Goodbyes

Goodbyes: I really don’t like them. It’s pretty safe to say they’re never particularly enjoyable – but they also solidify what an incredible time I’ve had in Nepal. Honestly, it was a big risk coming here as excited as I was. I had no idea what to expect of the country and my time spent studying here, but at the same time, I was so ready to get away and I had very high hopes for a successful, enjoyable semester. But somehow, Nepal managed to exceed those expectations

Sure, there are definitely things I miss at home. The simple things, for the most part. A bowl of cereal with cold milk, consistently hot showers, frozen yogurt, a soft pillow, or constant electricity? Luxury items! I can’t wait. And to see the fam bam and friends back home? Another thing I’m excitedly anticipating. Or to be able to blend in while walking down the road without taxis yelling at you, people trying to sell obnoxious instruments, or dodging traffic. But that’s not to say that I’ve become accustomed to a daily life in Nepal that I’m already aware I’m going to miss. The inability to walk down the road without something exciting going one, tea breaks, a lifestyle more laid back than I’ve ever been able to experience in the past, and some amazing people.

After two days of ISP presentations and discussions reviewing the semester, we’ve made it back to Kathmandu. Moving back into Sakura hotel, down the road from the program house, was certainly a bit of a “welcome back to the real Nepal” kind of wake up call. And after a night of swatting at the mosquitoes buzzing in my ears, I woke up to find my arms, legs, and side of my face covered in flea bites. (Yes, fun fact of the day – fleas aren’t just for dogs these days.)

Tonight we will have our “final dinner” (daalbhat, of course), receive our grades for our oral and written Nepali finals, do our final “safe travels” puja, and begin our goodbyes.

So its down to this: less than twenty-four hours of packing and last-minute loose ends to tie lie between me and exiting the country. It’s insane! Time should not be able to fly by this quickly, that’s for sure. Since we just got news of a bandh (country-wide strike on just about every kind of business there is) from 5a.m. to 5p.m. tomorrow, we’ll be getting our taxi to the airport at 4:30 a.m. then it’s off to Thailand. Let the adventures continue.

And for now, Nepal? Pheribetaula.

Siddhyo!

"Finished!"

Soon after Juni, Amita, and myself returned from our epic ABC trekking adventure, it was time to head back to good ‘ol (smelly, crowded, polluted) Kathmandu. We spent one last morning with our saaThi (friend) at our absolutely favorite breakfast spot in Pokhara (tea, toast, eggs, potatoes, spinach, and delicious museli with fruit and curd for an impressive 100 rps. Yeah, that’s about $1.70) and jumped back on the bus for another long ride.

Making it back to the city, we each decided to head to our respective homestays to spend a couple final days with our families. I had mixed feelings about the matter (its pretty incredible to realize just how much freedom you have being out on your own, ie. On ISP), but I was definitely so excited to see Vinu (my didi) and my dearest Aama. I trudged up all the flights of stairs up to our flat of the building where my house is, and was instantaneously greeted with excited Namaste’s. Before long I was sitting in front of a hearty plate of homemade daalbhaat – clearly back “home” at last.

But after unpacking/repacking all of my stuff and spending a couple of great days with the family, it was time to head out to a very different part of Kathmandu (so close, yet so far) – Thamel. Thamel is the tourist district of the city. Crowded and loud, it’s a huge change but it also has some convenient amenities not available in other parts of the city for us Westerners – and that combined with some impressive food options make the situation difficult to complain about.

So, weighed down by two backpacks and a camera bag, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to say my goodbyes. Vinu was so incredibly sweet – she taught me to make her version of dudh chiyaa (milk tea) just earlier that morning and, after saying good bye, turned up again – holding a shiny necklace for me. I couldn’t get over the thoughtfulness, really. And as I turned to my Aama and received the biggest hug I’ve received from a Nepali (hugging is certainly not a big part of Nepali culture), I was sent off with one huge bag full of apples and bananas. (Previously, I hadn’t been entirely sure that my love of fruit accurately translated, but it seems that was clearly wrong.) The last thing Aama and Vinu both kept asking me was “Kahile pheri aunuhunchha?” When will you come again? And all I could tell them was “Malaai tahaa chhaina, tara ma auchhu. Pheribhetaula.” I don’t know, but I will come back. I will see you again.

Of course, saying goodbye is never very enjoyable, but saying goodbye to my Nepali pariwaar also meant being reunited with the rest of the students who’d been gone on ISP for far too long. It was so, so great to see everyone again. It keeps coming up in conversation amongst us – it’s really difficult to get over how lucky we all are. Having only eleven people in a study abroad group (and unfortunately after Kaleigh and Nikki have had to leave, that’s down to a mere nine people!) certainly could be the perfect set up for not being able to get along or relate to people. But in our case, it’s quite the opposite. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’re all very different – from all across the States with completely different backgrounds. But the people I’ve met here are some of the most incredible people I’ve had the opportunity to meet in my life, and I feel so lucky to be able to say that.

We all got rooms in the Prince hotel in Thamel, and set into a routine of getting up for breakfast, working on/writing our ISP’s until lunch, hitting up the delicious 150 rupee falafel wrap stand, and working a bit longer until there was absolutely no motivation left for the day. Evenings were much more enjoyable – like I said, there’s actually some good food available in Thamel, and we even hit up some good Mexican for Cinco de Mayo! Then, suddenly, it was time to head back to the program house in Naxal before being relocated to another hotel outside of Thamel. One night there (and a delicious meal of momos at a holeinthewall place on the side of the road – some of the better ones I’ve had in Nepal) and we hopped on a bus to Dhulikhel, an hour or two outside of Kathmandu.

It’s always great to get out of the valley and away from the heart of the city, and Dhulikhel is certainly no exception. We’re currently staying at the Dhulikhel Mountain Resort, and all I can say is that it feels a bit like we’ve left Nepal altogether. The buffet meals are delicious, the rooms have pillows that are actually soft, there are multiple rolls of toilet paper available, shower curtains in the bathroom (wow!), and even little flashlights for our convenience when loadshedding strikes.

It just feels so far from everything/anything we’ve experienced thus far in Nepal – and it really feels like an actual resort. (Make sense, since it is one.) But its someplace I could actually see people vacationing. At the same time, its amazing to think of people vacationing here and not having a clue how much of Nepal they’re really missing. It’s similar to the situation with trekkers. Before talking to people we ran into on our own trek, I really hadn’t realized just how many people come to Nepal to trek, stay in Kathmandu for a day, maybe two, then head on their way. On one hand, there really isn’t much to see in Kathmandu, so it makes sense. But at the same time, trekking in Nepal is really a completely different side of the country. So different from city life, and even far from true Nepali life in the villages that many people pass right through as they’re hiking.

Our first day here, (yesterday) we settled into our rooms and enjoyed a huge lunch before beginning our ISP presentations. It was a long day. Though interesting to hear about the research everyone has been working on, it was also exhausting to sit through it all (let alone give your own presentation). Then, suddenly, it was over.

We’re officially done with school in Nepal. Language lessons are long over, ISP’s are written, final presentations have been given – Siddhiyo! (Finished!)

So suddenly, we’re down to a few final days in Nepal. A few are staying longer to go trekking, and some of us are leaving right away (I’m personally beyond excited to head out to Thailand with Jack for ten days of adventure!) Then, for me, it’s off to Bangladesh for six weeks. I’ll be doing an internship for Hand & Cloth – a nonprofit cooperative for women in the area, meant to employ them and get them out of brothels. I’m stoked for the opportunity, though I really don’t know what is in store at the same time. Yet, that’s how things have been for the majority of the last three and a half months. The future is a mystery, but I’m so excited.

Trekking > Research

The way SIT’s program works, the last month of our time here in Nepal is comprised of an “Independent Study Project” period. Basically, we have a month to conduct research on a development-related project in Nepal, compile a paper of our research and findings, and prepare a presentation for the very end of our program. So about three weeks ago, our little group split ways and headed out to different regions of the country to get to work.

I ended up with a plan to head to Pokhara with Juni (it was an awesome turn of events that both of our topics happened to work well based in the same city, allowing for much less isolation time in our month away). So a few days after the official begin of ISP, we said temporary goodbyes to our homestay families and jumped on a bus, preparing for the long, hot ride to the popular tourist town. Unfortunately, the ride was a bit more unpleasant than it really needed to be being that I’d decided to try a bunch of street food with my bahinis the day before. My theory was this: If I’m going to get sick from trying something, I mineaswell go all out and try a bunch of stuff, right? I’ve yet to decide if it was really worth it (as my stomach is still in a bit of recovery mode), but some of it was exciting for sure.

Myself and my helping sister, Sita (so thrilled to take a picture, as you can see)... and yes, she makes me look like a giant.

Pure sugar cane juice. This stuff was intense - and not gonna lie, this was the only sip I was able to get down.

Anyways, we eventually made it to Pokhara, and after Anna (who had joined us for the busride before leaving for her own adventures in the village of Ghondruk) headed out, Juni and I set out to negotiate ourselves a decent hotel room. (Don’t you worry, we ended up in Hotel Tropicana: good water pressure, HOT WATER!, and even wifi in our room for a lovely 350rps/night for the two of us. Yeah, that’s about $2.50 each.)

For the next week, we each traveled to the respective organizations we were researching and did a bit of writing. Personally, I have been working with the Women’s Skill Development Project, Pokhara. A nonprofit, Fair Trade organization based here in the city that provides skills training and jobs for women, providing them with a newfound ability to be independent, sustain themselves, and provide their children with education. I interviewed several of the women who worked there, with my basic question revolving around whether or not a skills training organization like this one is truly helpful (as opposed to simply providing non-transferrable skills that get the women trapped in their job at the site). In the end, I met some incredible people – and despite the language challenges, issues finding the site in the first place (much harder when EVERYTHING is written in Dvnagri!), and frustrations regarding the lack of schedules in Nepal - research went well.

Realizing that it was completely possible to get the bulk of our work done early, Julie and I decided to make a plan to meet Anna at the village she’d been staying in and trek up to Annapurna Base Camp (way better option than studying, let me tell you)! Pokhara is great, don’t get me wrong. But really? No comparison to the Himalayas.

So the two of us hopped on another bus to Nyapul (a town that, in theory, is an hour or two away. Though its noteable to mention that it takes a whole lot longer when you make multiple stops for people to board and try to sell you their bags of fruit.) Eventually, we made it to Nyapul and headed on our way, asking villagers to point us in the direction of Ghandruk. We finally arrived in the early evening and were beyond excited to see Amita – and we even ran into Bebol! (I wish I could explain exactly how random it was. A friend of ours who lives in Kathmandu, he’d been guiding a trek to ABC himself and was on his way down.) Fortunately, our random meeting turned out to be incredibly helpful as he was kind enough to help us call some lodges and book rooms. (Another strange concept in Nepal – booking ahead at guest houses is by all means not necessary, though definitely helpful in a busy season like it is now. Even weirder – its not uncommon to show up to one guest house and ask them to call a guest house in the next village to ensure that we’ll have somewhere to stay. Very convenient.)

Stop number one: "Snowland" in Ghandruk

In addition to his helpful hints and hotel help, Bebol informed us that he’d left an “Into the Wild” flag in the next village up. So, as it panned out, we were dubbed with the mission to take said flag up to ABC and bring it back down to Kathmandu for him. (Made our adventure that much more epic, for sure.)

On day two, we trekked to Chomrong. The day was relatively uneventful, but it left us plenty tired and relieved to get inside the guesthouse just in time to enjoy some soup while the afternoon rain set in. We met another group of trekkers – two from the States, an Irish couple, and a man from England – and had a great time hearing their stories of their own trek, as they were on their way down from basecamp.

Day three began innocently enough… we started the morning with our new favorite, museli (kindof like a cross between granola and oatmeal) and headed off for a long day of a large increase in elevation. Then poor Juni ended up getting sick – but after a short pit stop on the side of the trail next to the donkeys, she trekked on like a trooper. We finally made it to Dovan – the last village before our destination for the night: Himalaya. It was only another four hundred meter increase in elevation, though unfortunately, the last hour or so was made much more difficult when it got really windy, then it started raining, and soon afterwards, it was sleeting. We were beyond happy to reach hotel Himalaya, let me tell you.

Day four took us up to Machhapuchhre (Fishtail) Base Camp, just a short bit below our final destination: ABC. We got lost a couple of times, but fortunately after some frustrating wandering we finally found the trail again and arrived successfully. It was cold that night; really cold. But it was well worth it, and the next morning (on Easter, conveniently enough) we made the final stretch up to basecamp.

Morning, Day 5: Machhapuchhre Base Camp

Arrival at Annapurna Base Camp: 4145 meters / 13,600 feet

Unfortunately pictures don’t do justice – though I suppose that’s something you have to come to terms with when taking pictures in places as beautiful as Nepal. I think what really amazed me about the whole thing (besides the sheer magnitude of the mountains on all sides) was the drastic difference in setting as we went up. When we began back in Nyapul, it was hot. Uncomfortably so. Soon afterwards we were in the forests of Bamboo and Deurali, and before we knew it, we were trudging through the snow. It’s incredible.

Back into the forests just past Bamboo.

The descent went remarkably faster than the journey up, and by day seven we were back in Nyapul where we began.

Trekking is better than school. That’s for sure.

breaking bridges

Lessons of Nepal

(to be continued)

9. Tread lightly

My experience trekking thus far has been great. Tons of fun really, and I’m stoked to announce that the plan is to head out this week to attempt making it to Annapurna Base Camp! But that’s just a sidenote. Really, I realized that I left a vital story out of my explanation of my last trekking experience, and I couldn’t let that happen now could I?

On the last day of our trek a couple weeks back (from Gorhepani to Nyapul) we went down a lot of stairs. A LOT of stairs. Huge stairs (similar to the ones we’d gone up the day before, except this time going a mile down, of course). Fortunately, most of our descent was over by lunchtime, and after a quick stop we were on our way again, following the river as we approached Nyapul and our final destination: Pokhara.

At one point, it came time to cross the river. It was a small river, more of a stream, really (since it’s not yet monsoon season) and there were four beams of bamboo tied together and stretched across as a bridge to allow trekkers to safely cross. Of course, nearly everyone crossed over without an issue, so when it came to my turn, I figured it really shouldn’t be that bad. (Though admittedly I was a little concerned considering my lack of coordination, but hey – everyone else handled it without a problem, right?)

False. Inconveniently when I went to cross the bridge, the bamboo piece I stepped on in trust that it would help me to the other side… well, broke. Suddenly I was on my hands and knees, awkwardly holding on in hopes of not completely falling into the water below. Yup, broke the bridge. (Don’t you worry, no injuries, some sunglasses swept away, and a little water in the shoes later all was fine and we were off once again.) Solid, chubs.

welcome to the himalayas!!

So the updates I have are slightly old news – but news nevertheless! Two weeks ago, we all spent two weeks trekking, adventuring, and living in a village – providing an experience that demonstrated an entirely different side of Nepal than what Kathmandu has to offer.

Day one: bus ride

Our journey began with the long bus ride to Pokhara – one that was a bit eye-opening to be honest. We passed several accidents on our way down the windy road, including one where a truck and a bus full of people were involved in a head-on collision. Sure, traffic isn’t quite as scary as you start to get outside of the Kathmandu valley, but we all began to question whether or not the roads out there were any safer. On a lighter note, we all enjoyed a dinner “out on the town” in touristy Pokhara – a city surrounding a lake with the beautiful Himalayas providing a perfect backdrop to the scene.

Day two: plane rides = scary times

It was an early morning. We all got up before the sun and headed to the nearby Pokhara airport to catch our flight to Jomsom, a village surrounded by some of the most magnificent mountains I’ve ever seen. (Its times like that, looking a the ridiculously huge mountains where I find myself thinking “Am I seriously here? In Nepal?!”)

Before the flight, we had been substantially informed that it would likely be a bumpy ride. (We were taking a STAL plane – a bit of an unfortunate name to denote its “Swift Takeoff And Landing”.) Our little group of eleven students and five gurus took up nearly the entire seating capacity, and before we knew it, we were off! The views were spectacular, and we flew through just as the sun began to peek over the mountains. We arrived safely in Jomsom, and of course it wasn’t until a couple of days later that we found out just how bumpy our flight had been. Apparently we were the first and last flight that day, and it was a few days before any other flights were allowed to land in Jomsom. I guess that’s why the only flight attendant was looking a bit worried, tightly grasping her armrests. And I thought Minaji (one of our three beloved Nepali instructors) was just looking so worried because she was particularly afraid of heights.

After our arrival in Jomsom we took a very dusty jeep ride to our daalbhaat stop and took a hike up to Muktinath – one of the most sacred pilgrimage sites for Hindus and Buddhists alike. There’s a natural spring that feeds its 108 fountains, and it’s said that one who goes under each and sprinkles the icy cold water on their head will receive salvation. After our lunch break, the trekking began. First stop: Kagbeni. Coming across the village seemed somehow surreal to me. One minute we were in the middle of what felt like a dusty wasteland (conveniently surrounded by completely majestic mountains) until we came to a ridge that overlooked the little village nestled in the valley. After our arrival, a few of us decided to hike up one of the little mountains overlooking the town, and after passing by a few mountain goat herders, we made it to the top – and the view was well worth it.

Day three: trekking and apple pie

The day began with another jeep ride followed by a trek to Marpha – famous for its apples, apple pies, and apple brandy. The trek was pretty uneventful, mostly following a dirt road. But the village was quaint, and its cobblestone road could be followed from one end of the village to the other in a matter of several minutes. (Of course, when walking down the road you’re always slowed a bit by all of the venders trying to sell their dried apples and yak wool scarves.)

We stopped by one of the little lodges to get the “best apple pie in town” – a big claim – and as delicious as it was, it turned out that we had an even better one at the lodge we stayed that night. We ended up staying at the same place as a group of very excited German trekkers who’d just completed their proposed route doing a great deal of the Annapurna circuit. Also – an important note – we had a special meal of chowmein to mix up the daalbhaat menu! I should probably mention: trekking in Nepal is a bit different from what you’d imagine backpacking is like in the States. Here, you travel from village to village, and upon arrival you find yourself a guesthouse to stay at. Rooms are cheap (about $3-$6 a night) and the house aama will be happy to cook up something for you in their restaurant – a main source of income, I’m sure.

Day four: arrival at the gau

After a bit more exploring of the gau (village), we were off again. This time we trekked to our more permanent destination, Tukche. Our group spent several nights there, each of us with a respective family in the village. Tukche is a beautiful village providing an incredible view of Dhaulagiri – the seventh highest mountain in the world at 26,794ft. (Yeah, let that sink in for a minute.)

Though its a much less populated area than Marpha or Jomsom, and (as we discovered through interviews and a bit of research done during our time there) since a “main” dirt road has been built that runs right through the village, many trekkers don’t actually trek the stretch that would require them to stop in Tukche. With so many people resorting to jeeps or even planes, business for Tukche’s guesthouses is sparse, and nothing like it was in the past. The village seems to be dwindling, with more and more people moving away for their education or work opportunities and not returning. The road has made it easy for supplies and medicine to be brought in, but it has also brought about a whole new set of challenges for the village.

We were each introduced to our host families on the first day – and all of us were a bit nervous at first, just like our first introductions to our Kathmandu families that admittedly seem so long ago. Communication was clearly difficult right off the bat, namely because most villagers speak a Thakali, the local village language, and Nepali isn’t their native tongue. The thick accent that results means our struggling language skills were put that much more to the test, but the fact that virtually no one in the village spoke English also meant that we got a lot of practice.

The family I lived with only consisted of my older sister, or “didi”. The sweetest, most adorable thing ever, she was always trying to offer me chiyaa and sitting at the little table raised just off the floor as I studied my Nepali homework – both of us huddled under our scarves trying to keep warm. I still haven’t established if she could actually speak very much Nepali, most communication we were able to take part in was only done through some of the village children that would come over for dinner – and by translation, I mean me speaking to them in Nepali and them speaking to her in Nepali (I think), and her understanding them much better than me. (Shows how bad my accent must be!)

We continued language lessons in the morning, and went between interviews/observation of village life and hiking around the surrounding hills in the afternoon. It just so happened that we were in the village during Holi – a widely celebrated holiday among Hindus. The “festival of colors,” as it’s sometimes known by, is very popular in larger cities, but in the village it’s celebrated a bit differently. Children all have the day off school, and they take advantage of the free time by filling bottles and little spray guns with “colored” water and spraying it at people. Either that, or they’ll just swipe a handful of colorful powder across your face (as was my experience – and there’s a bit of a story here. One kid walked up to Juni as the two of us were walking back to our houses, and nicely reached up to put a dot of color on her forehead, just like when you receive a tikka. Of course, when the kid came up to me, he proceeded to dot my forehead then swipe the color across my face, leaving a huge purple smudge for all the other kids to laugh at. At that point, I realized there were a lot of children and a lot of colors, and it was time to run.)

For the adults in the village, Holi meant the beginning of a fourteen-day long festival of archery competitions, brandy, and momos. (Momos are little dumplings filled with curried veggies or meat, and I must say the homemade ones made and given out at the archery competition were probably the best I’ve had since I’ve been in Nepal.) Of course, it’s an interesting situation when the three are combined, and probably not the smartest either. Ke garne! (What to do!)

Since the entire village only took about ten minutes to walk from one end to another, it gave us students the opportunity to visit each other’s homestays a little easier. Of course, visiting each other’s houses means getting served chiyaa (either black or milk tea) everywhere you go. Like in Kathmandu, the villagers were very much in the mindset of “guest means god”, but here that means piling on the rice and daalbhaat even higher, and it also means serving tea. Lots and lots and lots of tea. Fortunately, the daal in the village was particularly good, which we were all thankful for since it was typically the only thing that was served.

It was funny how by the end of our village stay, our lives back in Kathmandu seemed so luxurious and civilized. Personally, I was a little excited to get back to a warmer, clean bed without rats running through the walls and ceilings, knocking down little pieces of dirt onto my pillow all night long. That’s not to mention the lack of western toilets – especially with our weak American stomachs, you start to really dislike squat toilets when you’re sick.

Before we knew it, our time in the village was over and it was time to say our goodbyes. We began with a jeep ride, then continued on the route by foot until we arrived to Tatopani “hot water”. The village felt tropical, with greenery and trees surrounding the little guesthouses scattered across the hill – a big change of scenery. It was raining by the time we got there, but after a bit it cleared up and we made our way down to the natural hot springs where you could pay 50rps or so to take a dip.

Maathi!!

The next day was when the “real” trekking began. Chandra (another one of our incredible Nepali language gurus) informed us that it was all uphill. Very uphill. Maybe it was just me, but I think I greatly underestimated him at first. But as we began, there were several forks in the trail, and as we’d stop to ask Chandraji or Dandaai which direction to go, the answer was always the same – “maathi!” (A universal Nepali term covering translations for “up, upstairs, and above”. Regardless not necessarily good news when it comes to trekking.)

That morning, we set out to make it from Tatopani to Gorhepani – a trek that involved going up over a mile in elevation, mostly by climbing a great deal of stairs built into the side of the mountain. (And these aren’t normal stairs, by the way. These are huge stairs. Stairs that occasionally make you wonder if your leg is just going to give out underneath you as you ascend up the next couple of feet.) Certainly a challenge, especially with a heavy backpack, the feeling of accomplishment when we finally made it to Gorhepani was incredible. The next morning we got up early enough to climb up Poon Hill, another four hundred foot elevation increase, to see the sunrise over Annapurna.

But that morning, there, amidst the breathtaking sights of sunrise – we found out some heart wrenching news. Kaleigh was a bit behind us after being pulled aside by Chandra that morning. She ended up making it up the mountain in record time, but when she arrived she told us what no one could’ve expected. Her father had died, and she was going home. Everyone seemed to be in shocked for awhile – then it came time to establish what we were going to do. But wasn’t a difficult decision to make, we were all, as a group, going to combine the next two days’ treks into one, making it back to Pokhara by that evening.

Of course, what goes up must come down, and after our journey down the hill from Gorhepani to Nayapul – ahead of us was a trail with over a mile down in elevation - down one gigantic set of stairs. By the end our knees were shaky and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to sit down for some daalbhaat and chowmein. We made it all the way down to Nayapul and then took a short taxi ride back to our starting spot in Pokhara. Back to some kind of civilization, we all got a much-needed hot shower and a good meal before we were to head back to the city. Fortunately, getting back a day early, Kaleigh got a flight to Kathmandu, then back to the US the very next day – and I still can’t get over the strength she showed as we trekked down the valley all day long.

So suddenly it was time to go back to Kathmandu – a trip within a trip worthy to be remembered.

“Never let your schoolwork get in the way of your education”

I’ve made a few short references to the fact that weekend adventures are easy to come by and so much better than sitting around Kathmandu. And after a week of having Nepali classes kick our butts and experiencing extreme exhaustion from city/Nepali life, it’s good to get “away”.

So last weekend, a few of us decided to meet up with our friend Amrit who lives here in Kathmandu. He took us to Nagarjun, a national park a short taxi ride outside of Thamel. Of course (in typical Nepali style) we came across a couple stumbling blocks and things didn’t go quite as planned, but after some negotiating we were able to get in and we began a hike up the “hill”. Nearly the entire trek was up a set of rather steep stairs (a strange concept… switchbacks of stairs leading all the way up a mountain). And we even passed by several Nepalis adding to the stair construction.

Up, up, and up we went, and eventually we made it to the top – on what turned out to be arguably the clearest day since our arrival to Kathmandu. With the Himalayas lining the horizon to the left and the entire Kathmandu valley scattered to the right, the view was gorgeous. There was a Buddhist temple at the top, hundreds of prayer flags strung all around the haven that made us feel miles outside the city. After an impromptu nap in the grass, we were back on our way and after a quick stop in Thamel, Jack, Nikki and I (again, as an impromptu decision) decided to hop in a cab to meet up with several other students in Nagarkot in the hills on the edge of the valley.

We arrived just as the sun was setting, and wandered a bit til we found the guest house where the rest of our group had checked in. A meal of Tibetan Thukpa (noodle soup) and some delicious crepes later, we met up with everyone and listened to a bit of a guitar and drum concert (by candle light, thank you loadshedding) by the men who owned the hotel decided to put on for us – an impressive performance (American songs and all).

We got up early the next morning to find that we were locked inside the guesthouse (the metal garage-type door was pulled down and everyone else was still asleep). So we proceeded to find a back door and do a bit of fence hopping so we could hike up the road to another guesthouse overlooking the Himalayas. We sat down for some Nepali chiyaa (tea) and waited in awe as the sun slowly came up over the snow-capped peaks. Pretty surreal. (And, as a side note, my first glimpse of Everest was also a momentous occasion.)

We hopped on a couple busses and after getting to Kathmandu, we decided to head to Bhouda, the Tibetian district with our new favorite café. It overlooks the Bhouda stupa, a beautiful white dome completely encircled by restaurants and shops selling countless beads, jewelry, scarves, and trinkets. Weekend? Success.

So on Monday, it’s off to Annapurna. Two weeks of trekking, a rural village homestay, and more Nepali lessons as we head to the mountainous region and travel through the deepest gorge in the world. Excited? YES!

nagarjun; view from the top

sunrise over the Himalayas

Bhouda stupa, view from the cafe

nepali lessons & elephant rides

I cannot believe how fast time flies! Catching up on the past couple of weeks is a task that’s beyond daunting, but now that I’ve come to think of it, there are some pretty basic lessons I’ve learned in Nepal but haven’t shared, so before anything else I think its time I get a few things out in the open:

Lessons of Nepal

(To Be Continued)

1. Kathmandu is great, don’t get me wrong, but getting out of Kathmandu for a weekend of adventure that is way to easy to access?

Way better.

2. Elephants are cooler in person than you’d imagine.

And harrier.

3. Regardless of the seemingly endless supplies of energy/water from the Himalayas, Nepal receives virtually none of its own resources.

Translation: “load shedding”, or power outages are up to sixteen hours a day, every day, in the city and hot showers are a treat.

4. People spit in Nepal.

Now I’m not talking a little “ptew” off to the side when nobody’s looking. No, I’m talking about everyone, yes even old women, hacking up crap left and right,and often times planting it inches from your feet as you play human “frogger” trying to cross the street while keeping all limbs intact.

5. Nepal = dhaal baat.

I know this means repeating myself, but its pretty incredible to live in a placewith one staple food item. Rice and lentils anyone?

6. Chaarpi (bathroom) in Nepal is an interesting term.

On really exciting/rare occasions, you’ll come across a western toilet with toilet paper. If this is the case: celebrate! Though more often than not, you’ll befortunate enough to experience a squat toilet (which require some getting used to, but really aren’t that bad), or if you’re really lucky – a tarp on the side of the road! That’s right, three sides mostly blocking a little ravine from the sight of cars driving by, and the third opened up to the Nepali hills in the distance. At least there’s a view, yeah?

7. It’s wedding season.

Don’t be alarmed if there’s a full-blown band on the street in front of your house at five in the morning.

8. Enjoy the music as described in point “7”. It should be recognized as a welcome relief to the dog fights and roosters crowing.

Not too far back, our group of SIT students headed out of the hustle and bustle of Kathmandu for a week in Chitwan, a national park in the terai. It’s pretty incredible what kind of drastic differences Nepal’s geography includes. The terai is a flat, almost desert-like region, completely different from the mountainous Himals most would match up with their beautiful mental image of this tiny haven between India and Tibet.

We spent each morning similarly to any other back in Kathmandu – with two and a half hours of Nepali lessons. The language has consistently been a challenge, and it is constantly overwhelming to keep up with what we’re learning without falling too far behind. But at this point we were all stoked to be finished with our first test. In the afternoons, we hopped on some classic Nepali bikes (i.e. no gears/super oldschool/ rusty and rickety) and road down one of the dirt roads to visit an NGO (Non-Government Organization), community forest, or microfinance group. It was pretty awesome to finally get to go and visit people and essentially interview them (practicing our research techniques) instead of just reading out of a book, “learning” about development.

With SIT, our last month will be spent researching a topic of our choice for an Independent Study Project, so the last few weeks have involved plenty of scrambling for sources and topics for our first couple drafts of our ISP Proposal that we’ve turned in. So the field work and visiting/interviewing was definitely informative – but even more exciting was when we got dropped off between a couple of villages, left in groups of two or three students with instructions to find out about some part of these people’s lives (whether it be agriculture, water useage, etc.) Minor detail, few of them speak a word of English. So we were off to attempt our bad Nepali skills and ask as many questions as possible. Of course, with Nepali hospitality, many were more than happy to offer us a seat and answer our questions (even though we didn’t have a clue of what they were saying most of the time), and we got our first feel for jumping into the field.

Our last day of Chitwan brought along the real touristy-side of things. After an early morning of canoeing along the river dotted with alligators, we hopped on elephants for a safari through the jungle. (Pretty awesome, right?!) Unfortunately, elephants aren’t quite as comfortable as they may appear when you’re sharing the space with four other people, but the whole thing was pretty surreal regardless.

Before we knew it, we were back in the bus and on the windy road to Kathmandu.