Friday, 26 October 2012

Dashain Festivities and More!

So much to write about this week!
(Note: I've written this on Oct. 25Th, and I've just realized that it's two months till Christmas. I'm sure that back home, and in any country where Christmas is a big holiday, the stores have already started selling Christmas decorations, having Christmas sales, playing Christmas music, etc. (Has Starbucks started selling it's Christmas drinks yet?) But here in Nepal, where Christmas isn't a holiday, there's nothing to remind you that the biggest commercial holiday in the Western world is just around the corner. Just a thought.)  

The highlight of this past week was definitely the overnight trip to Nagarkot, but before I write about that, here's a few photos and snippets of some other stuff that's been going on:

In which I learn from a lama:
In my English class, there is a 9-year old monk-in-training, called a lama. But he's no ordinary lama, he's THE (a?) reincarnated lama. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I do know that it makes him special. But to me, he's just a 9-year old boy in my English class. The other day though, I was reminded of his specialness when he taught me a few words in Tibetan? (I'm not sure of the language) and their corresponding hand gestures. After teaching me, he started a chant that included the words and gestures he'd just taught me.

Learning Nepali
While I teach English, my students in turn teach me a few words and phrases in Nepali. I then take these words and try them out with the cook in Kanchanjunga. Her English isn't the best, but it's better than my Nepali. :) Some of my favourite moments have been sitting on a stool in the kitchen, asking her to teach me words in Nepali and having part English part Nepali conversations.     



Some of the youth boys are training to be trekking guides. A group of trekkers came to visit Umbrella, and meet some of the boys who will be acting as their porters. We helped them make trail mix bars :)


On the spice called 'ceseum'
Does anyone know what spice this is?? The cook in Kanchanjunga uses it in am amazing cucumber/potato salad, and it's DELICIOUS!!! The only ingredients are potatoes, cucumbers, salt, lemon juice, this spice ceseum and sauteed green chillies. I would love to be able to make it at home, if only I knew what ceseum was. :)

Late night snacks
Last Thursday, after the weekly quiz, we hung around the pub until it closed and we were kicked out. (It was only 12:30, but Kathmandu closes early, there's almost not night-life). One of the Irish lads who works for Umbrella asked if anyone wanted a ride home on his bike. Surprise, surprise, my hand shot up. I've discovered I LOVE riding on the back of motorbikes. :) It was only after we set off that I realized getting a ride from from someone with a few drinks in him (even if he is Irish), through the treacherous streets of Kathmandu may not be the best idea. Oh well. Too late now. We stopped for late nights snacks on the way back. A few food vendors were set up on the side of the road, selling mo-mos, fried veggies and chow-mein. I shared a bowl of mo-mos with a friend and tried not to think about the hygiene of the food cart, or the food cart vendor. :P They were tasty mo-mos!  


In celebration of Dashain, goats and buffalo are ritually sacrificed in temples. I missed the actual killing, but I saw the aftermath (that's blood) 


Nine month milestone
As of October 17th, I've been gone for nine months. NINE!!!!!!! And it's less that two months till I fly back to N. America. I can't wait. :)

Going to the Cinema, Nepali Style
As one of the Dashain activities, we took all the kids to the cinema. It was fantastic. We took the bus there, and made it just as the opening credits were starting. It was 8:15am. I've never been to the cinema that early! We'd chosen to take them to a Hindi film, “Student of the Year.” Although it was in Hindi, everyone here know Hindi, because a majority of the TV shows they watch are in Hindi. Unfortunately for us volunteers, we don't understand Hindi, and there weren't any subtitles. However, it was a Bollywood film, and a lot can be guessed from their facial expressions, and there were enough shots of hot guys to keep us occupied. ;) And the music and dancing was quite entertaining. :) Us girl volunteers have decided that we need to find a DVD copy, with subtitles.   

One of the most important events for Dashain is the Tikka ceremony, where the elders put a red tikka on the foreheads of their family and often hand out treats and money.  As these kids didn't go home for the holiday, we had a Tikka ceremony for them here. 

Nagarkot
By far the most exciting Dashain activity for the kids was the overnight trip to Nagarkot, a small village on the edge of Kathmandu Valley. We all loaded into a bus for the 1.5hr drive up, up, up. We had a fantastic time!  The rest of the photos are from our trip.    
THE ONLY paved road with lines that I've seen in Nepal AND it's divided, like a proper highway! It was almost like being back home! ;)
This is a fabulous photo of the lads! So much happiness 
The volunteers (and one lad) playing a game of Werewolf 
One of the lads took this photo.  I think it's brilliant! 
DINNER!!! It was a buffet meal.  The kids PILED the food on their plates.  They don't get to eat as much as they want very often.  
It's not the best photo, and doesn't do justice to the amazingness that was the sunrise.  But this is sunrise over the Himalayas.   FINALLY I SAW SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS!!!! 
We walked up to a viewing tower and on the way passed though army land.  This is a sign I saw on the side of the road. 
MOUNTAINS!!!! 
:)
This is Rasu, a special needs lad.  He needed a little boost getting up the tower :)  
EVERYONE!!!! 
The bus ride home
The winding road down 
Riding a bus, Nepali style.  Thankfully we had enough seats in our bus :) 

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Why there's no post today


Week Seven:

I'm sitting in the cafe that I sit in every Sunday or Monday to eat breakfast, write my blog, upload emails, update my blog. I've uploaded photos, and done the email stuff. But I haven't written my blog, and it's 4:30, it's getting chilly and I should really be heading back to my boys. So I won't be posting a new entry today. I will try and get one written soon though, and upload it in a few days. :P Or maybe I'll just post two next week. This week is Dashain and we have a lot of fun activities planned for the kids, so I don't know when I'll have tome to come into town to get internet. :P

Have a lovely week!!!! Happy Fall!  

Seven Weeks in Nepal

Dashain is like the Nepali version of Christmas. In Umbrella, we had a Dashain program for the kids on the 13th (there's photos of that in the other album) and then many of the kids went home to their villages to spend the holiday with their families. There are some kids who either don't have any family, don't know where their family is, or their family is too far away to come pick them up. These kids stay in Umbrella for Dashain. There are 5 boys in my house (out of 28, that are staying here). For the week of Dashain, we'll do various fun activities with them, to try and make up for the fact that they can't be with their family


On Saturday we walked up to a near-by monastery, Halchok.  There were a lot of stairs! But the view from the top was well worth it! And the kids had a good time. :) 
Lopping though the field

Even some of the old monks tried out the slack line one of the volunteers brought :) 

Photo shoot with some of my boys :)

Kanchanjunga boys at Halchok Monestary 
On Sunday, me and the boys rode the bus to Boudhanath, a HUGE stupa
Me'n the boys 

The stupa 

A few other photos from the past week
Such a character :) 

Typical Jewel pose, sitting on the stoop of Kanchanjunga, either writing or preparing for my English class

Making friends with the marigolds

I brought over a pack of balloons the other evening.  There was no power, so they couldn't watch TV.  They had a great time playing, 'stomp on the balloon!' :) 

Monday, 15 October 2012

Musings for Week Six


The price of entertainment and shoe repair:
The other day I bought breakfast, took the bus to Kirtipur, wandered around the town, bought lunch and took the bus home. All for $1.30. And the day before that I had my sandal fixed for 10 cents. I love this country! Breakfast was two samosas for 30 cents. The bus ride was 15 cents, lunch was a plate of mo-mos for 40 cents. The bus ride home was 30 cents (I took two buses instead of one). A full days entertainment and food for a dollar thirty. :)
As for my sandal, the leather strap broke. I took it to a shoe man and he sewed it back together, for 10 cents. :) I couldn't buy a new shoe for 10 cents!

Left-handedness:
I've noticed that a few of the boys write with their left hand, but they still eat with their right hand. I'm guessing that has something to do with the 'eat with your right, wipe with your left.' I've also noticed though, that when some of the boys use my camera, they look through the view-finder with their left eye, which must be rather awkward. I haven't asked them why they do it.
*I remembered what else I was going to write here* -I've noticed that when they play cards, the boys hold their cards with their left hand.  I figured the right-handers would hold with their right hands, but I guess not.  

Wallet, what wallet?
Most Nepalis don't carry a wallet, or if they do, the money isn't stored in any orderly manner. At the market, where Suban and I go every Monday and Friday, most of the stall managers keep their money in a cloth/plastic bag wrapped around their waist (for the woman) or in a bucket or a drawer of a small table. When Suban pays for the veggies, he pulls a wad of cash out of his bag and searches through it for the correct change. :P

Sponsorship Letters:
A vast majority of the kids in Umbrella have sponsors, whose contributions make up a large portion of Umbrellas income. Every other month or so, the kids write letters to their sponsors, letting them know what's new, how they're doing in school, etc. The big festival of Dashain is coming up, and most of the kids are going home to their villages for a few weeks. The volunteers were asked to get the kids to write their sponsors a letter before they left for Dashain. It's been a right nightmare. 29 boys, 38 letters to be written (some kids have more than one sponsor). The letters have to be written on white paper, with black ink, so they show up when they're scanned. Of course, the boys only have blue fountain pens and their copy-book paper is flimsy recycled stuff. So I have to supply the pens (of course I only find 4 or 5 in the volunteer house) and I have to nag the tutor to find some proper paper. Then there's the boys, 'Sister, I don't want to write a letter.' 'Sister, I don't know what to write.' 'Sister, read this.' 'Sister, you bring black pen. I don't have black pen.' 'Sister, Sister, SISTER!!!!' AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW. And then there was the photos. Sponsorship letters come with three photos of each boy. Three DIFFERENT photos. Which I have to take. It's making my brain explode. That said, there have been some good bonding moments when I've been helping the boys write their letters.

On their families
The other day I got to talking to one of the older boys and learned two things. 1) His family was found only three years ago. 2) One of the youngest boys in the house is going home for Dashain for the first time this year. He hasn't seen his family since he arrived in Umbrella, 6 years ago.

Mac found notes from meetings held by Umbrella staff in the early days of the foundation. He printed them off for us volunteers, so we could peruse them at our leisure. There's some interesting stuff in there about the beginnings of Umbrella, how many kids were rescued each week, how many were re-united with their families, the purchase of more houses to house the arriving kids, etc. I found the names of two of my boys in there. Kumar arrived in Umbrella when he was 9 years old, after previously serving as a house servant for a wealthy Nepali. I learned that he's one of the kids mentioned in Conor Grennan's book 'Little Princes.' The other boy, Surya, arrived when he was just 5 years old, and he's the one who's going home for the first time ever this year. Crazy. These kids are amazing.

Dashain
Dashain is a HUGE festival here. It's like the equivalent of Christmas back home. I've been told that the city will be virtually empty in the coming weeks as people travel to their villages to spend the holiday with their families. Most of the Umbrella kids are also going home to their families. For many of them, it's the only time during the year that they get to see them.

I'm sure there was something else I was going to write about....but of course I don't remember what it was. :P Oh well. Until next week!

I remembered!!  I wear a face mask when I'm biking around the city, the dust is pretty bad.  When I bike I often smile at people, especially when they smile at me, and then I remember that I'm wearing a mask and they probably can't tell that I'm smiling. :P 

Week Six in Photos!

Kirtipur

This rooster totally looks like he's playing 'King of the Hill' :)

Down a small alley I found this room with a women minding two huge automatic looms.  They were loud and dusty!

Cleaning the candle holders

The main square in Kirtipur
A road under construction in Patan

Shoes and Chickens!
One of my favourite photos so far, old men watching the world go by

Brothers 

Brothers

Practising for the Dashain program

One of my favourite photos of these two
The younger boys performing at the Dashain program.  Two of them dressed as girls, complete with make-up.  They were adorable :) 

My boys performing.  They were AMAZING! So much talent!

The house captain in Kanchanjunga.  He's got quite an expressive face!

So much talent!



I was taking a photo of a small shrine and these two women came up and asked me, 'Sister, one photo please.'  I took the photo and showed it to them.  They walked away laughing :)

Sunday, 7 October 2012

Photos from the past week

Kanchanjunga House, where I spend most mornings and evenings, home of 29 boys aged 12-18

The newest addition to the volunteer house, Viva. 

Watching the boys play football.  Most of them played barefoot, or in flip-flops/cros!

Samosas for my birthday! 

My birthday cake.  Dark Forest. :) 

TASTY TASTY!!!