<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHPeUE2tzOQ/TljnxBg27BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-FKsP2dDLM4/s1600/photo-747930.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHPeUE2tzOQ/TljnxBg27BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-FKsP2dDLM4/s320/photo-747930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516962314775570" /></a></p>I put on a bandaid today and it was lighter than my skin color. That never happens. I MUST be tanned :)Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-42715998127645329142011-08-26T07:10:00.000-07:002011-08-27T05:38:46.092-07:00Last day of exams for class 3<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufcqN4819Uo/TljlVgAML3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HKgI-7P4qH0/s1600/photo-726093.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufcqN4819Uo/TljlVgAML3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/HKgI-7P4qH0/s320/photo-726093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645514290439663474" /></a></p>Today I only had five girls to walk to school. They were soooo wound up, I swear someone switched their morning dhal batt for Cocoa Puffs. Half way there I had to stop them and request that they try to stay together. They were either running miles ahead or walking slow and beating on each other (in a non-violent sisterly sort of way). I told them the were harder to handle than the group of 24 that there normally was. They apologized profusely and one of the more dramatic girls exclaimed "it would be our great pleasure to stay together and listen to you sister" as she batted her eyelashes and flashed me her best smile. Now THAT is more like it. They were acting a little bit like scolded puppies though so i felt kinda bad. To remind them that we can be good and still have fun we stopped for Tikka and a photo before carrying on to school. The picture isn't great... I know I look terrible, I am running on 3 hours sleep and little patience.<br>The girls if course always look beautiful.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-3023994344616241132011-08-25T12:31:00.000-07:002011-08-25T21:17:10.536-07:00Monkey Business<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdWXea6Goc/TlceRoif8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TsicI6TXPKs/s1600/photo-730537.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdWXea6Goc/TlceRoif8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TsicI6TXPKs/s320/photo-730537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645013946220933586" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlDjTKiFbRU/TlceR3Pd6HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5i98nH2nbxU/s1600/image-731373.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlDjTKiFbRU/TlceR3Pd6HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5i98nH2nbxU/s320/image-731373.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645013950167640178" /></a></p>Monkeys have and always will be a problem at the Volunteer House.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-64881756975106464822011-08-24T09:04:00.000-07:002011-08-25T06:32:03.895-07:00Enroute to Gauri Shankar House<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbRFBpRdtrM/TlZO1OF2KDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y9hLq2bzW_Q/s1600/photo-723896.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbRFBpRdtrM/TlZO1OF2KDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y9hLq2bzW_Q/s320/photo-723896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644785859178145842" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9449iDBYVnk/TlZO1aG9nzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s97q40xvxN0/s1600/image-725359.jpeg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9449iDBYVnk/TlZO1aG9nzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s97q40xvxN0/s320/image-725359.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644785862404054834" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo6KUkniF6Q/TlZO1UFsTfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qVpgxi2Me7A/s1600/image-725934.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo6KUkniF6Q/TlZO1UFsTfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qVpgxi2Me7A/s320/image-725934.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644785860788112882" /></a></p>Just a couple of photo's I took on my way to the house this afternoon. By the looks of the dark clouds i thought it was going to rain for sure. It didn't.<p>Boys playing soccer, or as they call it here 'football'Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-30327536365609127522011-08-22T08:19:00.000-07:002011-08-22T21:19:16.734-07:00Night Out Continued.....Sunday morning I woke up and enjoyed a nice warmish shower. After I left the hotel I wandered the streets aimlessly taking photos. Because I was carrying overnight toiletries I had my packsack which has a Canadian Flag on the back. It seems to give people an opening line to<br>approach you. Before lunch I heard 'Canada? Capital city Ottawa. Rickshaw? Where you going? I give you cheap rate." from about half a dozen rickshaw drivers. "canada? Capital city Ottawa? You want pashmina? Good price on cashmere!" from the merchants.<br>And finally, "Canada! Capital city Ottawa! Where you going? I show you a temple if you want?" from an incredibly handsome Indian student, who claimed he wasn't any sort of guide. <br>I declined them all, and carried on me merry way. <br>Later on that afternoon I bumped into fellow volunteer Megan who was heading to the spa for a massage. After her appointment we met up for dinner and drinks and then crashed at another guest house that was even nicer than the one I stayed at the previous night. There was also plenty of hot water. I showered 4x altogether on my weekend away. Water is $$ at the volunteer house as it's trucked in every few days, so we donour best to conserve it. It's nice to go out and not have to worry about it. <p>While in Thamel, I picked up a copy of the "Lonely Planet - Europe on a shoestring" a skirt, and another pair of comfy 'wouldn't be caught dead wearing around town back home'. Pants. I also picked up a few blisters from all the walking. And also maybe because my flip flops are starting to wear out.<p>Another bonus of staying overnight in Thamel is that most guest houses have free WiFi. I was able to catch up with a few friends online over the weekend, which was also nice :)Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-10263838431775501422011-08-20T19:21:00.000-07:002011-08-20T19:23:00.703-07:00Night out<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NLnTQKvLFg/TlBsBUt2zFI/AAAAAAAAADs/BF0Nn43rFW0/s1600/image-780705.jpeg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NLnTQKvLFg/TlBsBUt2zFI/AAAAAAAAADs/BF0Nn43rFW0/s320/image-780705.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643129103091944530" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASBAr9JQTww/TlBsBXdVhwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P2ZJHiqEaEU/s1600/photo-781839.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASBAr9JQTww/TlBsBXdVhwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P2ZJHiqEaEU/s320/photo-781839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643129103827961602" /></a></p>I came to Thamel last night to get away and spend some time away from the other volunteers. I found a hotel for 500 rupees. Which is about $6.50 Canadian. It's not the Pan Pacific. It's pretty loud. My neighbor Luke seemed to be sleeping pretty soundly though as somebody was banging on his door and yelling his name for about half an hour this morning around 6am. The quieter noises were drowned out by the fan in the room. There wasn't any hot water last night, but I hope that isn't the case this morning. Not bad for the price. So the photos below are the view from the window. I'm on the fifth floor. Kinda reminds me of downtown Vancouver with the mountains in the background.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-88710316590747175062011-08-17T08:58:00.000-07:002011-08-17T08:59:27.346-07:00White Goomba Day Trip Video<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXHk9RyU6oE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXHk9RyU6oE</a>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-3635420784623765032011-08-17T07:40:00.000-07:002011-08-17T07:41:34.071-07:00Eat, Pray, LoveIn the Volunteer House we have a small library, made up of books left behind by past volunteers. Monica just finished reading the sequel to Eat, Pray, Love. I saw the movie when it came out last year. But seeing the movie isn't the same as reading the book, and I can't read books out of order. So one day in Thamel I walked into a second hand book store and it was sitting right there waiting for me to buy it. A sign perhaps?<p>I only just started it, but already knowing the basic storyline, I think i will enjoy it. This women is much more adventurous than I am, but as I follow her on her journey "in search of everything". It reminds me how I am looking for something too. <br>So I am trying to forget about planning, forget about how many rupees, forget about calories and just enjoy the experiences of life. Yesterday, Megan and I, and our amazing Didi Indu, set off to get out if Khatmandu and see more of Nepal. It was our "holiday" day. It didn't start off too adventurous, we had a destination, we took a taxi and planned to see the sights of Bhaktapur. Although anytime you step foot into a cab in Nepal, it can be the start of an adventure. No shocks, no turn signals, very few traffic laws, and definitely no seat belts. And I've never seen a traffic accident. Ok one time I saw a motorbike run over a dog, but I saw the dog the next day and it was fine. <br>Ok, back to out adventure. <br>So we get to Bhaktapur, and it's the annual cow festival where people celebrate the lives of people who have passed on during the previous year. (don't ask me how this relates to cows, I have no idea)<br>So there was lots to see with children dressed up and dancing and singing. Lots of people where there and it was great to people watch. I also thoroughly enjoyed taking tons of pictures. The rich colors of the costumes and the backdrop of the old buildings and temples were very inspiring. I must say this made me all warm and fuzzy feeling as it's rare that i've been inspired lately. <br>After a few hours of walking and watching we decided to find somewhere to sit, drink and relax. We found a restaurant with a rooftop terrace, the restaurant was about four or five stories tall, and was all connected with a skinny, dingy dark stairway. If you passed someone they would have to step into the room on a floor to let you get by. When we got to the rooftop there were amazing views so it was all worthwhile. When we went to order they had nothing that we requested. It was quite comical. You would decide on something, request it and be turned down, only to request something else that they didn't have. In the end we settled on sodas and just enjoyed people watching from above. <br>From our rooftop position we attempted to figure out where we were and set out to see more of the town of Bhaktapur. I'm not sure if we ever found our way, but we did enjoy walking around and seeing a different part of Nepal. We wandered through the roads of a much quieter and cleaner Nepal than that of Khatmandu. We eventually came out on a busier road next to a 'bus stop'. By bus stop I mean there were alot of buses coming and going and some of them slowed down, while others actually stopped and people got off and on, Inside, outside, and sometimes on the rooftop of the buses.<br>From the distance, Megan and Didi saw something on a hill and began a discussion about it. Before I new it I had agreed to a detour and we were jumping on a bus and heading up the hill. We didn't get a seat, but we did get standing room inside the bus. Feeling like an escaped zoo animal, we stood on the bus, being stared at by the other passengers. Not really in a rude way though. I've gotten used to just smiling at them and offering a hello or a namaste and getting a friendly smile in return. The bus ride was about 15 minutes up a steep and winding hill. The county side was fields of brilliant green. I didn't have the greatest view as I was looking down on the windows through other passengers, bit what I did see was beautiful. At the top we got off the bus and had a steep trail to walk up to get to the tallest Shiva Statue. I think it was about 130 feet tall and was built atop a beautiful staircase and next to a water fountain. We sat there for a while enjoying the clean air and the amazing views of the countryside below. <br>Back down the hill we walked, enjoying some more displays of the cow fedtival before finding our spot on the road to get back on the bus. While waiting for our bus we watched many other buses pass and on one an older man was looking at us through an open window with the biggest happiest smile on his face. He was waving at us like we were his long lost friends. It was an infectious smile and as the bus drove slowly passed all we could do was return his smile and wAve in return. <p>This time we took the bus all the way back to Kathmandu and got off close enough to walk to Thamel. Didi was too tired to join us, but Megan and I had big plans. Dinner in Thamel. We weren't going to worry about calories or rupees. We had been dreaming about pizza and heard of this great place. It took us a while to find it, and when we did........CLOSED. Luckily it was next to a bakery that sold incredible pastries covered with chocolate and filled with cream. Then we found another restaurant that had pizza. Inhaled that, and by then it was after 8pm. The bakeries in Thamel have this strange belief to get rid of pastries after 8pm for half price. We stocked up on that. Then found another restaurant to sneak into to order drinks and enjoy our pastries. <br>So while I am not looking for spiritual enlightenment, I am not looking for love, i am trying to live more in the moment and enjoy the now. And so I will eat, I will enjoy, and pray that I will have the strength and willpower to fulfill all the promises to myself i have made when I return to Canada. No. 1 on the list: start jogging again.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-33950533681372430372011-08-11T22:49:00.002-07:002011-08-11T22:57:51.268-07:00White GoombaOn Saturday, Nadja and I took the girls for a hike to a place that everyone refers to as White Goomba. The signs at the entrance said something completely different so it's probably some sort of translation gone wrong. We left at about 9:30 with 17 girls one Didi and two Irishmen (Ross & Paddy)<br>The hike took less than two hours and was mostly uphill. There were some amazing views all along the way. When we got there, there was statues, temples & gardens. The highlight for the girls was definitely the water fountain. After the second trip to the fountain, in the middle of a water fight, the fountain suddenly went dry. I guess we were having too much fun, or were maybe a little too rambunctious.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-66304702843682548862011-08-11T22:49:00.001-07:002011-08-11T22:57:49.548-07:00Yup it's still monsoon season!Got caught in a rain shower today along with 2 other volunteers. We had walked together to the school to pick up the kids and just as we arrived a torrential downpour hit. The three of us clung to a wall next to a utility pole to try and take cover. I managed to keep my bag and my front dry. Luckily the girls always carry umbrellas with them (obviously they are way smarter than us) so I was immediately offered cover as soon as the first girl came out of class. <p>Exams are soon so the girls are studying more, and I am doing my best to help. It's good practice for my brain in case I decide to go back to school when I get back to Canada. A group of the younger girls finished studying before dinner so afterwards they dragged me upstairs to their room to play. I was passed from girl to girl like a barbie doll having my hair done and being dressed in sari's. At one point one of the girls lifted my shirt a little bit to tuck some material into my pants. She was shocked to see my pale stomach (the rest if me is getting pretty tanned and they obviously forgot that ALL of me was that white when i arrived) they all pointed and laughed and made sure everyone got to have a look. <p>They are also doing their best to try to teach me to dance. As most of you know I just don't dance, unless I've had a few drinks, and since drinking around the kids is strictly prohibited....,<br>Well it isn't pretty but i am trying to show some enthusiasm about if and laugh slot do that they are laughing with me and not AT me.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-89190611826386685762011-08-11T22:49:00.000-07:002011-08-11T22:55:49.514-07:00And then there was one.....Today, Nadja flew home to Germany. Actually she is probably just boarding her plane as I'm typing this. She was at Gauri Shankar as a lone volunteer when I first arrived, and now I too will be alone until another volunteer arrives in September. <br>The house tutor is also away to pursue her own studies so tonight I offered to help the girls with their homework. I can't help with much as it's mostly Nepali, but they do have math and English classes that I THOUGHT I could help them with. At first I went to see the older girls to offer my services. They declined (phew, high school sounds hard). So I head to the younger girls who are enthusiastic about me helping (how hard can it be, 8-12 year olds? No problem!). I forgot to take into consideration that while I did pretty good scholastically in elementary school, it was still almost 30 years ago. After about twenty minutes of fumbling through some questions regarding inverse & corresponding angles, I decided I was probably confusing them more, so I bowed out gracefully. I also did not have my reading glasses with me so had problems seeing the numbers in the text books.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-24039914527719304052011-08-07T03:21:00.000-07:002011-08-07T02:50:55.270-07:00Saturday Field Trip<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQqKr3Dyizw/Tj5f_4CqvhI/AAAAAAAAADk/wD5RuROix1g/s1600/photo-755273.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQqKr3Dyizw/Tj5f_4CqvhI/AAAAAAAAADk/wD5RuROix1g/s320/photo-755273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638049334494412306" /></a></p>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-27599862199504658502011-08-06T10:32:00.000-07:002011-08-06T22:45:04.545-07:00Nepalese torture<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BwHcB94KGg/Tj4mYefT_ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/RFlVJy11Bt8/s1600/photo-704546.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BwHcB94KGg/Tj4mYefT_ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/RFlVJy11Bt8/s320/photo-704546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637985985457552786" /></a></p>Since the Irish group from Terenure College have gone home, things seem to be a bit quieter at Umbrella. One of the lads did decide to stay so he has moved into the Volunteer House. A little more testosterone in the house can't be a bad thing. The kids definitely enjoy having another guy around as well. <p>Yesterday I saw a dead rat in the lane and a dying mouse dragging itself off to die on the road. Totally gross. The reason I mention it is that seeing the two made me realize that the 'rat' I danced around the bathroom with the other night was actually a mouse. Had it really been a ray I would have screamed like a little girl and stood on the toilet until it left. The rats are the size of cats and the mice are the size of rats. Luckily I haven't really seen many cats.... But I'm sure sure they are also huge. <p>The girls in the house have given up jump rope for a while and have now found entertainment in hair styling. The girls do each others hair every morning in braids and pony tails of some sort. The always look great and when they asked to do mine i figured I had nothing to lose. The first girl to try my hair was very enthusiastic and so I sat down and let her get to work. After a few seconds I question the girls feelings towards me (to myself of course). I can't imagine doing that to someone you actually don't hate. I do my best not to cry and at one point I ask her if she could try not to pull my hair to which she replies "what do you mean sister? I don't understand". Yup she hates me.<br>After she's done, she pulls the French braid put (which actually looked really good) and started again. A couple of girls decide to<br>come watch and they start judging my discomfort by the crimson color my ears have turned to. Luckily the hair dresser realizes the pain she is causing me and tells me to say ouch when it hurts. After I vocalize my 'ouches' a few times and receive no relief, I give up and tell myself that this is making me a stronger person, and what the heck, my hair is thick enough, a few lost follicles will not kill me. <br>Later that day the same hair stylist went to work on Nadja. I felt bad her and after a few moments went over and mentioned to her stylist that she may want to be sure that she's being gentle as her clients ears were getting a bit red. <br>Since then other girls have taken turns doing our hair and luckily it seems only one of them is a bit rough. Today one of the girls even took some extra time and pulled out any grey hairs she found.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-81483553632169209112011-08-03T22:31:00.001-07:002011-08-03T22:31:43.494-07:00Tan lines<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzVEZ-J3B2k/TjouwIKRjoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Gd9iMb-XdU0/s1600/photo-703495.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzVEZ-J3B2k/TjouwIKRjoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Gd9iMb-XdU0/s320/photo-703495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636869287966772866" /></a></p>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-73342371394004942322011-08-03T01:29:00.001-07:002011-08-03T01:29:06.965-07:00CarnivalSaturday the Irish put on a carnival for the kids. They had a blast. I will post a video soon. <br>In the evening the home that houses the oldest boys (some of who have already started college) hosted a performance for the Irish. I snuck in to watch again. Holy smokes can those guys dance. It was too dark to film it, but it was like something out of a dance movie. I'm not up to date on dance styles but I think it was break dancing. There was a lot of flipping and head spinning. <br>Once that was over we all headed out to celebrate the last night of our volunteer coordinator. A group of about 20 of us started walking to Thamel with hopes of getting a couple of cabs. There was none. We finally saw a bus parked, but saw movement in it. One of the guys talked to him and after some bartering we had a party bus to Thamel. The driver was still getting dressed and dismantling the kids beds when we boarded. I think the family lived in the bus. The partying must have started before we showed up as the driver was a little bit stoned.<br>He cranked up the stereo and off we went. We ended up at Tom & jerry's for a bit before getting in taxi's and heading back home. We fit 5 or 6 in the cab, I'm not sure which, sitting on the lap of a 6'2" guy I couldn't see much with the angle my head was squished into ceiling/back of the drivers seat. I don't think he was too comfortable either.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-23999168673951758192011-08-03T00:55:00.001-07:002011-08-03T00:55:17.887-07:00Fun day @ Umbrella with Terenure Group<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cP4qfwJ0fVw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cP4qfwJ0fVw</a>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761742065693267460.post-47349760262413241912011-07-30T11:44:00.001-07:002011-07-30T11:44:30.170-07:00Fantastic FridaySo today was pretty action packed. The younger kids get off school early on Fridays and the group from Ireland put on a bunch of games for them. If was pouring rain. That didn't slow anybody down. The first game was helicopter. Everyone stands in a circle and the 'helicopter' was one of the Irish guys swinging a rope with a bottle tied to it in circles along the ground at everyone's feet. You are suppose to jump as it passes underneath you. A bunch of our girls were playing and dragged me along with them. Two of them held my hands yas this thing went whizzing past us underneath our feet. I knew I was barely hanging on and watched a few people fall victim to this roped bottle. My instincts were telling me that my older reflexes could not handle this challenge, jumping at the exact right moment was beyond the capabilities of my thirty/something year old body. I suggested to the girls hanging onto me that it would be best for me to bow out of the game before it got ugly. They insisted I stay. I felt obligated to stay in the game. If these children were not questioning my abilities, why should I? We continued. I don't think the bottle made another round after I questioned myself that it took hold of my ankles and flung me to the ground (rather ungracefully I'm sure) and dropped me into a mud puddle, sending my flip flops sailing. The girls then realized that yes, this game was not for me and let me sit it out. Thank god! They were very apologetic for the rest of the day. "sorry sister" <br>Luckily, I have enough backside to cushion the fall and was completely unharmed. Wet and muddy yes, broken or bruised.... No. <br>More games and fun ensued, the rain kept pouring down and great fun was had by all. After a bit everything was finally called off so the kids could head home and dry off. <br>The different houses have been taking turns having a night each of performances to welcome the Irish group and showcase their talents. I haven't made it to any of them as in the evenings I have been teaching the computer class. Last night I was finally able to go to the performance at the Annapurna Hpuse. Everyone received Tikki and a scarf in a small welcoming ceremony. Tikki is this red dye stuff that they put on your forehead. Then the boys in the house (older Umbrella kids) did some singing and dancing, and even some rap. Of course there<br>Was some Justin Beiber thrown in, and a couple of the Irish guys performed the rap 'Fresh Prince of Bel Air'. Great fun was had by all.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044809408447202112noreply@blogger.com0