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Published: December 13th 2007
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29-NOV-2007
I love how mint Aerobars melt in your mouth. Why does the rest of the world get all of the tastiest chocolates?
Another mob-free morning health check with the new system, accomplished by not heading down to the school in the morning and grabbing the children one by one as they return for morning daal bhaat. Think I'm finally getting the hang of managing all of these kids...
Sick of Thamel, I decided to check out the surrounding area by foot. I requested a tailor make another one of those $1.50 long skirts for me because the knee length ones just aren't going to cut it as it continues to get colder. I explored the more rural areas closeby where I stopped for noodles at a shop where the woman didn't speak a word of English and a girl baby had absolutely no pants on. The villages down there are very cute- the homes are dispersed in a valley amongst the rice fields and the foot paths wind about the area like a maze- you never know where you'll end up. I see the cutest little puppies playing amongst the rubbish by a shed and I really want
to pet one. He's just so tiny and rolling around on his back! Then I remind myself that they're rolling about in rubbish and decide against it. After a couple ice cream and cake stops mid-day, I'm finally full. In my defense, they were very small servings.
I head back home because I really need to wash my towels. I forgot to take them in along with the rest of my laundry, so I need to handle things Nepali style. The water is FREEZING. I do my best hand-washing them at the outdoor tap and throw them on the clothesline, praying that they dry before I head out of town tomorrow. The sun is nearly behind the mountains, so things don't look hopeful. I'm treated to chiyaa at the tap- perfect timing because my hands are about to fall off.
I hang out with the Charity kids until daal bhaat time. When I arrive, I see a heaping pile of chicken heads and feet laying atop a potato sack on the ground. I am intrigued. The children are chopping, peeling, and picking at them when I come to realize that this is not merely entertainment, it is dinner.
Can't say I've seen anything like this before. Prakash digs out an eyeball and plays with it for a while- they eat those too. After the chicken parts are all cooked up and doled out to the anxious children, I head back home, almost Thankful for my tame daal bhaat.
30-NOV-2007
I try to remember everything I need for Tibet as I throw everything into my mega pack. Unfortunately, I still have a load of laundry out for washing in Thamel so it looks like I'll be bringing about 20 pairs of underwear with me to Tibet. Never hurts to have insurance.
Back in town, my laundry is ready, but my custom ordered green and white lined wool booties are not. The health team heads out for a couple of last minute health checks. It is dark by the time we reach the second home, and 5 minutes into things, the power cuts out- health checks by candlelight... very colonial of us. Back in town, I pick up my booties, but unfortunately left them at a restaurant while meeting the new December volunteers. Hopefully, they'll hold onto them while I'm in Tibet. That, or someone else will end up with extremely warm feet...
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We have Aero bars in England!