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Ok I know it's only February but the excitement is already building for my trip to Nepal in October
My e ticket has arrived !! Whatever happened to proper tickets ? and I've got a visa to get , innoculations to research and get done, hotel at Heathrow and train tickets to get as well as all the daydreaming to do. I watched a half hour video the other night of 10 must do things in Kathmandu and it looked fabulous. Can't wait
Yesterday we had a go at trying on a saree for the first time... We never realised how long the material is (over 7 metres)! Without Anama we would have probably ended up in a massive knot but with her skill they actually looked quite good! We will be wearing these on the night of our fundraising meal so we'll probably be spotted from a mile away!
As part of our fundraising, we are doing a traditional Nepalese banquet, chopping, boiling and stirring for the past 3 days with the help of our friend Annamma. There are 50 people coming and we hope it will be a sucsess.
Since losing my husband, to stomach cancer, 3 years ago I have stuggled to find who I am without him in my life. For 25 years I was "Jane and Ali". I know what I do for a living, I am a college lecturer teaching Childhood Practice, I am a University graduate currently studying for a PhD in Education. I am a long distance runner, have been since I was 16 and I am a Mum and a Daughter. But who am I?
Being widowed at 44 is an odd thing, you are neither young or old. By 44 you are starting to work out who you are, and generally your 40's are quite good. You are past worrying about what people think of you and you are still physically able to live life as a relatively young person. But suddenly to go from being part of a partnership to being on your own is just, well odd. Working out who you are at 40 when you thought you were pretty much there, is just hard work. Being the Mum of two young people meant that immediately after Alistair died my focus was on them. But now three years on, they are both moving forward with their adult lives, I have time to work out who I am. Do I know who I am? It has been a while since Jane was just Jane and not "Jane and Ali".
So I set out into this amazing journey. Who am I? What adventures do I have to look forward to? We have all read books about people in my situation who have gone off to wander around the world to find themselves. I always thought that this was an extreme way to deal with grief but to be honest, I kind of get it now. I can't wander off around the world but I do need to spend time with myself working out who I am. I have lots of amazing new people in my life who have supported me and inspired me in my quest to work out who I am. And my children constantly inspire me to keep moving forward and learning new ...
On Saturday October 1st 2016, I walk through Thamel, a hot spot for tourism in Kathmandu made up of many narrow streets packed with shops, restaurants and cafes. Tomorrow night will be my one month anniversary in Nepal, which I've spent volunteering in Bhaktapur Cancer Hospital, CBR Bhaktapur (community based rehabilitation centre for children with disability) and NRH (nutritional rehab home for children under the age of 14).
I notice today, walking through the busy streets of Thamel among many other tourists, we all have something in common, we all have a confused look on our face. After all, there's alot to take in. Today in particular I'm feeling this emotion, maybe it's a delayed reaction to the change, lack of sleep from last night when I was too busy thinking and not sleeping, or maybe it's confusion from life in general, not just Nepal. I head off to find a nice quiet cafe to do what I love, reflect while having a coffee.
I notice so many different tourists especially in Thamel, all here in Nepal for their own reasons. Doing what they need to do, with that confused look on their face.
I think the hardest thing I've found to deal with in Nepal is people spitting on the streets in public, both male and female. Also I find people stare alot, but not in a rude way, I feel they take things in alot more, observe a lot. Maybe because us tourists look different. Sometimes I find it a little over powering. Then again, I spoke to another volunteer about this and she replied...aren't you staring to know they are.
One thing that has really struck me though, is the kindness of the people here. There are a lot of nasty people in the world, but thankfully many humble, kind hearted people too, who are so refreshing to meet.
One example of this kindness which sticks in my ...