Sunday 19th, second day of the seminar, we cover class management and using English literature in the classroom. The teachers look more confident and responsive than the first day. They even laugh at my jokes and we are beginning to have fun together, which is great.
We are also getting to know a little more about each other during meal breaks.
The police have deactivated two bombs on the Arniko Highway, the only official border crossing from Nepal’s to Tibet , and that brings along more closing down of roads, more restriction of movement and more checkpoints. The teachers are fantastic though, and we do not talk about politics in the class, preferring to focus on the training job.
I’ve taken to wandering around Dhulikhel after the seminar, just to take field notes and learn about Nepalese society from my observations.
Buses do not actually stop at bus stops, they just slow down and one has to hop out as gracefully as one can...
and something people failed to warn me against is THE SPITTING : everywhere and by everyone, sometimes prefaced by a particularly unpleasant phlegm clearing intro......
absurdly, later in the day I bump into a demonstration against TB proclaimed with much beating of drums, leaflets, chanting and, of course, spitting!
We go to a shop to order a traditional dress that hangs to mid-calf level and comes with matching trousers for Almudena. The lady says it’ll be ready within two days.
