by Gaby | Apr 26, 2012 | Travel
All of the housewives in the village know everyone else’s business and they gossip constantly. When one of them becomes pregnant, they all try to help figure out whether or not it will be a boy or girl; hopefully it will be a boy. When we walked down to wash at...
by Gaby | Apr 24, 2012 | Travel
After a long car ride through the mountains, we finally arrived in Rupakot, the village in which we were staying in the Lamjung Valley, and were met by Nabaraj’s beautiful wife Shailee, who reminds me of my cousin Sterling. She put bright red “tikas” on our...
by Gaby | Apr 24, 2012 | Travel
The people of Rupakot live their lives very differently than we do. Their lives revolve around sunlight. Their homes, simple concrete structures, two or three rooms carved out of clay, or simple stone structures with thatched roofs, lack running water and have only...
by Gaby | Apr 24, 2012 | Travel
Every village has one: the village drunk. In Rupakot, it was Mite (Mee-tuh). We first met him at the school where he was drunkenly installing a pipe for drainage of the toilet. He was working for a few rupees, enough to buy some of the local wine. The local wine...
by Gaby | Apr 24, 2012 | Travel
During our first visit to the Rupakot Health Post, a woman came in with a 10-day old baby girl. The mother had had a C-Section in Chitwan, a province in the south, and was directed to the hospital in Kathmandu, but, because of finances, the family decided to forego...
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