My hands are freezing

 

hello all- well jen and i are in namche bizaar- the route to everest base camp- there are very few people trekking this time of year- but the weather is beautiful! tibetan prayer flags are hanging everywhere outside...from trees, bridges..yaks carry loads of food and supplies to these mt villages.  They pass us on the trails with young sherpas..we got our first glimps of everst today- though from this place it is not visable. Fires keep the hotel common room warm- our rooms at night are pretty damn cold- but we are prepared and staying toasty.  getting up to pee is a drag...haha- we will be trekking for another 6 days- and it is going to get more beautiful by the day. The sherpa people are wonderful- jen and i were invited in one of their homes yesteday.  we sat and had masala tea with them  (we are hooked on it)  and heard about their way of life- i couldn't help but look at their dwelling- a woodburning stove with a gigantic pot of water for tea is always going.  shelves with many huge pots, metal plates and cups...photos of the Dalai Lama  on their walls. a single table and some benches... one light from the ceiling. but cozy. its hit or miss with the food- this mornings breakfast was some kind of porriage that i labled as grule- tasted like cardboard. i am keeping a diary of sorts....but i tend to ramble so won't bore you-

i met my sponsored child Jyoti on tues OMG SHE IS SOOO CUTE! if i could figure out how to load my pictures  i could show you, but i am lucky to finally figure out how to get on this site. She is so poor, but happy... Ram took us to her home to meet her aunts who are raising her. they have no running water, or electricity that i could see.  her aunts sew cloths to make a living.  Two old pedal sewing machines set up in their one room space.  they pile quilts in the corner that become thier beds on the floor at night. they have a separate kitchen- but we did not see it.  they live near a river in ktm that is so polluted with raw waste and garbage, its discusting. but after two days in ktm i was already used to walking the dirty streets- following Ram who shows us around. i am thankful to be in the mountains now breathing clean air. I will spend more time with joyti when i get back to ktm.

Our guide Bobu and our porter Purbu are tiny young guys in their early 20s. they speak very little english but we communicate fine. 

yesterday i wrote on my i phone notepad-will give you a sense of how we spend our day trekking

"As we sit waiting for our meal i hear a low voice chanting. a man inside had prayer beads in hand and a manta spread before him on a long narrow paper. prayer flags criss cross the pine trees surrounding this mountainside home. Three yaks saddled with heavy loads making their way up the trail pass us as we relax from our morning trek. harmony was the word that came to mind. harmony surrounded me. and i felt so content. Oh! our momos just came out! yuuuummmmmm- we had watched as the woman picked a few kale leaves next to the bench where jen and I sat - those went into the steamed dumplings we are chowing now. our first night we sleep in a sherpa village of phakding. the sun goes over the mountain at 4pm-there are only 5 hrs of sunshine during the winter. 

for now- thats it- my fingers are freezing. i am siting inside an "internet cafe" with my down jacket on and a hat......

Namaste.

Posted by carolyn at 5:54 PM  

 

 

Arrival in Kathmandu

Day one- 

January 5, 2066, Kathmandu 

from the plane window I could see by the construction of dwellings that this was going to be the poorest country I'll walk within to date. I brace myself for what I was going to witness. I've been travelling for 36 hours and seen the sterile interiors of airports. Customs didn't even look at my passport, only my visa and asked when I planned to leave. 23 days I told them. "namaste" translates in Napali to hello and goodbye. So here begins the time inbetween that one word.

It's 1:27 am. Jen and I arrived ktm 12 hrs ago . I slept a few hours and now lay awake. Good time to write. 

Ram and Sunil met us at the airport. Ram is my HIO (hands in outreach) connection and sunil is our trekking connection. It's good to finally see the faces of the men I have been emailing the past couple of months. They are both Nepalese Hindus and frankly our lifeline for the next few weeks. They greet us with bigs smiles. Thank god. We have arrived with more baggage then can fit in the car. I'm feeling like a priviledged American. I believe I have more belongings than the entire group of men standing around the dusty parking lot staring a we pass. I brought too much of America with me and criticize my packing intincts. "When in doubt leave it out" didn't apply. 

Passing thru downtown ktm the polluion is relentless. People are wearing masks over their mouths. Jens grateful that she doesn't suffer from asthma. Darting across the crator filled road , a monkey barely avoids a mass of speeding cars, bused, bikes, rickshaws and noisy motercycles. At the ripped edge of the pavement I see into the eyes of children, mothers and men. The shock of coming from the richest country in the world to one of the poorest, made me question "what the hell am I doing here?"

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

NOTICE- retraction of my last entry! Definitely  pray for my protection! Walking along to edge of the streets in KTM one puts their life in Gods hands- or should I say Shiva the destroyer. 

AND, I'll hog all of that circle of white light Tom if it will act as a force field against motorbikes and rickshaws. 

Posted by carolyn at 9:06 PM 

I phone typing is a pain.Excuse all the typos / I had to type the entire thing on my phone. I just read it/ omg - lots of mistakes!

Posted by carolyn at 10:08 PM