I am back in Gorkha now. Just been catching up the the family and the neighbors for the past few days. All is well. Hope this gives a little more background on the photos (click on them to enlarge, also sorry that they are out of order):
Our hilltop view (11k feet), this is what morning greeted us with!
After the great leech war of 2012, we were in need of some chiyaa.
This was one of the countless waterfalls we waded through during our trek. Although we hiked sometimes of "roads" they were impassable, even by the biggest tractors and trucks until the monsoon season end. Which should have ended "any day now" for about the past month...
Some of my 3rd grade students. So damn cute, but sooooo hard to control. They are just beginning to learn English, so most of my instructions have to be in Nepali. The problem with that, is that my Nepali accent is so funny to them, that no matter what I say in Nepali they always bust out with laughter and amusement.
We celebrated at school the completion of of building, that has yet to be completed, but frying most types of living animals. Not cow though, they are regarded as gods here.
Some of my 9th graders, getting shelter from the rain.
The five of us Fulbrighters taught and election class to the Access class. Where I realized that teaching about the Electoral College to native English speakers would be difficult.
The Access students are taught about both Nepali and English culture and holidays, in a free English after school program. They are all local 9th and 10th graders, from lower socio-economic levels.
One of the tea houses we stayed at. The man standing up was our guide.
It was fitting that after we sang the Sound of Music sound track, we stumbled upon this place on our trek.
Rachel walking through one of the villages on our second to last day.
The crew an hour in on our first day.
The path was carved into the hillside, wedged in between rice paddys as far as we could see.
Luckily my leg only looked like this at the end of one day. But with the help of some salt, the atrocities that I committed to these blood suckers, I should be tried at the ICC. I will spare you the photos of what my legs looked like after.
After the leeches, and after chiyaa, the clouds began to part to reveal the Anapurna range! Our first clear view of the Himals, since arriving to Nepal!
Krista on our last day admiring the way goods are moved about in these high villages.
