Wednesday,
This morning, I went down to Tusal to check on our little new arrivals. They all looked so much better, having had two good nights, food and bath. I spent some time with them and then photographed each one for the sponsorships information. When I arrive at the gate of Tusal, I get attacked from every quarter. They are all hugging, kissing, their big brown eyes looking up. Some of the older girls who were in my our sewing class last time, almost knock me off my feet. Then we all stand there like big dills because we can't talk to each other. It is very frustrating for me (who loves to talk), but there is plenty of love in the air. Grahame had a maddening day trying to get the graphic designer to get our brochures right. Lots of mistakes each time but finally it seems to be coming together, at long last. They graphics on the tea box is great. We also have a design for the side of our little van when we come home, as Grahame will be the local delivery boy. As the teachers had a very busy day marking papers before they continue training, we have the afternoon off so took Viv into Thamel, which is the tourist part of Kathmandu. It is a maze of narrow streets, lined on each side with tiny little shops selling clothes, scarves, jewellery,trekking gear, kids clothes and toys, moneychangers; all manner of interesting things. Grahame was with Raju somewhere, so the 4 ladies headed off for some shopping therapy. Everyone had a "special price for you, lady". Over the time we have been here we have made friendships with shopkeepers, and also some of the staff in the big supermarket and there are lots of smiles, each time we return. We had a meal at the Garden of Dreams. It is a beautiful place hidden behind a brick wall. When we step off the street, with all the dirt, beggars, rickshaws,honking taxis, street sellers following us down the street trying to sell us something; it is such a peaceful place. Lovely gardens, big fish pond, a fountain and lovely meals. It used to be the private residence of some General in the Army in days gone by. It was left derelict, but has been restored and it is out little place of escape once in a while. Grahame and Raju are off to India tomorrow. They are investigating Bio gas systems. They will see the factory and some systems operating. We can use these at the hostel on the septic system, to generate electricity and also out on the Slum river , where the girls come from, to provide electricity for the families there. Grahame has some plans to try to provide better employment opportunities for the men and boys of that area. We are heading out to Surkhet on the 9th until 20th for another lot of training for teachers who will be in our next school up there. We are also hoping to set one up on the Slum River as there is already a government school, and they are quite happy for us to take it over and put our teachers in. We want to help the boys from that region also, not just the girls. If the culture can change with these children growing up, it will be a better future for everyone. Robyn
This morning, I went down to Tusal to check on our little new arrivals. They all looked so much better, having had two good nights, food and bath. I spent some time with them and then photographed each one for the sponsorships information. When I arrive at the gate of Tusal, I get attacked from every quarter. They are all hugging, kissing, their big brown eyes looking up. Some of the older girls who were in my our sewing class last time, almost knock me off my feet. Then we all stand there like big dills because we can't talk to each other. It is very frustrating for me (who loves to talk), but there is plenty of love in the air. Grahame had a maddening day trying to get the graphic designer to get our brochures right. Lots of mistakes each time but finally it seems to be coming together, at long last. They graphics on the tea box is great. We also have a design for the side of our little van when we come home, as Grahame will be the local delivery boy. As the teachers had a very busy day marking papers before they continue training, we have the afternoon off so took Viv into Thamel, which is the tourist part of Kathmandu. It is a maze of narrow streets, lined on each side with tiny little shops selling clothes, scarves, jewellery,trekking gear, kids clothes and toys, moneychangers; all manner of interesting things. Grahame was with Raju somewhere, so the 4 ladies headed off for some shopping therapy. Everyone had a "special price for you, lady". Over the time we have been here we have made friendships with shopkeepers, and also some of the staff in the big supermarket and there are lots of smiles, each time we return. We had a meal at the Garden of Dreams. It is a beautiful place hidden behind a brick wall. When we step off the street, with all the dirt, beggars, rickshaws,honking taxis, street sellers following us down the street trying to sell us something; it is such a peaceful place. Lovely gardens, big fish pond, a fountain and lovely meals. It used to be the private residence of some General in the Army in days gone by. It was left derelict, but has been restored and it is out little place of escape once in a while. Grahame and Raju are off to India tomorrow. They are investigating Bio gas systems. They will see the factory and some systems operating. We can use these at the hostel on the septic system, to generate electricity and also out on the Slum river , where the girls come from, to provide electricity for the families there. Grahame has some plans to try to provide better employment opportunities for the men and boys of that area. We are heading out to Surkhet on the 9th until 20th for another lot of training for teachers who will be in our next school up there. We are also hoping to set one up on the Slum River as there is already a government school, and they are quite happy for us to take it over and put our teachers in. We want to help the boys from that region also, not just the girls. If the culture can change with these children growing up, it will be a better future for everyone. Robyn
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