Monday 21 June 2010

Rafting, Bungee Jumping and Milking a Cow. Last week in Nepal for our April Gappers.





Here goes for one of the last updates for village life :(
We leave the village next friday which is super duper saddening. We're all cramming in last minute village-things which crept up on us - the placement has gone so quickly.
We are stocking up on ingredients for our western cook up, planned for tomorrow. It should prove interesting trying to cook over Aama's mud stove/oven. The menu includes a tomato pasta dish (unfortunately Spag Bol isn't possible as our families are of the Chhetri caste, which forbids them to mix the meat of both cow and buffalo with milk and/or veges. We're not too keen on givHello!
ing Spaghetti Goatonaise a go) and possibly some chocolaty-something for dessert.
Ash and I have decided to make our host family a collection of photos in a frame - Apart from faming pictures of their gods, Nepali people arn't too big on hanging things on walls or displaying photos. We thought we might start a trend.

We all just got back from the Tibean border, where everyone goes to launch themselves off the highest canyon swing in the world or one of the longest bungee falls. I was the first jump of the day and it was so worth it. Soph came after me and the others watched from a safe distance. Then we went white water rafting and two of the three rafts (including ours) capzised. Our 'safety' man thought it was hilarious. Andrew and I (who were flung into the water and underneath the raft) found ourselves gasping for air, panicking and laughing all at the same time.

After the underwhelmed reaction of Ragu from our last painting day, we decided to try something conventional. You cant go wrong with a giant, brown and green tree, so that's exactly what we did. I think he was impressed, although he still had the school's discipline enforcer/doorlady monitor every stroke of the paint brush, just incase we started that 'dirty' painting again.

Ash and I got up at 4.30 the other morning and followed Aama around, just to observe her every-mornign schedule. I milked a cow, to the immense amusement of Aama and her friend, although neither Ash or I were too keen on shovelling cow dung with our hands. We slipped outside to watch the sunrise for that one.
Ash crashed at 7am again and I watched Aama make Dhal Baat. Look out, I recorded every step and we're all keen to make it for our families 'village style' when we get back.
Apart from riding on the roofs of a couple of buses, there's nothing much more to report.
Bracing ourselves for this last week,
Jess and the Nepal group.

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