Friday, December 19, 2014

Nepal-Fall and Winter 2014


Building a Tippy-Tap in Shreeghaun: Ben giving a lecture about hand washing.


Explaining how to build a Tippy Tap





Trying it out!





Massive flooding in Dang. This used to be the road.


This used to be a small stream


House destroyed in the flooding.



Houses destroyed in the flooding




Put that away!



Such a cute puppy!


OMG night


Freeman: The Dancing Machine



Brunch with Hannah



Nekeia demonstrating how to use a "Squestern" toilet (a western toilet that is so low to the ground, that you have to squat to use it).


Guava season!


Ben and Rocky





A skin disease? Nope-just Peace Corps legs.


Olive oil in the hair product section.


Hand Washing training with Om


Demonstrating the wrong technique.




Demonstrating the correct technique.



Monday, December 15, 2014

Look at me! I'm a real Peace Corps Volunteer

10/12/14

The last month has been very busy. Somehow, though, it still seemed to be crawling by.  Here’s what’s been going on:

The first two weeks of November were filled with mushrooms.  This time of year is the perfect time to begin mushroom cultivation.  As such, Ben began the bulk of his big mushroom project in November.  Nekeia and I went to his big training-it was very impressive and hectic.  At the end, he had some left over mushroom spores that he passed on to me.  The women’s development group in my village was interested in growing mushrooms, but I was having a hard time getting the spores.  When Ben solved that problem, I was excited, but I had to move fast, as mushroom spores go bad in about a week, if not refrigerated.  With the help of my fellow volunteers, I pulled together a mushroom cultivation training for 17 members of Baibang’s women’s development group.  For something so last minute, it went wonderfully.

All the women arrived on time (a feat, in itself) and we easily divided up the work of preparing the straw for the mushroom colonies.  It usually feels ridiculous teaching Nepalis any sort of agriculture technique, as they have ogles more knowledge than I do about such things.  However, in this case, none of the women had cultivated mushrooms before, and were very eager to learn.  They learned quickly and, after 5 hours, had made enough mushroom colonies (bags) to give each woman two.  Each bag will produce up to 5 kgs of mushrooms, which can be sold for about 150 rupees/kg.  In addition, they are a great source of protein, something sorely lacking in most Nepali diets. 

I felt really good about the project, and hope that the mushrooms work out.  If they don’t I may have to quit PC to avoid the shame.  If the women like the project, we can expand it, in the future.  That day I really felt like a Peace Corps Volunteer. 

Just one day after I finished the mushroom training, I was off to begin building tippy taps.  I believe that I have mentioned them before: Tippy taps are hand-washing stations made out of rope, bamboo and a plastic drum.  They save water and encourage people to wash their hands with soap.  Along with my community counterpart, I am building five in our VDC.  Our first one, the test run, was at the local Village Development Committee office-the governing body of the area.  This one was to be a test run-to work out the kinks and teach my community counterpart, Om, how to build them.

I was exhausted from the day before, and so glad that Ben had come to help me.  We built it in less than two hours, with the help and interference of many Nepali men.  Thank goodness Ben was there to keep me from yelling (too much).  Once we were done building, Om and the VDC secretary gave a speech about the importance of hand washing and using soap.  It was a fairly successful day.  The goal for November was to build all five of the tippy taps, before leaving for Mid Service Training Conference.  As things are bound to go, in Nepal, this did not work out as planned.  As of today, there are still four more to be built-they will have to wait until I return from vacation. 

The last two weeks of November crept by.  Knowing that a trip to KTM, to see all of my friends, was on the horizon, made each day interminable. 

I finally left site, for a late Thanksgiving celebration, on the 28th.  The celebration turned out to be a bit of a bust, and the trip to KTM, as always, was boring and uncomfortable.

A week in KTM was filled with meetings, doctor’s appointments, MST sessions and catching up with friends.  I finalized all the details for my trip to India and did some dancing.  It was fun, and stressful, as usual.  Also, as usual, I left with a cold. 

I’m now back at site, until the 14th, when I will return to KTM, on my way to Goa, India.  My friend Elizabeth and I will spend 10 days lying on the beach, reading magazines, drinking fruity cocktails (if we can afford them) and doing some light sightseeing.  As excited as I am, I am really looking forward to what happens when I return to KTM: a family reunion! 

In 18 days, Tyson, Tyson’s girlfriend Jordan, and Graham arrive in KTM.  We’ll spend two weeks wandering around Nepal, causing trouble.  I’m so, so excited! 

Tomorrow, I travel into town to have an early Dang Holiday party in the park. 

In the mean time, I’m trying to get everything, at site, ready for my month-long absence.  These days seem interminable, as well.  I’ve just got to keep imagining myself on the beach, in seven short days. 



Monday, October 27, 2014

Trouble in Paradise

25/10/14


It is the last day of the Nepali holiday season and I’m relieved. 

I have been sick, on and off, for the last two weeks-the way I figure it, over the course of my PC service, I have been sick 70% of the time. 

The big news here actually does not have to do with me.  One of my dear friends, in country, has been going through a horrible personal tragedy.  Having bad things happen to us, in any circumstance, is difficult, but having to deal in Nepal, away from our family, away from those things with which we take comfort-well that is a something entirely more difficult. 

Watching someone struggle, in this way is horrible.  I have felt powerless and aching with sadness.

The dirty little secret of PC service is that the thing that we dread the most is that something will happen at home, and we’ll miss it.  I have almost the same amount of dread for happy occasions as for sad.  The days that are the hardest here are when I know that my family and friends are together for some occasion.  It would be even worse if that occasion had to do with some loss or other.  Seeing a friend live out a version of my worst nightmare only puts this fear into harsher perspective. 

I sit here, sick, counting down the things that I will miss, before I return: two more Halloweens, one (or two) more Thanksgivings, one more Christmas, one more New Years, one more Birthday, weddings, picnics, road trips, lazy weekends, camping trips.  These are the things that tear at my heart, that make me question my life here.  I don’t mean to make all of you feel guilty for living your lives, but just know that there is a girl in Nepal who is jealous of all of your little moments and dreading the big moments that she will be missing. 


The last bittersweet aspect of this whole ordeal is that my friend is leaving her service early and returning to America.  I am equal parts jealous and sad.  I can’t believe that I have to complete my service without her-it’s just one more way that PC has yanked support mechanisms out from under me. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

New Nepal Photos


Rescued kittens!


Dinner with Elizabeth in KTM, upon my return from Armenia.




The streets of Dang.

A taste of home.


All set for Monsoon season.


Juzt jelly.



Graceful Danny.


Cutie.



What happens when I gave Danny old newspapers to play with.


Monsoon.





Model.



Look at that face!



Fourth of July "American" food feast.

Rice fields.


Emergency drill day. L-R: Ben, Shayne, Nekeia



Someone's got a big mouth...




Chetana, Shayne, Ben, Bora, Nekeia, Me (Megan got cut off)



Huge jackfruit


Trip to Pokhara


Feeding a street dog.




Street pineapple.


For Dad.


More pizza flavor*


*than before What? ha



Truth or dare.









When buses attack.