Kaskikot village stay

Kaskikot village stay

After staying overnight in Dharding, we drove on to Pokhara, where we used to live, It is now a very big dirty city and the mountains were obscured by cloud  but we stayed in a friendly guest house at the lakeside for a couple of nights which gave us a chance to have hot showers, wash our clothes and regroup before Roger and I travelled by taxi up to a hill called Kaskikot for our village stay. This was part of our orientation programme and the idea is to live with a rural nepali family and experience their lifestyle. Because of my plaster cast, it was quite a challenge getting from the taxi down the track to the house which had a stone yard looking out over the hills and the lake way below. It was the same altitude as the top of Ben Nevis but here that is just called a hill or Kot!

The house consisted of three bedrooms and a kitchen each opening onto the courtyard with a large plastic water tank with a tap in it above a concrete area for washing dishes, brushing teeth and washing people. The house was a new one made of concrete to replace the old house badly damaged by the earthquake. The chickens wandered about everywhere and the water buffalo was penned just below the yard, next to the goats. The family consisted of Parvati (name changed), the mother, 4 daughters, a son, and granny, all living at home except for one married daughter.The father worked in Pokhara and was rarely there. Every morning we were up at 6 by which time the girls were already carrying water from the village tap to fill their tank. It took 10 water pots each day for the families needs, even though clothes were washed in the village pokhari( pond) where the buffalo enjoyed wallowing in the heat.

 

 

 

It was the dry season so there was little to do in the fields but lalmaya still had to feed the goats and buffalo and cook the dahl bhat meal for us all. Nepalis traditionally eat rice, lentils and curried vegetables twice daily, at about 10 am and again at about 6 pm. Meat is a rare treat for rural families  Granny was frail and spent her days lying or sitting in front of the house. I usually sat there too studying language, chatting to the children about their experiences of education in the government school. I also enjoyed some great birdwatching. Neighbours were often coming to call, to meet the “badeshis” (foreigners) staying in the village and always asking about my injured foot. The women were very supportive of each other and I enjoyed cooking with Parvati. However, when any men were around the women became very submissive. Parvati got married at 17 and can only write her name, yet all her daughters are educated. It is good to see the next generation of girls having better access to education.

One afternoon it was stiflingly hot and a thunderstorm was brewing. Roger helped Parvati shield her precious vegetable seedlings from the rain and we sheltered inside while it hailed onto the tin roof. The next morning it was beautifully clear and I was keen to see the glorious mountains visible from the other side of the hill. Roger eventually found a taxi passing through the village and he took me to see the mountains. A kind nepali gentleman invited us to the back of his home which faced the mountains so I got to see them even though I could not make the view point on crutches.

 

We were sorry to leave the family but eventually it was time to say goodbye and make our way back to Pokhara where we had our first shower in days, wonderful!

Field visit to Dharding, close to the epicentre of last years earthquake

It was appropriate that our first field trip was to Dharding district, close to the epicentre of last April’s earthquake. We left Kathmandu at 7 am in a project 4x4 vehicle accompanied by our German guest from Bread For the World, a knowledgeable nepali colleague of Roger’s  and our excellent driver. After negotiating the usual heavy traffic and sheer drops of the road leaving the city, we stopped to look at some mushroom growing projects. We then travelled off road down dirt tracks that seemed far too narrow for a vehicle to pass until we stopped in front of a buffalo shelter by a little farmhouse looking out onto an idyllic little valley with green irrigated terraces set against the dry, wooded towering hills. I am still not able to put weight on my foot but a chair was brought for me and I sat in the shade overlooking the valley, drinking tea,chatting and eating the fresh cucumbers brought by the farmers who were in the middle of harvesting them. I also talked to lots of villagers passing by and the conversation was usually about my plaster cast and how many children I had and they had and what were were doing up in their village today. I also saw some beautiful birds, so although we had not been able to set up educational visits due to the school holidays, I was so glad I had made the effort to go on the trip.

 

 

 

 

It was  shocking to see that almost every home had been damaged by the earthquake and repair work had still not been started, with tarpaulins and corrugated iron sheets plugging gaps in walls a whole year after the big quake. 

 

 

 

My First Earthquake After Shock

I was quietly reading a book in our apartment last week when suddenly there was a rushing wind through the mosquito screening, the open windows rattled and then the whole building shook for about 5 seconds if it was a wet dog shaking off water. For a second I did not realise what was happening, then all the neighbours’ dogs started barking and our nepali neighbours all rushed out onto the street. I grabbed my crutches and went to the kitchen where Roger was still continuing to cook our dinner. “don’t worry, it’s just an after shock” he said calmly and went downstairs to calm the neighbours before returning to reassure me that we did not need to do anything else since our go-bag was ready if another shock arrived. He was quite right, there were no more tremors and after a while everyone went back outside. Later, I looked it up on the internet and found it was 4.7 but the epicentre was in our neighbourhood so it felt worse. Tremors like this are still happening every couple of weeks in different parts of Nepal but they are decreasing in intensity and frequency which is reassuring!

A small accident

Just as I was feeling in control and enjoying getting exercise each day by walking 45 minutes each way to the office, I was overtaken, in the words of Harold Mcmillan by " events, dear boy, events"!
I was walking fast along an unsurfaced dusty roadway close to the bridge over the stinking (literally) , Bagmati river when I reached a fork in the road and for a minute was undecided about which route to take. I must have hit a stone while I was off balance and the next thing I knew I was pitched forward. Determined not to hit the ground, I held myself with my twisted left foot and knew I had caused some serious damage. I rang Roger who rescued me with a taxi and I managed a couple of hours at work but realised it needed an x -ray. We went to the nearest good hospital and I was treated by a very competent orthopaedic surgeon who diagnosed a fracture of the 5th metatarsal. After 10 days in a splint I now have a bright green plaster cast and am pretty mobile on my crutches outdoors and in my office chair with wheels around the flat. After another 3 weeks I will be able to put weight on it which will be easier. The German health insurance doctors are on my case too, have seen my scanned x-rays and agree with all the treatment so that is very reassuring.
As you can see , I am trying not to let it curtail my bird watching-we saw a spectacular red billed blue magpie in the botanical gardens at Godaveri at the weekend- it had an amazingly long tail.