Friday 24th, it is sad to leave the mountains (they call them hills, mountains are the Himalayas) to go to the delirium of Kathmandu, but I have to train Asim and Bicky who are in charge of providing the volunteers with classroom survival tips, since most of the volunteers, although native speakers, have never faced a classroom in their lives.
The big city makes a bigger impact on me coming from Dhulikhel than it did on my arrival. I write on the field note book :
Neo hippies
Middle-aged new agers
Young Americans on a gap year
Fortune-cookie yoga addict vegans that stay too long
Tourists camera in hand that stay too short
Street salesmen
Shop keepers
Soldiers
Rickshaws
And looking at them all from our balcony, just Alma and me.
In the evening we have dinner with the children of the orphanage Happy Home that INFO Nepal runs. They giggle at Almudena’s English and they are really sweet to us.
