Snapshots of Nepal
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Top Ten and Then Some
Chhodnu
Leaving a place, at any time, means making the times you were just living into memories. As we sit here in the airport, having safely made it to Qatar, I'm realizing that we're going from making memories to having memories. But the more I talk with other group members, the more I laugh about ridiculous situations that so many of us came across, the more I discuss the utter importance of the relationships we made and discussions we held...the more I am humbled by my last 6 weeks. I cannot describe how blessed I am to have had this opportunity and although it still feels quite surreal to have really left, I need to realize that coming back and letting the work, the kids, the relationships, the struggles, truly influence my actions is still a part of my trip to Nepal and that is exactly how it needs to continue.
It's hard to believe just a few days ago Sarah was frantically trying to plan out what this last week was going to look like. It still blows me away how no matter how busy you attempt to make a given period of time, when it comes time to leave it's like you saved everything for the last minute. Sunday we literally had to schedule our days out so as to not overlap meetings, events, etc. and I thought to myself "We had 6 whole weeks, some lax, some packed, and yet I've got 10 bucks on me being stressed about getting things done the last day/hours." A day sick and unable to film at the last children's home, a trip on the top of a bus to one of the most beautiful, breath-taking places I've ever been, a trip to Princess Home Jewelry, and a few goodbyes later and I'm finding myself packing/rearranging my luggage in the line at the airport. Never fails.
To be honest, I wasn't sure how I'd be feeling leaving Nepal; I wasn't sure what I'd be thinking. I knew I would be sad to leave the people who have touched my life, as it's rarely easy to do so, but regarding Nepal itself, I wondered how I'd feel. Well, I can say that it is something I could never know until it happened, as the things about Kathmandu that are so hard to explain, the things you "get used to," actually became comfortable and, in some ways, fun..
No more tiger balm, ghurka knife, hash, or rickshaw offers. After awhile you get amazingly good at saying no, and in Kara's case, saying no and then being friendly results in a free knife. No more smells. Yes, the airport might smell of air conditioning or the occasional plate of french fries, but there is almost an absence of...well, everything. The streets of Thamel have people brushing shoulders with every step. Spacial awareness is the name of the game, and the sport of getting to your next destination without running into something/someone becomes a challenge and a thrill. Every inhalation is a gamble, as you're not sure whether you'll get a scent of fresh fruit, rotting garbage, the grill at a restaurant, or just straight air pollution. Street kids are everywhere, hitting tourist after tourist. But when you have a team of 3 college students from California (Shout out to the APU Resource Team) who's 2 months were spent forming relationships with those kids, getting to know them becomes something you look forward to each day. Getting to the point where they know you won't give them anything, but they still sit and talk, or play soccer, is something I would never have expected to be a part of this experience, but was one of the greatest on the trip. And the heat and rain are accompanied by the rolling hills that line every direction. With a little travel comes an opportunity to explore nature and wildlife in its entirety. Rhinos and monkeys astound me only to be followed by the beauty of the snow-capped Himalayas.
Nevertheless, walking into a ridiculously cold airport where the most exciting area is the security line is an interesting contrast to the world we've been living in, and when it comes down to it, I do already miss the atmosphere. Yes it may be dirty, yes it may be chaotic, but there's a thrill to the streets paired with a kindness of the people that makes every trip something new and exciting. Like I said before, there are people I will absolutely miss, people who amazed me again and again, but I know their words and their hospitality these past weeks--the impression they have made--will last a life time.
In the words of the Tashi Dhele staff (our hotel...with the greatest staff ever): "Come As a Guest, Leave As a Friend."
Here's to the trip continuing through our actions,
Mike
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Photobucket Change
Thursday, July 28, 2011
From the Top of a Mango Tree
The following is a team post, written by Mike and Daniel:
Last week, when we talked to John about our ideas for projects for the last two weeks, I knew I wanted to find something that I could invest in emotionally. Something that may not be extremely productive here and now, but something I would remember, a project that would, hopefully, motivate me to do work and still care when I return home. As Daniel explained in his blog earlier, we were asked to take on the documentary project, meaning we’d have to revisit every childrens’ home, interview every child, and gather footage of every household. So here we are.
Revisiting the homes did not mean a lot of difficulty for the first few homes, since they are within walking or tuk-tuk distance of our hotel in Kathmandu. For the other half of the homes, though, we have had to pack our bags, buy a bus ticket, and say sayonara to our group for a weeklong journey south to Chitwan then up through the center of Nepal to the popular tourist town of Pokhara. There are three children’s homes in this area, and so we’ve temporarily gotten to settle down in a hotel with a phenomenal view of lake Fewa.
What Daniel forgets to mention, however, is that despite making it to the “hotel with a phenomenal view,” we did not get here flawlessly. The plan started with us taking a very small microbus from Kathmandu to Chitwan very early Monday morning. We got to the bus park after waking up a sleeping taxi driver, paid a guy on the corner to take us to the bus (crossing our fingers we didn’t get scammed), and packed into the corner with 3 bags and a little girl who tugged at Daniel’s “beard.” Once we found a rickshaw driver, he took us to the bottom of a hill, and then told us to get off. I believe he wanted us to walk next to him while he walked the rickshaw up the hill, but instead we paid him and bee-lined the top of the hill (thank you, Daniel). In addition, we overpaid another rickshaw who was potentially 85 yrs. old, got led to the telecom center of Chitwan instead of a place to buy a sim card, found Salvation Home by luck, missed our bus to Pokhara, and stayed at a random hotel in Chitwan until we could leave for Pokhara the following morning.
Okay, Benedict Mike-nold, I figured that people don’t want to read about the tiny obstacles and misunderstandings that we easily overcame throughout our travels. Also, you accidentally put quotation marks around beard (maybe you meant to underline it??). The point is that we are here, we are happy, and we are getting a lot of opportunities to build relationships with the children and parents of Holy, Beloved, and Paradise home. We have gotten a chance to meet up with Kara and Katie, who are also doing a project with the Children’s homes- a family photo album project. So in a joint effort, we are throwing a pizza party (Kara and Katie’s idea) for the children before we return back to Kathmandu (a 7 hour bus ride).
Nope, I had to put quotations because I couldn’t think of another word for…whatever that semi-red, fully-scraggily, unsightly thing is on your chin/neck. Anyways. Like he said, we’re almost done with the filming part of the project, and we’ll be left working on editing for the rest of our time in Kathmandu. To be quite honest, this project has been an utter surprise for me. In the beginning, it seemed like we had so much work for the amount of time left, and having had been to every children’s home I worried that it’d seem repetitious and potentially invasive. But every home we’ve been to has been extremely welcoming, willing; and being able to spend more time with some of the most mature and loving kids I’ve ever met has been a blessing to say the least. Not to mention it’s meant being able to go on an adventure doing a hobby of mine with the friend I discovered this hobby with.
My beard is not unsightly, you jerk.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Top Ten Things You Thought You'd Never Say-Nepal Edition
Thursday, July 21, 2011
First Aid and Filmmaking
After a tumultuous three and a half weeks of visiting children’s homes, dodging rhinoceroses, scouting the India-Nepali border, staying in three towns, playing soccer with street children, and maneuvering the tangled streets of Kathmandu, everyone on our small vision team has fallen in love with this country.
Now that phase one of this sojourn has come and passed, it is time for us to move on to the second aspect of our time here: independent projects.
John, the founder and president of Tiny Hands International, surprised our team with an (extremely) early breakfast visit and sparked a discussion of each of our passions and hopes for the remaining two weeks in Nepal, and we all brainstormed potential ideas for ourselves. Then John took our messy, poorly articulated thoughts and streamlined them into concretized projects.
I am involved in two of these ideas.
The first one is with Mike, and we will be doing what we love to do: filmmaking. John has asked us to make short documentaries of each child at each of the children’s homes. So we get to experience the extreme joy of returning to all eight children’s homes, and getting interviews with and footage of all one hundred children to make little films to send to each of the children’s sponsors in America. This is a time-consuming, but incredibly fun project. The kids love being on camera and playing with us, and we love filming and playing with them, so it’s a pretty perfect fit for us.
The second project is with Ben, and it’s a bit less tangible and a lot less smiley. We are in charge of doing research on medical outreach programs, so that Tiny Hands can decide whether to move forward with its medical branch of the Dream Center or not. So Ben has been contacting his friends in hospitals all over Kathmandu as well as discussing the difficulties we’d face here with Dipen, a Tiny Hands staff member who has been doing his own research. It looks like Ben and I will be working with the Ministry of Public Health to try and get some information about the type of medical care the Nepali government has in place. We also will be meeting with local non-government organizations that specialize in medical outreach to see what ideas have worked and have not worked for them. It looks like we may also be trekking with an NGO into some remote areas of Nepal to assess the medical needs of remote communities.
The next two weeks look very interesting, and the contrast of playing with some of the world’s most beautiful children while reflecting on the intense lack of medical care in rural and urban areas of Nepal is a wonderful task that will ground me in the reasons I decided to come here.