WEEK 2
Saturday
morning brought bright sunshine but it was a noisy start. The ladies, including
my host Janaki, gather to clean and sweep the path leading up to our group of
houses. They do a great job as well as chatting very loudly at 6 a.m.! I admire
the community spirit but wish it wasn’t so loud and so early.
I spent the
day working at home and in the office with a lunch time visit to Nanglo West, a
restaurant which is the haunt of the few foreigners in Tansen, and better off
Nepali families. Guilty pleasure of French fries, pizza and a great lassi (not
all together) – a welcome break from dhal baht.
Visited
Janaki’s brother, Hari, in the early evening, he’s a Maths teacher and was
involved in a motor bike accident. It’s a common occurrence here but fortunately
he wasn’t seriously injured. I was at his wedding last year and now he and his
wife are expecting a baby, she’s also finishing her Master’s degree.
My birthday
(24th), can’t believe I’m in Nepal aged 63! Opened the cards I
brought from the UK and celebrated with a gin and lots of tonic at lunchtime.
Decided on the imported variety as I’ve had Nepali gin before and it was little
better tasting than the local rocksi. Sunday is a working day here so had to go
easy especially as Saran and I had a lot to prepare for the head teachers’
meeting the following day.
Great
surprise in the evening when I was called up to the balcony for a birthday
surprise – a great cake, presents and red wine (Spanish). I had a lovely
evening with the family and the young Japanese volunteer who stays in the
attached flat. Ikue volunteers with the Japanese organisation JAICA, it’s like
the American Peace Corps, and she has been here for over a year working on
rural and women’s development. She speaks very good Nepali as she had intensive
lessons in Japan and in Kathmandu. Thanks to whats app, I had lots of chats and
messages later. But missed being with my husband, Geoff, a sacrifice for us
both.
We had a
very successful head teachers’ meeting in the Red Cross building, lively discussion
and good ideas but a ‘nag’ about doing more library activities. Good to hear of
progress e.g. improved exam results in in one school, permission to have more
classes in one school which will lead to lower secondary status in the future.
Have promised to visit all – hope I’ll have time.
Returned to
the homestay to find Janaki with her arm in a sling and a lot of medication.
She had damaged a muscle over-zealously washing blankets and clothes. As her
son Abhi says “She treats clothes like the enemy!” She’s in a lot of pain and upset so I have
her sniff the lavender oil I always have with me. Despite the effort of having
to hand wash everything, I don’t think I’ll ever hurt myself, a quick dunk to
freshen things up and that’s me. Washing machines are such a luxury here and
despite lots of rain at times, the water supply is very poor.
In our
coordinator Saran’s village, his wife and twenty others have signed up to ask
for the government to help with funding for a reserve tank. With the extra
water that they could grow a variety of vegetables, currently they are
restricted to maize and mustard seed that don’t require a great deal of water.
With more water, they could grow potatoes, carrots etc.
Tuesday was
a catch up on paper work and social day. I went to see Dan’s wife and had a
long chat about her visit to the UK which she really enjoyed. I also met
several old friends and acquaintances as I went around town.
After
working in the morning, Ikue and I set off for Saran’s village for a wedding
taking the local bud to the bottom of the track to Chaap then going on the back
of a motorbike, far more comfortable than in the crammed jeeps we usually have
to take. We didn’t know the couple but
many people were invited. Lots of food, rocksi and dancing, the latter mainly
involving the younger generation but I joined in a few times – not easy on a
rocky surface and to Nepali pop. Also there was Eric (Nepali name – Prem), the
US Peace Corps volunteer, who was having a great time. It was extremely hot so
we left with Saran’s wife, Santi, at 8.30 leaving Saran to the rocky
dancefloor.
The bride
was from Chaap village, she only seemed about 20, and the groom …
7 a. m. wake
up and after a lovely breakfast, Ikue and I took a walk around the village
bumping into people I know and visiting the Singh family in their ‘new’ home.
Mr Singh retired as head teacher from the village school (Shree Bhagwati) and
his home was seriously damaged in the earthquake. The government provided only
one third of the cost and the family had to provide the rest. They have a
kitchen / living area and three bedrooms to accommodate 6 adults and 4
children, the eldest of whom is 18. Not easy.
Whilst we
were around the village, Saran was doing his community duty – helping to
slaughter 3 pigs for the festival – and his family weren’t even going to eat
any! They were going to eat barbecued goat.
Back in Tansen, struggling
with IT again, I finally managed to finish the blog for week one and do some
other paperwork.
Dasain is the main
Nepali festival, tens of thousands go back to their family homes in the village
– special tikka is put on foreheads and children are given new bank notes (the
queues at the bank seem endless) and eat special food. Saran and his family
aren’t really celebrating Dasain this year as a relative recently died, aged
56, leaving his second wife a widow with a one year old son.
Saran’s parents are
going to the village for the holiday so I go with them. The back of the jeep is
loaded with potato seed, bags of beaten rice, empty plastic bottles to fill
with locally made rocksi to be sold in Tansen and lots more. We are in a jeep
and at first I think it’s just us but a young Indian man gets in with a very
young car mechanic. His car, with his family, has broken down about 6 miles out
of Tansen, so we drop them off. Just as we are going off the ‘black’ road
(tarmac), the driver shouts Chaap and a swarm of people appear loaded with
bags. Yes … they all pile in. I count 15 in the small jeep with 4 on the top
and the driver’s assistant hanging off the side. Just the usual.
We spend a pleasant
time with repeated thunder in the night but little rain. Everybody but me is up
at 6 next day, I prefer reading my book in bed but feel guilty so get up at 7.
But they won’t let me help so I do some Manisha work then play with Sohan and
his friend, Astibi,
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