I think I'm becoming nocturnal, if I wasn't always so. My mother fondly recalls my early years as an infant. Not really. I had somehow decided that I functioned in Eastern Standard Time rather than the China time I was born in. This meant that I slept like a dead log through the day and stayed up crying from dusk until dawn. I went through five nannies. I guess I am a creature of the night.
This is the fifth night I am up late doing at least 8 or 9 different things. I got into this bad cycle after Bangkok, where I found out aside from the Royal Palace, Pat"Pong" night market, and Muay Thai boxing, which I did in one of our five days there, there wasn't much else I felt like except loitering in shiny shopping malls. I were templed-out, monumented-out, night market-ed out, and after a crap experience at Bangkok's most esteemed thai-food institution, even Thai food-ed out. With all of nothing to lure me out of bed in the mornings, I slept until all ungodly hours of the day, yelling at cleaning ladies to ignore my sheets as I was happy in my undisturbed filth, ending up in a competition with myself to see how late I can stay up.
I won with 5 am two nights ago at the Shenzhen airport. I seem to be eternally condemned to catching shit flights that arrive past midnight and connect at six am the next day. I am then so lazy to find a hotel for four hours that I just sit on a filthy bench and wait it out. But I really love the night. Nobody engages me in useless conversations that I cannot wait to get out of, the sun doesn't beckon me into the outdoors, which I love, really, and even the spam in my inbox shuffles in at less frequent intervals. And since I'm one of those people who obsessively check my email for any flicker of movement, that means less distractions.
There. I just completed the daunting task of 'editing' my Facebook "Connections" list. I like how Facebook named it that rather than "Authentic Lifelong Friends", apparently they know what they're dealing with. My connections were getting out of hand, so I just whittled it down by about 700. Besides, I think FB is phasing out, we're going in the direction of multi-platform communication. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds about right. Twitter's the way of the world, and by that declaration I'm not a citizen of the world because China's banned it as of now. Google wave is the way of the future, and it's probably a good thing Microsoft didn't spend a gazillion dollars buying FB out.
Speaking of gazillion, I am overwhelmed with all the activities I have on my plate. Good overwhelmed, not the other kind. I am developing a food tour in Shanghai, so am reading up all I can on the city's back alleys, see-and-be-seen venues, hidden gems, long-standing institutions, traditions and trends. Adlyn has created a monster spreadsheet of tasks for me to complete this month. I said I wanted to work on everything she could hand me, but even for me this is a challenge.
Hias Gourmet work is only a part of the personal goals I want to accomplish this month. I already have an eternally growing pile of books beside my bed that I WILL read by this month. I am on a lounge/mood music binge, so that means I just spent 3 hours ripping 20 cds onto my ipod, listening to them from morning until night. I go to sleep with sweet dreams of Stephane Pompougnac and I in the infamous Hotel Costes. In addition to the vast food literature I'm tackling, I re-caught the lit bug after reading Steinbeck's East of Eden. I need more greats! Give me major Fitzgerald, none of that minor stuff!
I am still working on all my vacay photos. I have set myself realistic goals however, of one city a day, in the order that they occur, and have labelled and organized all my photos in detail for this express purpose. I have just finished sorting through the last week in Beijing. Why the f couldn't god have made the days 50 hours long? That way I may have a chance at completing a respectable fraction of my tasks.
Anywhoo. I think I'm going to enter a photo competition. The grand prize is a ten day trip for one through the safaris of Tanzania. It is my personal goal to win this prize. Maybe if I write it out on the internet for the world to see, I'd feel completely committed, and it will help me in my endeavor. Godspeed to myself.
I have just gone brain dead. It is 4 am. I have to go to sleep now before the light of dawn turns me into a werewolf.
Friedens -the pseudo german term my friend has coined for peace
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7.23.2009
1.12.2009
fresh laundry et al
I'm not exactly the poster child for stringent personal hygiene, being known to rely on antibacterial Fabreeze to air out my sheets in college because I a) was too lazy to walk down three flights of stairs to the coin slot washing machines and b) could think of a better use for three dollars.
But even I found my lack of hygiene over the last month if not disturbing, slightly err disconcerting. I brought some ratty clothes knowing I was going to be bumming around, and they saw some heavy rotations. And just because I know you, dear reader, seek juicy uncensored front-line detail, the orphanage had no hot water and I did not take a shower proper for two weeks save for select body parts that I braved the cold water for periodically. You laugh now in appalled admiration but honest to god that's the Nepali way! I couldn't chince out if I wanted to live like a local now could I.
Surprisingly when I left the city and went trekking in remote mountain villages, every guest house had solar operated hot showers. Soap and shampoo were my gods and I showered religiously. I learned never to take hot water for granted again.
I am now in Singapore! Touched down last night and spent some quality time with the famalam. Its been six months since I last saw them and you could say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. I think they'd sufficiently forgotten all my flaws in the meantime and for now I'm like the prodigal son who's come home. I LOVE BEING AT HOME. I havn't felt so relaxed in god knows how long. Being alone for so long now, I'm always looking over my shoulder, but at home its like someone's always got your back. My mom offered to do my laundry. HUMANA HUMANA. And I got a mindboggling variety of home cooked food for dinner. Actually, I just raided their fridge and took a bite of everything as per my rat nibbler style. Caught in the act of gluttony with my filthy clothes I looked like one of those malnourished kids in a third world infomercial, minus the cuteness.
Since I last left you, SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED.
Chitwan was a great spur of moment decision. To think I was almost going to miss it. I took an eight hour bus the morning after my last post and arrived at the bus terminal exhausted from being cramped in a seat pushed so far into the front window I had to hug my legs the entire ride. When we got there, all the tourists got MAULED, I mean STAMPEDED on by taxi drivers pushing their affiliated resort fliers into our faces. I can usually handle high level stress but that was too much. I eventually learned the trick is to say you already booked a hotel, and then they couldn't scatter away faster. I eventually made it to town, and was set on shoestringing by the next two days after having done all my research. But the stress got to me and my legs still ached from the trek, and when a hotel manager presented me with a packaged tour that promised to take care of everything, I decided to screw it all and splurge. It ended up being a great time, and not worrying and planning was a bonus. I went on a canoe ride, a jungle walk, an ELEPHANT SAFARI, watched Tharu culture dancing, and got VIP treatment as one of like two guests at this huge, gorgeous resort since its low season.
The only negative thing I can think of the entire trip was my walking guide, who I swear got more and more crazy as the tour went on. It started with him repeatedly asking me questions about the exact date of my supposed impending wedding and what nationality the groom will be. Mind you there's nothing wrong with that, as Nepali, along with many other cultures, are very concerned with marriage. Almost everyone I've met has asked me for my take on marriage in some form. But he engaged in quite obnoxious discussion about the virtues of a male dominated society and Nepal's superiority to the developed world. Repeating each point like a broken record. I started suspecting something may be off when he would ask the same question for the fifth time when my answers were pretty clear, oh and when he started walking funny and talking to himself in Nepali, shaking his head and waving his hands in a way that screamed craaaaazy. I tried to get out of the jungle as fast as possible.
The elephant safari was incredible though. Not exactly a comfortable ride, but it was awesome to see so far into the jungle. We saw the endangered rhino, spotted dear, peacocks, and crocodiles, all in the most natural habitat I've ever seen. The national park almost looked untouched by man. The land on all four sides was vast expanses of flat plains. After being holed up in the shadow of the highest mountains in the world, this was quite refreshing. I'm amazed in a country as small as Nepal that the terrain can differ so drastically from alpine to tropical in little more than 150 km distance. Pictures to follow.
On friday I returned to Kathmandu, and went to the office of The Last Resort, a company that specializes in bungee jumping and canyoning in Nepal. I was experiencing a serious lapse of sanity, and wanted to pay them 100 Euro to jump off a bridge 200m high and canyon- something I didn't even know the meaning of. The next morning I got up at 5 to be bussed three hours away to a resort close to the Tibet border. The first thing we all had to do was walk across the bridge of death to the resort itself. That is where I realized the severity of the situation. You, want me, to jump off this, into... that. All I could see was mountain, canyon, cliff, jagged rocks, and roaring rivers crashing into them. I also realized how high two hundred meters was. This is no funny business, at the world's third highest bungee jump. I died a little right there.
But first was canyoning. There were five of us, three Aussies, an English girl and me. There was a Nepali man at first too, but he proceeded to drop out from cold feet before we got to the first waterfall. Always a good sign. We put on wet suits and climbed up to our first waterfall. I still had no idea what we were doing. Two others had canyoned before, and the other two I think at least knew what abseiling was. But not I. English as a second language people, I didn't get where I am today learning extreme sport vocabulary in school. When I realized that what we were doing was actually WALKING down seven waterfalls at a 90 degree angle to the cliff face, there was no turning back. We were harnessed and basically let ourselves down the waterfall by releasing rope in much the same way as lowering oneself from rock climbing, except you're getting a nice cold shower too. It was slippery and more work than I imagined, especially on the last waterfall that was 45m high. But it was great fun and exercise to boot.
The highlight of the day would have to be the bungee jump. Everyone in the world needs to do a bungee jump. It was the single most face ripping brain exploding thing in my life so far. I wisely chose to eat lunch right before the jump, that was a sarcastic statement, but don't worry there is no fertilzation story to be told here. There were only two of us doing the bungee jump and our fellow canyoners patted us on the back and watched from afar in admiration of our blind fearlessness. More like blind stupidity. They closed off the bridge and we waited with an eerie silence in the canyon. But of course every time I snapped out of my delirious state I couldn't ignore the perilous depth below and the rocks that I imagined chopping my flesh and offering it to the eagles. They say sky diving is a million times easier because the sea of clouds looks almost surreal and you have less apprehension about jumping out. But there's no way I could ignore the natural weapons of human destruction all around me. I was so out of it I didn't even notice the guy strapping and harnessing my ankles. They could have led me out on the platform with nothing on and I wouldn't have known any better. They instructed me to propell myself off the platform and do a swimmer's dive head first into the mountain air. I'm like dude I'm afraid of diving into a 10 ft pool. You will not be getting any artistry from me.
After two failed attempts to jump, I realized I had no choice. There was no way I could walk off this bridge as that would be against my principles. I am no coward! So I feebly stretched out my arms and. Dropped. I am not going to describe what the next few seconds were like, because there are simply no words. You'll just have to try it and see for yourself. I'll just say that if you are like me and have had the somewhat sadistic and self-deprecating curiosity of what jumping off a 50 storey building is like, you will be quite satisfied. Minus the inconvenient death part. I was so shook it still plays in my mind sometimes. My only regret is my pansy jump. They told me what I did was a bungee fall, and that's quite embarassing. lol if there is a next time, I promise to do a Michael Phelps worthy flip and dive fo sho.
Tomorrow I will begin a major catchup series of photos from Nepal, followed by Singapore, which I'm really quite fascinated by.
But even I found my lack of hygiene over the last month if not disturbing, slightly err disconcerting. I brought some ratty clothes knowing I was going to be bumming around, and they saw some heavy rotations. And just because I know you, dear reader, seek juicy uncensored front-line detail, the orphanage had no hot water and I did not take a shower proper for two weeks save for select body parts that I braved the cold water for periodically. You laugh now in appalled admiration but honest to god that's the Nepali way! I couldn't chince out if I wanted to live like a local now could I.
Surprisingly when I left the city and went trekking in remote mountain villages, every guest house had solar operated hot showers. Soap and shampoo were my gods and I showered religiously. I learned never to take hot water for granted again.
I am now in Singapore! Touched down last night and spent some quality time with the famalam. Its been six months since I last saw them and you could say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. I think they'd sufficiently forgotten all my flaws in the meantime and for now I'm like the prodigal son who's come home. I LOVE BEING AT HOME. I havn't felt so relaxed in god knows how long. Being alone for so long now, I'm always looking over my shoulder, but at home its like someone's always got your back. My mom offered to do my laundry. HUMANA HUMANA. And I got a mindboggling variety of home cooked food for dinner. Actually, I just raided their fridge and took a bite of everything as per my rat nibbler style. Caught in the act of gluttony with my filthy clothes I looked like one of those malnourished kids in a third world infomercial, minus the cuteness.
Since I last left you, SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED.
Chitwan was a great spur of moment decision. To think I was almost going to miss it. I took an eight hour bus the morning after my last post and arrived at the bus terminal exhausted from being cramped in a seat pushed so far into the front window I had to hug my legs the entire ride. When we got there, all the tourists got MAULED, I mean STAMPEDED on by taxi drivers pushing their affiliated resort fliers into our faces. I can usually handle high level stress but that was too much. I eventually learned the trick is to say you already booked a hotel, and then they couldn't scatter away faster. I eventually made it to town, and was set on shoestringing by the next two days after having done all my research. But the stress got to me and my legs still ached from the trek, and when a hotel manager presented me with a packaged tour that promised to take care of everything, I decided to screw it all and splurge. It ended up being a great time, and not worrying and planning was a bonus. I went on a canoe ride, a jungle walk, an ELEPHANT SAFARI, watched Tharu culture dancing, and got VIP treatment as one of like two guests at this huge, gorgeous resort since its low season.
The only negative thing I can think of the entire trip was my walking guide, who I swear got more and more crazy as the tour went on. It started with him repeatedly asking me questions about the exact date of my supposed impending wedding and what nationality the groom will be. Mind you there's nothing wrong with that, as Nepali, along with many other cultures, are very concerned with marriage. Almost everyone I've met has asked me for my take on marriage in some form. But he engaged in quite obnoxious discussion about the virtues of a male dominated society and Nepal's superiority to the developed world. Repeating each point like a broken record. I started suspecting something may be off when he would ask the same question for the fifth time when my answers were pretty clear, oh and when he started walking funny and talking to himself in Nepali, shaking his head and waving his hands in a way that screamed craaaaazy. I tried to get out of the jungle as fast as possible.
The elephant safari was incredible though. Not exactly a comfortable ride, but it was awesome to see so far into the jungle. We saw the endangered rhino, spotted dear, peacocks, and crocodiles, all in the most natural habitat I've ever seen. The national park almost looked untouched by man. The land on all four sides was vast expanses of flat plains. After being holed up in the shadow of the highest mountains in the world, this was quite refreshing. I'm amazed in a country as small as Nepal that the terrain can differ so drastically from alpine to tropical in little more than 150 km distance. Pictures to follow.
On friday I returned to Kathmandu, and went to the office of The Last Resort, a company that specializes in bungee jumping and canyoning in Nepal. I was experiencing a serious lapse of sanity, and wanted to pay them 100 Euro to jump off a bridge 200m high and canyon- something I didn't even know the meaning of. The next morning I got up at 5 to be bussed three hours away to a resort close to the Tibet border. The first thing we all had to do was walk across the bridge of death to the resort itself. That is where I realized the severity of the situation. You, want me, to jump off this, into... that. All I could see was mountain, canyon, cliff, jagged rocks, and roaring rivers crashing into them. I also realized how high two hundred meters was. This is no funny business, at the world's third highest bungee jump. I died a little right there.
But first was canyoning. There were five of us, three Aussies, an English girl and me. There was a Nepali man at first too, but he proceeded to drop out from cold feet before we got to the first waterfall. Always a good sign. We put on wet suits and climbed up to our first waterfall. I still had no idea what we were doing. Two others had canyoned before, and the other two I think at least knew what abseiling was. But not I. English as a second language people, I didn't get where I am today learning extreme sport vocabulary in school. When I realized that what we were doing was actually WALKING down seven waterfalls at a 90 degree angle to the cliff face, there was no turning back. We were harnessed and basically let ourselves down the waterfall by releasing rope in much the same way as lowering oneself from rock climbing, except you're getting a nice cold shower too. It was slippery and more work than I imagined, especially on the last waterfall that was 45m high. But it was great fun and exercise to boot.
The highlight of the day would have to be the bungee jump. Everyone in the world needs to do a bungee jump. It was the single most face ripping brain exploding thing in my life so far. I wisely chose to eat lunch right before the jump, that was a sarcastic statement, but don't worry there is no fertilzation story to be told here. There were only two of us doing the bungee jump and our fellow canyoners patted us on the back and watched from afar in admiration of our blind fearlessness. More like blind stupidity. They closed off the bridge and we waited with an eerie silence in the canyon. But of course every time I snapped out of my delirious state I couldn't ignore the perilous depth below and the rocks that I imagined chopping my flesh and offering it to the eagles. They say sky diving is a million times easier because the sea of clouds looks almost surreal and you have less apprehension about jumping out. But there's no way I could ignore the natural weapons of human destruction all around me. I was so out of it I didn't even notice the guy strapping and harnessing my ankles. They could have led me out on the platform with nothing on and I wouldn't have known any better. They instructed me to propell myself off the platform and do a swimmer's dive head first into the mountain air. I'm like dude I'm afraid of diving into a 10 ft pool. You will not be getting any artistry from me.
After two failed attempts to jump, I realized I had no choice. There was no way I could walk off this bridge as that would be against my principles. I am no coward! So I feebly stretched out my arms and. Dropped. I am not going to describe what the next few seconds were like, because there are simply no words. You'll just have to try it and see for yourself. I'll just say that if you are like me and have had the somewhat sadistic and self-deprecating curiosity of what jumping off a 50 storey building is like, you will be quite satisfied. Minus the inconvenient death part. I was so shook it still plays in my mind sometimes. My only regret is my pansy jump. They told me what I did was a bungee fall, and that's quite embarassing. lol if there is a next time, I promise to do a Michael Phelps worthy flip and dive fo sho.
Tomorrow I will begin a major catchup series of photos from Nepal, followed by Singapore, which I'm really quite fascinated by.
12.27.2008
flying high
So they told me not to eat before paragliding I probably should have listened.
Today was a beautiful day for flying, blue skies, bright sun and bits of white fluffy clouds here and there. I headed up Sarangkot hill on a jeep with the pilots for my tandem flight this morning at 9.30. Was supposed to go yesterday and came to Lakeside for a day off from the kids. But it was cloudy and I loafted by Phewa lake all afternoon waiting for the clouds to clear, and stayed the night in a guest house.
Paragliding is insane. I was brought up to a landing at the top of a hill, got strapped and harnessed to a pilot, and instructed to literally run off the side of the hill into the depths of the forests below. I was fearless in the jeep going up but when told to run off a cliff I definitely got a little queazy. Once we jumped off, we were immediately lifted up by strong winds into the sky and I was able to lift up my legs and sit on a nice little seat I was harnessed to. The vantage point was spectacular, there were eagles flying circles around us and I looked down on the lake and across to the Annapurna ranges just like one of them. It was freezing though, and a bit turbulent, with the pilot pulling unexpected turns and after about ten minutes I was definitely feeling my breakfast coming up lol. I toughed it out until almost the end, and then.. the poor villagers, I feel badly for them. They get a shower of people's meals three times a day. lol sorry if you're grossed out, it is what it is. hah an omlette to be exact.
Anyways, now that you're all hungry for more, lets talk about Christmas. The kids and I had a great time! The kids went to bed on Christmas eve, vowing to wake up at 1 am to catch Santa in the act. I cannot tell you how many times they asked me, "Didi, Santa will come yes?" and the older ones narrowing their eyes suspiciously at me "Didi, I think YOU are Santa, yes?" When they got up in the morning, dismayed that they did not wake up to see him, they rushed up to the roof and shouted with glee to discover packages with their names on them.
I fed them so much nutella, cookies, jelly beans, and chocolate they all felt sick after. Lol, excess or nothing right? Yup that's my motto. We opened presents, and read eachother's warm fuzzies. I got one with Sujeena, one of the older kids. "Jenny Didi, I like you because: 1. You are cute. Your hair is nice. 2. You are kind to everyone 3. You help others in need." It was touching. I've felt that this was one big family so far, at times questioning if the kids even realize their unique disposition in life, without the basic tenets of life that we all take for granted; the love of a mother and father. The note reminded me that they are quite aware. And just because they are seemingly oblivious in the simple joys they take in everyday life, does not mean they are blissfully ignorant. They are just that much more appreciative.
We were blessed with gorgeous weather on Christmas day and packed up a massive meal of pasta I cooked up for a picnic at Mahendrapul Cave nearby. It was my first experience cooking for an army. A small army of nine but oh can they ever eat. Its funny that when I was at home, I was all big on the lo-carb diet, defying my motherland in refusing rice at every meal. Here all I eat is rice and potatoes, three times a day, and yet I'm thinner than I ever was in Canada.
At night we watched Inside Man on the movie network until the power cut at around 9. Here in Nepal, the government rules that the power must be cut for a set amount of time every week, divided into four hour increments throughout the day, varying from region to region. What is ironic is that Nepal is the home to the world's second largest quantity of hydro electric resources, but simply has no infrastructure to collect it and transform it into actual power. The resulting power shortage coupled with political instability means that the citizens suffer. When I first arrived in Kathmandu, it was 8 hours a day of mandatory powercuts. By the second week, it was 10. Starting tomorrow it will be 12 hours. TWELVE HOURS! Oh and the government also likes to declare holidays on a whim, printing the date in the national newspaper, sometimes with just one week notice. Now that I wouldn't mind so much.
Here are some of the pictures from Christmas and my paragdliding adventure. Am trying to upload the video on youtube but its not working :(
Kalpana, 8, the tomboy of the bunch! love her.
Usha, 8, she's just a darling, the most affectionate one.
He really is like a monkey!
The rest of them are camera shy so I dont have too many of them. Here's a group shot
There was a batcave. Ohgod they looked like upside down rats with wings.
Phewa lake at sunset
In the air!
Birds eye view
Today was a beautiful day for flying, blue skies, bright sun and bits of white fluffy clouds here and there. I headed up Sarangkot hill on a jeep with the pilots for my tandem flight this morning at 9.30. Was supposed to go yesterday and came to Lakeside for a day off from the kids. But it was cloudy and I loafted by Phewa lake all afternoon waiting for the clouds to clear, and stayed the night in a guest house.
Paragliding is insane. I was brought up to a landing at the top of a hill, got strapped and harnessed to a pilot, and instructed to literally run off the side of the hill into the depths of the forests below. I was fearless in the jeep going up but when told to run off a cliff I definitely got a little queazy. Once we jumped off, we were immediately lifted up by strong winds into the sky and I was able to lift up my legs and sit on a nice little seat I was harnessed to. The vantage point was spectacular, there were eagles flying circles around us and I looked down on the lake and across to the Annapurna ranges just like one of them. It was freezing though, and a bit turbulent, with the pilot pulling unexpected turns and after about ten minutes I was definitely feeling my breakfast coming up lol. I toughed it out until almost the end, and then.. the poor villagers, I feel badly for them. They get a shower of people's meals three times a day. lol sorry if you're grossed out, it is what it is. hah an omlette to be exact.
Anyways, now that you're all hungry for more, lets talk about Christmas. The kids and I had a great time! The kids went to bed on Christmas eve, vowing to wake up at 1 am to catch Santa in the act. I cannot tell you how many times they asked me, "Didi, Santa will come yes?" and the older ones narrowing their eyes suspiciously at me "Didi, I think YOU are Santa, yes?" When they got up in the morning, dismayed that they did not wake up to see him, they rushed up to the roof and shouted with glee to discover packages with their names on them.
I fed them so much nutella, cookies, jelly beans, and chocolate they all felt sick after. Lol, excess or nothing right? Yup that's my motto. We opened presents, and read eachother's warm fuzzies. I got one with Sujeena, one of the older kids. "Jenny Didi, I like you because: 1. You are cute. Your hair is nice. 2. You are kind to everyone 3. You help others in need." It was touching. I've felt that this was one big family so far, at times questioning if the kids even realize their unique disposition in life, without the basic tenets of life that we all take for granted; the love of a mother and father. The note reminded me that they are quite aware. And just because they are seemingly oblivious in the simple joys they take in everyday life, does not mean they are blissfully ignorant. They are just that much more appreciative.
We were blessed with gorgeous weather on Christmas day and packed up a massive meal of pasta I cooked up for a picnic at Mahendrapul Cave nearby. It was my first experience cooking for an army. A small army of nine but oh can they ever eat. Its funny that when I was at home, I was all big on the lo-carb diet, defying my motherland in refusing rice at every meal. Here all I eat is rice and potatoes, three times a day, and yet I'm thinner than I ever was in Canada.
At night we watched Inside Man on the movie network until the power cut at around 9. Here in Nepal, the government rules that the power must be cut for a set amount of time every week, divided into four hour increments throughout the day, varying from region to region. What is ironic is that Nepal is the home to the world's second largest quantity of hydro electric resources, but simply has no infrastructure to collect it and transform it into actual power. The resulting power shortage coupled with political instability means that the citizens suffer. When I first arrived in Kathmandu, it was 8 hours a day of mandatory powercuts. By the second week, it was 10. Starting tomorrow it will be 12 hours. TWELVE HOURS! Oh and the government also likes to declare holidays on a whim, printing the date in the national newspaper, sometimes with just one week notice. Now that I wouldn't mind so much.
Here are some of the pictures from Christmas and my paragdliding adventure. Am trying to upload the video on youtube but its not working :(
Kalpana, 8, the tomboy of the bunch! love her.
Usha, 8, she's just a darling, the most affectionate one.
He really is like a monkey!
The rest of them are camera shy so I dont have too many of them. Here's a group shot
There was a batcave. Ohgod they looked like upside down rats with wings.
Phewa lake at sunset
In the air!
Birds eye view
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