05.10.2012 25 °C
As day 3 unfolds, we come to realize how hectic Nepal is. Traffic is insanity, locals fills the streets and sidewalks, and
small stores are scattered everywhere. Architecture here is nothing of note; small square buildings and few windows. I can't help but love the city and the completely different culture here. They even have purple trees!
After breakfast, we head off to an orphanage up a steep dirt road on a large hill. The orphanage was started and is run by a plump, joyous man in his mid 40's named Guru Tashi.
Even in the first moments of arriving, it is obvious that he does everything here. The kids adore him, and to him they are his children. The other monks treat the children very well and teach them Buddhism only if they wish. This orphanage is the first place that we donate our supplies and money we raised. Upon our arrival, we are greeted with an incredibly warm welcome of flowers, scarves, and ecstatic smiles. I feel very loved and can tell that our arrival has been anticipated for quite some time.
First, we give out pencils, Canadian flags, and Canadian pins that the children happily accept. Then, we give Guru Tashi a laptop, which the kids are eager to use to learn Microsoft Word, Excel, and other computer programs. Finally, we give them $1500 which Guru Tashi will be using to build more classrooms in the school so that the students can go to school up to grade 12 (they currently only go until grade 10). The orphanage started with 10 children and now has 25 and Guru Tashi would like to further expand. Since he has no government funding, 100% of his money and the money we donated will be going towards the orphange and school.
(Don't be fooled by their downtrodden faces..they don't smile in pictures here)
After an amazing homecooked meal by some of the girls, we walk to the school and are greeted once more with flowers and scarves by giddy students. We meet with the principal and the teachers, who are eager to meet us and learn our names. We give the principal the rest of our pencils which will be enough to supply all 500 children froms grades 1-10 in the school. As we leave the school, the students swarm; some shy and some eager to be in our pictures and videos. The little ones are absolutely adorable. I resist the urge to smuggle one back to Canada.
Now we're off the Lumbini! A tiny airplane takes us to the unbearably hot town, where we are shuflfed around by a tiny old man who clearly does not work here, but certainly runs this one-room airport like a boss.
We're all exhausted now and will visit the hospital tomorrow.
Until further adieu,