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Honoring Fridays: April 17th, 2009

Where to begin!  Last weekend we had a spectacular trip to Pokhara which has a spectacular location on Lake Fewa, nestled into the “hills” (read large incredible mountains which to the locals are nothing in comparison to the Himalayas but to everyone else are fully mountains).  It was our anniversary trip so we kept it totally unscheduled and just enjoyed the spontaneity and indulgence of it all.  Without a doubt the best part was the swimming pool – with temperatures hovering around a humid 30 degrees C, there was nothing more refreshing than spending the day in the pool.  Now for my weekly dose of gratitude…

  • Planning(as I call it)/Dreaming (as he calls it). Many of our conversations during the weekend centred around what the next year might bring – dreaming about the future and just what we imagined and hoped for ourselves and each other.  There is something utterly thrilling to think ahead to what is possible and let the mind race ahead a bit.  The risk, of course, is that present time is less appreciated, less thoughtfull spent, and less enjoyed.  However, we indulged and just dreamed about what might be…it was hopeful, inspired, and energizing…thanks to Pokhara for inspiring our next dreams.
  • Sweet chili sauce. Condiment of the gods, sweet chili sauce is one of the few condiments in our fridge (currently soya sauce, dijon mustard, butter, and sweet chili sauce are actually all that are in our fridge at all…we are confident that when the power is out they are “tough enough” to withstand some subtle warming without turning into poison).  What I do recommend is sweet chili sauce on friend rice.  Delectably spicy and sweet at the same time with the nice firm crunch of vegetables.  Better, in fact, than the traditional soya sauce.  Not at all Nepali in any way but cheap and tasty nonetheless.
  • Summer fabrics. With the onset of hot weather the prospect of shopping has once again popped into possibility.  Exceptionally cheap and perfect for hot weather is fantastic linens, cottons of every colour, hue, pattern, design and combination of emrboidery, sparkly sequins, or complex hand painting.  I will admit that the clothes I brought from home are no longer suitable for this weather – they are sticky, heavy, and these days at least 3 sizes too big.  That means a trip to my local tailor for something new…yipppee!
  • New load shedding schedules. All I can say is we are down from 19 hours a day to 12…it almost feels luxurious and decadent…its not…but it still feels like it, so while the euphoria lasts I am going to enjoy it.

Honouring Fridays: April 10th, 2009

Looking back on the past year it strikes me just how much my life has changed.  So much happened!  The anniversary of our elopment is this weekend on April 12th. Rex decided to pull a surprise and book a wonderful 4-day weekend in Pokhara…he spilled the beans this morning when he mistakenly mentioned that “while we are in Pokhara…”.  Also, many thanks to VSO for moving our marriage decision forward in a big way…got married so we could volunteer in Ethiopia and here we are in Nepal…whoops…well good thing that if we ever need to volunteer in Ethiopia we will be ready : )

This weekend will provide some time to reflect on the past year and dream about adventures in the year ahead.  Next week is also Nepali New Year – a timely moment to be celebrating our anniversary and thinking about the beginning of another year together.  This post is all my gratitude towards that handsome man in the photo over there…

  • The way you make me tea in the morning. Mornings begin early here.  And while this doesn’t mean we actually get out of bed before 6am, this does mean that the sounds of our neighbourhood waking up start around 4.30am.  So, there are many mornings when waking up is hard…regardless of how early you get to bed the night before, 4:30 is still an early time to begin the slow process of waking.  But the best, best, best part about every morning is knowning that you will sneak out of bed, walk down to the little shop on the corner and buy milk so we can have tea in the morning.  A small action but I know there is lots of love in that dudh chiyaa.
  • The way people just like you. I take some time to warm up to new people.  I am friendly enough but know that new friends will be kept at an arm’s length until I have made up my mind.  You, however, are just how I wish I could be – open, warm, genuine, and immediately likeable.  How many times have we met a new group of people and they have remarked to me, in confidence later, just how much they truly enjoy you.  You are everyone’s favourite warm-hearted soul and I am proud to snuggle my soul next to your kind soul.
  • Your passion…for libraries, for small towns, for rural life, for gardens, for technical gadgets, for peggle, for www.thegreenpages.ca, for blogging, for the West Coast, for my cooking, for the internet, for friends, for taking a nice walk, for enjoy what is, for adventure, for trying anything once, for taking care of people, for helping, for family, for goodness, for peace, for all that is right in the world.  It is contagious and inspiring to watch you dream and imagine what is possible.  I am a greater believer in the unreal and impossible because I see you make it real and possible every day.
  • Your hugs. Nothing is more comforting or more reassuring than coming home from a crazy day and walking into a warm hug from you.  That will always be the most satisfying and rejuvenating way to end any day.  May your hugs be ever more plentiful as we grow old together and may I always be there to hug you right back.

Honouring Fridays: March 6th, 2009

I missed last Friday`s post and then was late on this Fridays…a sure sign that work is getting busier and there are fewer hours when free-time and electricity coincide.

  • Friday socializing. The cohort of volunteers that arrived right before us have instituted a lovely casual Friday gathering for anyone who is interested.  It is usually a chance for us to reconnect, debrief, and share with other volunteers.  The crowd changes depending on who is free but the conversations always remains engaging, lively, and interesting.  Last night I had a fantastic debate over the role of INGOs in development work…clearly there are various opinions on this and it was a good opportunity for me to test some of my own theories and assumptions about our organization.  Thanks to NB for the great debate.
  • Royal Tandoori. By far our absolute favourite restaurant for cheap and delicious food in Lazimpat, the region of Kathmandu where we live.  They have curries and naan bread that put anything found in Vancouver to shame (although Indian Oven is a pretty close contender).  We can eat 4 pieces of naan and 2 different curries and pay about $3…we could eat there everyday.  We go there so frequently that we see the staff cycling around other areas of Kathmandu and they wave hello…perhaps time I invested in a brick oven to make my own naan?
  • Kurta surwaal. Imagine the ease of getting dressed every morning for work when all you needed to do was jump into loose baggy pants, a long tunic top, and wrap yourself in a scarf for warmth?  This is my work outfit most days of the week.  And imagine again if everyone was wearing these outfits in purple, pink, red, orange, green, and blue patterns – like looking through a kaleidescope – everywhere you turn the clashes of pattern and colour in clothes jumps into vision.  So, I joined the parade.  I have had some lovely kurtas made for me but my favourite is the first one I bought in a deep orange colour with some paisley green and yellow patterns.  Honestly, getting dressed for work has become one of the easiest and simplest parts of my day!  Below is a picture of me and my friends H and M in our beautiful kurtas.
  • Candles. Simple reality that with 20 hours a day without power the simple and humble candle becomes the source of all light in our small apartment.  It felt romantic and quaint for the first couple of weeks – now it is just a necessity.  BUT, it provides a great excuse to purchase cheap bottles of wine as the bottles double as candle holders when the sweet elixir has been drunk.  Thanks to candles for forcing me to buy wine…
Me, M and H in our beautiful Nepali lugaa (clothes)

Honouring Fridays: February 20th, 2009

  • Pancakes. Not the puffy, fluffy kind but the pan cooked thicker, crepe-like kind made of egg, milk, and flour.  Topped with fresh honey and lemon or with curried veggies – we have been enjoying them in both sweet and savoury ways since it is easily made by candle light and is quick after a long day at work.  Breakfast for dinner…perfect!
  • My landlady.  We have had a problem with our generator that powers our water pump lately, which has meant a shortage of water to our apartment.  Enough for a shower every few days but little more.  We are able to pump water into buckets to flush the toilet and wash dishes which is just fine.  But what makes this something to be grateful for is that when I come home from work I often find a bucket or jug of water waitig at my door…a little gesture  but so appreciated since I don’t have to lug it up 4 flights of stairs in the dark.  Thanks to Rita my landlady for always making sure we can flush.
  • Rest. The joys of a good restorative and rejuvinating sleep were revealed to me this week after a few difficult nights.  Mental exhaustion unravelled all my rational thinking, emotional composure, and coping abilities earlier this week.  I took rest.  And miraculously, 8 hours later, I awoke feeling completely restored 🙂   There is no other activity that results in such good health, that takes zero energy in which to engage and yet produces results so vastly impressive in nature.
  • Language. The eloquence of a statement I had written in English I had hoped could be translated into Nepali for a workshop next week.  Not suprisingly, it was not that simple.  The nuances of Nepali, the structures of sentences created their own unique eloquence but required tweaking, thinking, debating, and carefully selecting the appropriate word.  This required further explanation from me about the meaning behind my statement.  Was one of those moments where the complexity of languages was both frustrating and magical.  These are complex words we speak…

Honouring Fridays: February 13th, 2009

This week has flown by!  Much of it was spent in a planning session for VSO Nepal’s Education Program which gave me a great overview of where we have been and where we are going.  The incredible focus on analysis, evidence, and rigorous reporting structures was a suprise (although it shouldn’t have been) as we are accountable to DFID (British equivalent to Canadian International Development Agency in Canada).  But I had forgotten how rigourous all that reporting could be…need to keep those ducks in a row!

  • Health. We recently had some sad news that the mom of one of my good volunteer friends here may have cancer. It shakes up reality beyond belief and I think has really reminded us all just how far away we are.  We don’t feel far away most of the time thanks to Skype, Facebook, and MSN Messenger.  But when these types of life events happen it can feel like another planet.  The diagnosis comes out this afternoon so we are all waiting nervously…I am so thankful that people I care about are healthy…please, please stay that way!
  • The colour red. An important colour in Hindu culture and often a key signifier of marriage here in Nepal.  Red lugaa (clothes), red churri (bracelets), and red tikas (religious symbols placed on the forhead) symbolize that the woman is married.  I have started wearing red sparkly bangles (so unlike me, I know) to indicate my status.  It is amazing what a pair of red bangles can do…significant decrease in men chatting me up!
  • My friendly taxi cab cluster. So every morning and afternoon I walk for about 15 minutes between work and the bus stop.  And at a particular corner is always a crowd of taxi cabs.  The first few times they would ask me if I want a taxi (because I am white almost every taxi asks me everywhere).  My response “chaindaina” which means “no, thanks, I don’t need/want one”.  They laughed and laughed, enjoying that I spoke Nepali.  It has now turned into a game…they know I don’t want a taxi but still take great pleasure in shouting out “Taxi madame?” twice every day, knowing I will say no.  They have also become a wonderfully regular and familiar part of my journey and I actually look forward to testing out new ways of saying now (Arko patak = another time, bholi bihanna hola = tomorrow morning maybe, or Ma hidera janne mon par cha = I like going by foot).  So nice to feel like you are part of a community in some small way.
  • Cheese. So, I have a confession.  There is a dairy about 10 minutes from my house that sells cheese.  And I buy it.  And I eat it.  And I love it.  Paneer, mozarella cheese, kanchan cheese (sort of like a sour gouda), even yak cheese…the meltier, squidgier, the better.  I have even taken to having grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast!  I can’t get enough of the stuff…when one can even put it in curry (palak paneer anyone?) I think it is possibly the most multi-purpose thing ever.  Although, what can one not put in curry really…?  Perhaps it is curry I should be grateful for!

Honouring Fridays: February 6th, 2009

It has been a long week – we are gearing up for a program analysis workshop happening Monday to Wednesday next week and since we are all new here in the Education Program office, I am pitching in to help where I can – we are sort of fumbling through it all together which is pretty comedic really.   And yet in all the rush, I am celebrating the feeling of being productive and useful again – I forgot how good it feels to be useful.

  • Silence.  Kathmandu is a city full of noise.  There is rarely that deep and unending silence that one can sometimes find deep in the forest or even the kind of silence that one finds at the ocean – the waves and seagulls become a sort of white noise.  BUT, in the misty early morning as families wake and give “puja” to the gods there is a stillness that almost resembles silence.  I sleep through the best silence most days since it appears fleetingly between 5am – 6am.  But if one is lucky enough to catch it, it would be easy to understand why people in Nepal wake so early – the gods are present in the silence.
  • Transgender choirs. So last week I was grateful for diversity and this week I am grateful that I was able to be present at the first performance of Nepal’s first transgender choir (perhaps the first in much of the world too?).  It was a great show and I discovered that one of the offices for the Blue Diamond Society is actually in a small building in my back yard…a truly small world!  Needless to say, this week I was inspired by all the voices I heard in the choir.
  • Gas. No, not the human kind, but the cooking kind.  We are now the proud “owners” of two large red gas cylinders which dutifully cook our food on the two-gas burner stove and heat our water for showers.  They are cumbersome, heavy, ugly, and dirty things but we love them for the freedom they provide – we can finally cook our own dinners!
  • The Department of Education in Nepal. This week I attended my first meeting in the Department, along with about 20 other Nepali individuals from various INGOs, NGOs, and the government.  It was just the most amazing thing to see – the politics, the subtle power dynamics, the personalities, the cultural rituals.  The important government officials came and went throughout the meeting – particularly when things got sticky and they were being called to task on some of the programming choices – enrolling students who are not retained in the school system instead of working on student-teacher ratios or providing free textbooks to students – they simply stood up, walked into a side office, and shut the door.  There was much banging of fists, agenda pushing, and advocating for various causes, all happening throughout the official meeting – cell phones ringing, people coming in and out, Nepali insults flying (at least I think that is what happened, as it was all in Nepali – I think I caught most of it!).  Fantastic fun and a great introduction to the nature of government meetings – I have to say I throroughly enjoyed it and look forward to the next showing.

Honouring Fridays: January 30th, 2009

Again a moment of gratitude for Friday!  This weekend we are moving into our new apartment and eagerly anticipating the first night in our new place…internet has already been installed and mattress and bed will be waiting when we arrive…what more does one need!

  • Networks.  These are a foundation of Nepali society, emphasizing the importance of relationships as a means to just about anything – employment, favours, good deals, food, friendship, love…everything is based on the relationship that the individuals share.  Nowhere has this been more apparent than in our quest to find and furnish our apartment.  Any Nepali we know has been burning up the phone lines trying to find us the best deals on furniture, source some hand-me-downs, or get a recommendation from a friend who absolutely knows how to find the best mattress.  I am amazed and awed by the outpouring of support – we are very well taken care of by all our Nepali friends and acquaintances.
  • Fair trade shops. There are so many brightly coloured stalls and shops flogging a wide array of Nepali crafts.  But the reality is that most are not actually Nepali made, nor are those who make them receiving a fair wage that would cover basic living costs.  Enter Mahaguthi and Dhukuti, two fabulous shops that are dedicated to supporting marginalized populations, particularly women, and local artisans.  My kitchen has already requested a set of plates and mugs in bright Nepali colours…how can I refuse my kitchen!
  • Buff. It sounds dirty, but isn’t.  Buff is the common short form for buffalo meat which is very common in Nepal.  Since cows are sacred in Hindu religion there is very little consumption of beef (some of the ethnic groups do eat beef and traditionally some of the lower castes also ate beef, mainly because they were the only castes permitted to kill cows and work with leather, but it was considered very wrong by the Hindu religion resulting in marginalization by the upper castes).  Buff tastes a lot like beef but is much leaner and is a delicious in fried rice, as a stuffing for paratha (kind of like a quesadilla but filled with various curried meats or veggies), or as a filling for momos (almost exactly like a gyoza or dumpling but again filled with curry flavours).
  • Diversity.  This weekend we have been invited to attend a performance by the LGBTI community in Kathmandu – a group of transgender Nepalis singing with a Dutch trio called Posie & the Fags”.  I am so looking forward to it 🙂  I only wish I had brought with me my “Yay for Gay” t-shirt which is packed into a box somewhere at home!  One of the volunteers who works with VSO works with the Blue Diamond Society which supports the development and advocacy of the LGBTI community in Nepal.  A fantastic organization which works right next door to our new apartment.

Honouring Fridays: January 23rd, 2009

Fridays seem like good days for reflection.  They are filled with the potential of the upcoming weekend, informed by a week of learning, and harbour just the slightest innate wildness that I think make them more exciting than other days of the week.  No, Fridays are not ordinary, plain or bland…and they deserve our attention.  To honour Fridays, I would like to now begin my regular and weekly installment of gratitude…this week, things I am grateful for include:

  • Well-written policy documents and reports. After slogging through too many long and tedious government reports, I have a profound and accute appreciation for clean, simple, and fresh writing.  To anyone who can infuse policy documents with such energy, I salute you!
  • Mah-jong. I had no idea that this incredibly old tile game was so much fun!  I have taken to playing a digital version on my laptop when we are without power and immensely enjoy it.  Now if only I could get my hands on a real set of tiles and a group of friends to play with…
  • Purna. Purna is a lovely Nepali man that we were connected with this week who is showing us around to apartments in Kathmandu.  He seems to know everyone in our neighbourhood and has just the most wonderful energy.  He stands only 5 feet tall, smokes like a chimney, and is a retired high-altitude guide.  Without him, our quest for a Kathmandu apartment would be completely lost.
  • Avocado. Today I had this lovely achaar (kind of like a chutney or pickle or sauce that comes in many different flavours) that was a cilantro, onion, red chili, tomato, and avocado base.  Amazing.  Avacado, Nepali-style.  I have new appreciation for the green fruit.

Gratitude

Today, in light of it being a Friday and the weekend nearly arrived, I felt the need to shake my fears and frustrations from my head with the ever sobering and inspiring tonic of gratitude.  Remind myself of the wonderful little things that make my days bright and worthwhile…

  • Tea, an essential part of socializing here but also such a comfort at any time of day.
  • Woolly socks, warm, cozy, and friendly…best when stuffed into even warmer woolly slippers to realize their full potential for heart warming warmth.
  • Almonds, protein rich and portable…savoury or sweet?  Doesn’t matter…tasty anytime of day.
  • Maps, like little windows into a world…they almost never paint the most accurate picture of the place but are such neat and tidy renditions of what is usually much more chaotic.
  • Flexibility, both in the muscle stretching, elastic body kind of way, but also in the ease of mind that comes with simply letting things flow.