Just put some old clothes on which
can be ruined and don’t be afraid of colours and water that day ;) I felt like
being able to be a child again! What a brilliant festival, having fun all day
throwing colours at each other! We should bring this over to Europe and have a
fun day out!
Exploring the outskirts of Kathmandu
Chobhar &
Kirtipur
Having moved to a new place and area in
Kathmandu and having a bicycle, I decided one weekend to explore the nearby
small towns of Chobhar and Kirtipur. It was good to get out of the main center
of Katmandu, crossing the Ring Road and see some more nature! I parked my
bicycle in the middle of town in Kirtipur underneath a tree and started
exploring the town. It was a very relaxing and not so heavily populated area,
and I enjoyed strolling through the small little alleys, walking up many steps
to have a view over Kathmandu valley. I saw many cracked houses, visited local
small temples and stupas.
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| Temple in Kirtipur |
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| Beautiful flower carved in stone! |
Another day I decided to cycle a little further
uphill where I saw a huge amount of steps leading through a beautiful forest to
Chobhar. I parked my bicycle and decided to follow the steps. I had no idea
what might unfold at the other end, but it seemed to be worthwhile. I enjoyed
walking through this beautiful forest, it smelled like pine trees and I almost
had forgotten about the air pollution in Kathmandu. On the way, there were some
incredibly cute carvings made in stone, gorgeous flowers they are just gorgeous looking! I reached a temple at the top of the hill
and just below there was an area where you could rest and have a wonderful view
over Kathmandu valley!
Wow, you could see how big this city has become and how
polluted it was. I loved to have a bike, it gives me the freedom to explore
things and be independent.
Short Break from work in Pokhara in April to recharge my batteries
I had spontaneously decided to take a short break from VSO to step back and think about the last few months, the work we had done so far and what I would like to do in the next few months. It was good to get out of Kathmandu and breathe some fresh air :) I love to be by the lake, to go for a run early in the morning and to just sit with a good book in my favourite coffee place AM/PM!
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| AM/PM coffee place! |
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| AM/PM Coffee place - great place to hang out! |
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| My favourite Cafe Latte! |
Such a lovely and relaxing time, which was needed desperately. The weather was extremely cloudy for that time of the year, but I was extremely lucky to catch some gorgeous view onto the Himalaya's!
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| Fishtail/Machhapuchhre 6993m |
Re-Building a school with earth bags in Pulping
Before arriving in Nepal I was determined to go for another trek. I
had already negotiated to get 2-3 weeks off in May. However, my gut feeling
told me over the last few months that there was something else out there for me
to do. I had heard a lot about the earth bag technology and different NGO’s,
who are supporting this technique in Nepal, especially after the 2015
earthquake. I followed a group on FB and the INGO “Good Earth Nepal’ offered a
special workshop. So I decided to contact them and I registered for the
workshop, which would run for one week.
Then I asked about the different projects they were running at the
moment and there were two options, where I could actually volunteer if I
wanted. One was a private house in Ramecchap district, the other one a school
in Sindhulpachowk in a Buddhist village. My decision was made straight away. I
decided to not take part in the workshop but to volunteer instead for 2 weeks
in the Buddhist village 5km away from the Chinese Boarder. I was so lucky to
meet some volunteers who just came back from Phulping, the village where the
school was rebuilt. They were so friendly, inspiring and full of enthusiasm
that I paid my food contribution for 13 days and my leaving date was May 7th.
Now I had to organize a tent, a sleeping bag and a sleeping mat. If things are
meant to happen everything does fall into place. My Irish friend Caroline gave
me a sleeping bag, another Vipassana Meditation friend lent me a tent and I
bought a cheap sleeping mat in Thamel. So I was all set! I could not wait to
leave the VSO office, the polluted city of Kathmandu to volunteer for 2 weeks
during my vacation of volunteering with VSO.
I took a taxi early morning Saturday to the ‘Old Buspark’ near
Ratnapark and asked for a bus ticket to Tatopani. There was no foreigner at the
bus park and they all looked at me strange when I said I need a ticket to
Tatopani. Well, I am not surprised as it is not a tourist location at all.
Anyway, they sold me an ‘Express Bus Ticket’ for less than 3US$. I didn’t give
much on the wording ‘Express Bus’, as if you have lived here for a while you
know that this is not existing really ;) Anyway, I found the right bus and we
left Kathmandu just 20min later at 7am. The bus wasn’t crowded at all, maybe
because it was a Saturday, however the space to the seat in front of you was so
tiny that my whole legs didn’t even fit into it ;) I set sideways and was just
praying that the bus ride would not take 6-7 hours. We only stopped a few times
until we had reached Bhaktapur and so far so good. I was told by a staff member
of Good Earth Nepal, that the bus would stop in Barhabise for half an hour, so
I could get off the bus and arrange a new SIM Card, as there was no NCELL
network up there so close to the Chinese Boarder and hardly any internet. It
was around 10am when I thought we are actually passing through a quite big
town, however the bus didn’t stop, except for letting people on and off. Maybe
10min later or so the guy on the bus asked me where I would like to get off. I
told him at Khokhandole Bridge but tried to make myself understood that I would
need a Smart Telecom SIM Card. I understood that we already had passed
Barhabise and this was indeed an Express Bus as we reached the bridge by 11am
already! Wow, so the whole bus ride took me 4 hours, while being told it will
take 6-7hours. Anyway, I got off with my backpack and tent at the bridge, with
no working SIM Card and some broken Nepali in the middle of nowhere, 5km from
the Chinese Boarder. The only thing I knew is a phone no I should ring and
somebody would come down from Phulping village to pick me up. So I left my big
backpack and the tent at the side of the road and walked to the closed stall
where I saw some locals. They were all staring at me; I guess not so many
foreigners get off a local bus at their bridge. In my basic Nepali I tried to
explain that I would need to ring somebody from Phulping to come down here to
pick me up. The locals were very
friendly and I was able to use one of their phones. The Good Earth Nepal team
was very surprised that I had already arrived and told me that somebody will be
with me at 12 noon. Ok, that was fine. I had attacked quite some locals who
were all gathering around me and one teenage girl who’s English was pretty good
start to ask me lots of questions: “Are you married? How old are you? Where are
you from? ….and so on!” It was after 12 but nobody had showed up yet. So I
borrowed the phone from the locals again to ring one more time. Nobody picked
up. At 1pm they assured me that somebody would be with me in half an hour. The
locals at the bridge had already scared me a little by telling me they had
never been to Phulping village as it is very far and it is up there, pointing
high up into the hills. I was wondering how I should carry all my luggage up
that hill with the sleeping bag, tent, sleeping mat and so on. Anyway, it
turned out that Nono came down, a local teenage boy who offered me to carry my
tent. Ok great, unfortunately he hardly spoke any English. So, I said goodbye
to the locals at the bridge, carried my backpack and started to hike up this
steep hill in the direction of Phulping village. I followed Nono, who was
walking really fast and tried to keep up the speed. First break was under a
beautiful tree after we had hiked up the steep first part.
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| Stunning tree |
Then we kept going.
The sun was blurring down, I was sweating and I asked myself why did I actually
bring so much luggage! We walked further uphill, through remote areas when I was
finally able to see a village. It turned out that was not Phulping yet. Ok,
then keep going. Finally after a good hour uphill and I would say at least
400-500 high meters uphill we reached Phulping! The workshop was in full swing
and the first thing I did was dropping my backpack and having some water. I
couldn’t believe I had actually made it. There were quite a lot of people at
the building site and I had no idea who would stay and who is only here for the
workshop. Anyhow, it turned out in the end, that we were 5 volunteers staying!
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| During the workshop - quite busy on the building site! |
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| Workshop crew :) |
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| Good crowd on the first day! |
We were a good bunch of people. Subash, our Nepali supervisor was
lovely and it was fun working every day on the building site.
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| Subash and David |
We all had our
own small tents put up uphill just above the local Gompa, which was heavily
affected by the earthquake and every time I passed it walking up to my tent I
felt like it would come down any second! Thank God it didn’t :)
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| Local Gompa destroyed by the earthquake |
The locals had
built a temporary Gompa with corrugated iron sheets, which was great as it
turned out that also the surrounding villages were coming and using it on a
regular base.
Phulping was a tiny, beautiful village on approximately 2.000 height
meter, surrounded by hills, valleys and the Himalayas. The setting could have
not been better :)
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| Beautiful view from the building site |
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| View from the house where we got fed every day! |
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| Stunning view |
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| Himalaya's - just amazing |
I so enjoyed walking through the maize fields uphill to the
Buddhist family, who looked after feeding us. They were so welcoming and they cooked
delicious food for us every day!
After breakfast I walked through the maize fields again downhill to the school. The fields were lashing green; some villagers were rebuilding their houses.
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| Maize fields in front of the building site |
There was one carpenter in the village. You could see that the people build their new homes with wood now instead of stones. Every second home was destroyed during the earthquake in this village as well as 2 school buildings and the 3rd building of the school was temporarily fixed, but not safe in any respect! However, it was used for classes now.
So we worked every day on the building site from around 8am to
5/6pm. It was hard physical work, but I really enjoyed being out in nature,
fresh air everyday, looking at the surrounding hills and mountains and the
beautiful maize fields. That was such a treat compared to Kathmandu. It was
exactly what I needed ;)
Good Earth Nepal has hired four people to work on the building site
with us, 2 guys and 2 girls, and then we had additional people who brought the
soil to us, carrying heavy loads on their foreheads! They are hard working
people indeed!
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| Nono and Lamu |
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| Mixing soil! |
The work changed almost every day. The project we were working on
had still the previous structure. We used the metal poles and the corrugated
iron sheet roof. I was glad we had a roof as the monsoon had started early and
we experienced quite some heavy, thundery downpours almost daily.
However, the
metal poles made the whole earth bag building structure more complicated. Every
layer had to include some wraps, so the structure would be sound.
We also used
barbed wire when every layer was finished so the next layer would stick to the
previous one and also some metal netting, which will help later on when
plastering.
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| Laying the barbed wire! |
Another day, when we would have finished a layer, we would sew the
bags for the next layer.
Somebody would have calculated the measurement of all
the bags and another team would level the finished layer.
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| Levelling the earth bags |
Then we would start
filling earth bags, lifting buckets all day, mixing soil and whatever was
needed.
It was beautiful to see how the school grew and the layers became
higher and higher. Having said that, it also became more difficult as the space
between the earth bags and the existing structure and the metal bars became
less and less for us to stand and fill the earth bags.
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| 2nd layer |
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| 3rd layer |
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| 5th layer |
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| 6th layer |
The highlight of every
day was to make coffee for all of us and to eat some local ‘Coconut’ biscuits
:)
One late afternoon four of us decided to go to the nearby waterfall.
Alessia, another volunteer came along as well and the two local Nepali girls
Lamu and Chhoring showed us the way.
It was a steep but beautiful uphill walk
for about an hour. We had to cross a really incredibly long suspension bridge!
It was extremely scary to cross it, especially as the gorge was so deep.
Anyway, we made it to the waterfall! There were a lot of visible landslides,
which were triggered by the
earthquake, which were blocking parts of the waterfall.
Luckily enough the
water still found its way through the massive boulders and flows downhill, so
the villagers can use it as daily water supply! On our way back we walked over
to the other valley and had to cross two really scary landslide areas, but I
managed. The local Nepali girls didn’t find it scary or strange. Well, I guess
it is their home and to make their way back to their village, they just have to
deal with what nature has thrown at them.
We had a small 3 litre kettle where we could heat up water. If there was
electricity we even used it for having a lukewarm bucket shower in the evening.
That felt so good after a full day of work! We were able to use the villagers’
toilet for having our bucket shower, just next to our camping site!
Buddhist funeral
I woke up this morning to the sound of the horns at 10 past 5. It
sounded wonderful and I enjoyed listening to it. When we all walked up for
breakfast to our Buddhist family, they told us that a granny had died last
night. Therefore a lot of chanting and different ceremonies went on in the
Gumpa all day. The funeral will be tomorrow and the locals invited us to join
the celebrations, which consist of a meal and the funeral afterwards. We
learnt, that we were allowed to work before and after the funeral, just not
during the ceremony. We all decided to attend. So the next morning we started
working as usual and we got invited for 10.30am for lunch. We did as much
barbed wiring as we could and in the meanwhile a lot of people from
neighbouring villages came. All stopped at the school and were extremely
curious about the earth building technology we were using. They were watching
us while we were working along. After lunch around 11.30am we all accommodated
the family, the musicians, friends and neighbours in walking up the hill. The
dead body of the granny was very beautifully covered in lots of white shawls.
One thing I was never aware of before joining this ceremony was, that in the
Buddhist tradition the dead body is place seated in a wooden kind of ‘box’ (I
would not call this a coffin) as it is more like a frame, the same position as
the Buddha is sitting in. A small little paper crown is put around the head,
which is covered with white shawls and flowers. The squared wooden box, where
the body is in, is held up with two massive bamboo sticks, so the villagers
were able to carry it.
All of us followed the sound of the horns, drums and the
Lama walking up the hill.
On top of the hill, there was a small tarpaulin where
some villagers and the Lama were sitting underneath it and started chanting and
praying. In the meanwhile some villagers offered drinks and biscuits and others
prepared the wood. Some wood was carried up from the village in small baskets,
others was taken from the nearby forest. I also learnt, that Buddhist funerals
would always be held up on a hill, where the body would be burned compare to
the Hindu culture, where the body would always be brought down to a river. The
villagers built a kind of a wigwam around the dead body and soon they lit the
fire.
We all had offered incense to the
dead body, which we had been given by the family when walking up the hill. We
then picked some herbs and through it into the burning fire. I felt like that
Nepali Buddhist also celebrated the life of a person who had passed away,
instead of crying and grieving all the time. People were joyful, laughed and
celebrated life. I found that a much better way dealing with death than what we
do in our Western culture or should I say what I have experienced so far in our
Western culture. Here it did not matter what clothes people were wearing, what
colour the clothes were, if they were clean or if the person had shoes on or
was barefoot. It was most important that they were there for the ceremony.
That’s all what counted. Choring, the local Nepali girl and myself decided to
return back to the school. We decided to continue the barbed wiring, however
not long after that a massive thunderstorm unfolded and with heavy lightning,
thunder and pouring rain for 2 hours or so at least. We had to call it a day
after chatting for hours underneath the existing school roof before the rain
had eased a little. I returned back to my tent and it turned out, that the tent
was not particular waterproof! The area where the stitching was done close to
the bottom of the tent was not sealed properly. Well, I guess it was not too
bad. I started clearing my stuff away from the outside walls and started
reading my book, while listening to the raindrops outside. I was looking
forward to a good warm dinner to be honest and some hot tea :) I was pretty
positive that the sun will be shining again tomorrow!
One week into the school project
I sometimes stand on the building site, just admiring the beauty,
which surrounds me! I am so fortunate to be able to live in this amazing little
community for 2 weeks! The villagers are so welcoming, the kids are fun and I
love to listen to the horns, drums and chanting in the Gumpa. One afternoon, I
decided to go for a little stroll around the village to see each house and to
take some more pictures. This village is so gorgeous!
I met the daughter from
our Buddhist family who is cooking for us and she started to explain a little
what is going on in the village such as who lives where and who is related to
whom ;) then we heard heated voices from the house where the granny had died
and where a ceremony was held after 7 days today. It turned out that the men
had too much Raxi (shots) and started arguing. It seems like it doesn’t matter
where in the world you are, alcohol unfortunately sometimes leads to
discussions and arguments. It does not matter which language you speak, in
which continent you live or how rural or urban the area might be.
There is one old man living in the village, who is 93 years old and
he still lives by himself! He cooks for himself and I learnt that he lives in a
temporary shelter made out of tarpaulin!
His small stone house collapsed during
the earthquake. His son is a carpenter and lives right next to him in a newly
built house and his daughter as well in a separate new built house. I just
wonder, why they would not build a small one for their Dad. The daughter from our
Buddhist family explained to me that the kids don’t really look after their
Dad. Lots of family stories are going on in this village, as everywhere on this
globe. I spontaneously decided to say hello to the old man and visited him in
his temporary home. He seemed to be really happy that I came to see him. He
explained to me in Nepali, that his house collapsed and he is here now. That’s
at least what I understood ;)
He showed me where he cooked for himself every
day. You should have seen the shelter he lived in! OMG!!! I was actually
shocked. The shelter is just a few wooden pols covered with tarpaulin.
One
afternoon a strong thunderstorm hit the village and parts of the tarpaulin flew
off and his home must have been soaking wet. I felt really sorry for this
unbelievably fit ‘old man’! I really hope his son or daughter will built a
small house for him. I got invited on my last day to his daughters and
granddaughter house for tea. After some chit-chat I was asking the local Nepali
girl who worked with me on the building site to possibly translate and ask if
it would be possible that they would build a small home for her Dad and
granddad. They promised me they will, I don’t know if it will happen, but
hopefully!
Time flew by, and one after the other volunteer left the village as
some had already volunteered for 2 to 3 weeks and they also wanted to travel a
little bit through Nepal!
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| Good working crowd! |
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| Last day of David & David |
So the last 3 days I was all by myself in the village
with the locals. It was lovely I have to say, I read my book and chatted to the
locals with my limited Nepali I had ;) I would not change a thing if coming back and I would
for sure do this again. It was the right time; I enjoyed being around nature so
much and was dreading going back to Kathmandu in the polluted and dusty city.
Reflection of my time as Disaster Management Coordinator
in Nepal
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| This pictures says it all :( |
I am grateful I got the opportunity to work in Nepal with VSO. I
learnt a lot especially about the INGO world, disaster response and in
particular the political system in Nepal. I was able to learn some basic
Nepali, I got much more insight into the structure of Nepal in relation to
districts and VDC’s and enjoyed going on field visits. Was it easy? No, it
wasn’t! I had come to Nepal for a job role, which would have been based in
Sindhupalchowk district in Chautara living in a tent for 7 months. However,
some things do change and you have no influence over it. So my placement was
changed in the first 2 weeks of my arrival in Kathmandu and I was told that I
would be based in Kathmandu instead. That was a bummer! I was so disappointed,
sad and a little bit unsettled. I did not like to live in Kathmandu for a
longer time as it was so dusty, polluted and hardly any nature in the city.
Anyway, I decided to keep positive and see the opportunities for me to learn in
the new job role. Looking back, I really enjoyed travelling in 8 out of the 14
top earthquake affected district.
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| With a local Tamang woman in her temporary home in Dhunche, Rasuwa |
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| Gorgeous view in Dolakha |
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| IDP camp in Dolakha district - landslide in the background |
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| First bank of the enrolment center in Singati, where beneficiaries of the earthquake can register themselves! |
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| Best road I have ever seen in Nepal - on our way to Sindhuli |
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| My first meeting in a tent in Sindhuli |
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| Local Women's project in Sindhupalchowk |
I saw a lot, learnt a lot, got to know a lot
challenges INGO’s, NGO’s, the district governments and local communities are
facing. I got the opportunity to visit many IDP (Internally Displaced People)
Camps, which was heartbreaking on one hand, but also good to see and understand
under what circumstances people are living, what problems are apparent and more
hidden. There are also many opportunities out there to link programmes within
VSO and I am very grateful, that we were able to at least introduce some health
surveys in the IDP Camps and also some health clinics in the future. I have
seen so many collapsed houses in the last 6 months that lasts for a lifetime
for sure!
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| Nuwakot District |
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| Ramecchap District |
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| Manthali HQ, Ramecchap |
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| Dhunche, Rasuwa District |
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| Local women clearing the rubble |
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| Chautar, Sindhupalchowk |
The recovery process from the earthquake will take at least 5-10
years for Nepal. Sometimes I wonder how some of the extremely dangerous cracked
and almost dipping over houses or monasteries will be actually cleared as it seems
so dangerous, in particular up in mountainous areas and no professional
equipment is available to do so. One important thing which actually some
district governments are asking for is transparency from INGO’s and NGO’s. I
can’t agree more! It will be interesting how things evolve in the next few
months. I am grateful, that I was able to get a deeper insight into the
Disaster Response and Recovery field and to meet so many nice, helpful and
determined Nepali people. If it is meant to be I will come back to Nepal next
year for my research! Fingers crossed!
Enjoying my last week in Pokhara
I am so glad I came back for one week to my favourite place in Nepal. Pokhara is so relaxing when it is off season. I went back to my local guesthouse 'Eden', I met up with Eunice for breakfast, I enjoyed my favourite Muesli and coffee at AM/PM coffee place, went for a morning run at 6am every day, watched gorgeous sunsets over the lake, enjoyed the stunning views onto the Himalaya's and just enjoyed the peacefulness of Pokhara.
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| AM/PM coffee - amazing crew! |
I met lovely old friend and new friends and my last week could have not been better! I am grateful I was able to spent one week there. Ramesh and I went on a beautiful day trip together to Begnas Lake. A stunning day, with a beautiful walk and a lovely boat ride, lots of laughter and we had great fun!
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| Begnas Lake |
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| Ramesh & I enjoyed the day out! |
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| Beautiful boat ride! |
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| View onto Begnas Lake |
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| Stunning, peaceful sunset |
Saying Good-bye to Nepal
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| Last night in Kathmandu - Dinner with friends & VSO volunteers |
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| Last day out in Bouddha - the building works are taking shape |
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| Beautiful present from Birbal's family - A typical Nepali Singing bowl |
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| Sandeep & I with the beautiful present |
As things are sometimes working in life you
never know how an opportunity pends out. I had decided Beginning of May to
resign from VSO Nepal. I felt relieved and had known it was the right decision.
I had no idea what would be next, only that I had to leave. During my 2 weeks
volunteering at the Earth bag building site I had an idea ;) I could actually
apply for some volunteering in Plum Village in the South of France in the
beautiful peaceful meditation center. They always run big summer retreats and I
had known that they usually would look for volunteers :)
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| Boarding in Kathmandu - with that branding it was clear where I was flying back to ;) |
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| Stunning view above the clouds while leaving Nepal |
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| I love you Himalaya's! |
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| Just increadible! |
I met the daughter from
our Buddhist family who is cooking for us and she started to explain a little
what is going on in the village such as who lives where and who is related to
whom ;) then we heard heated voices from the house where the granny had died
and where a ceremony was held after 7 days today. It turned out that the men
had too much Raxi (shots) and started arguing. It seems like it doesn’t matter
where in the world you are, alcohol unfortunately sometimes leads to
discussions and arguments. It does not matter which language you speak, in
which continent you live or how rural or urban the area might be. 
