<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857</id><updated>2024-11-05T18:59:54.210-08:00</updated><category term="Nepal"/><category term="Kathmandu"/><category term="travel"/><category term="WHR"/><category term="temple"/><category term="Buddhism"/><category term="National Park"/><category term="Western Nepal"/><category term="city life"/><category term="religion"/><category term="women&#39;s rights"/><category term="Durbar Square"/><category term="Hindu"/><category term="Hinduism"/><category term="holiday"/><category term="jungle"/><category term="prayer flags"/><category term="volunteer house"/><title type='text'> Journey to Namaste</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857.post-5523494243614417356</id><published>2013-04-29T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T23:45:38.601-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nepal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WHR"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women&#39;s rights"/><title type='text'>All the Single Ladies: The Time is Ripe to Mobilise Single Women for Peacebuilding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editor&#39;s Note&lt;/b&gt;: During my internship, I helped work on this oped authored by Lily Thapa, Founder of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whr.org.np/&quot;&gt;Women for Human Rights&lt;/a&gt;, that was just published in &lt;a href=&quot;http://ekantipur.com/2013/04/30/opinion/all-the-single-ladies/370836.html&quot;&gt;The Kathmandu Post&lt;/a&gt;--Nepal&#39;s largest English daily newspaper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lily Thapa consulting with single women in Kavre district&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Women for Human Rights, Single Women Group)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The evolving political process that is currently underway in
&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;
provides an ideal opportunity for the government to support the rights of the
country’s growing number of single women and to recognize their essential role
in the nation’s new political era and peacebuilding process.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the last decade, there has been an unprecedented rise
in the number of single women in Nepal—especially widows—totaling just under
half a million, according to the 2011 census. This growing trend is mainly due
to deaths and disappearances related to the ten-year conflict, the spread of
AIDS, conditions of extreme poverty, early marriage,&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and
the persistence of harmful traditional practices in some districts.&lt;/div&gt;
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More than ever before, single women are carrying the burden
of supporting their households, while still facing significant legal,
political, cultural, and economic obstacles. &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s traditional patriarchal
social structure has created an environment of discrimination against women,
and particularly single women, which has permeated society at both the national
and local level. This can be seen in the form of gender-discriminatory
provisions in legislation and the lack of women and single women in high-level
government positions, as well as in customary practices against widows such as
blaming a woman for her husband’s death, denying her the right to inherit her
husband’s property, and not allowing her to wear bangles or colorful clothing.&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Many of &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s
single women have become widows while they were still in their early twenties
and thirties, destined by society to spend the rest of their lives in poverty
and vulnerable to abuse. Single women often suffer economically and rarely
receive education or vocational training to help secure their financial situation.
Only 11 percent of single women in &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;
are literate, compared with the national average of women in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 57 percent. The future and
education of single women’s children also remains a concern. With little financial
support, often the children of single women—especially their daughters—cannot
afford an education and become susceptible to early marriage, abuse, or human
trafficking. &lt;/div&gt;
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A major issue that plagues single women and girls who have
been affected by conflict is the need for transitional justice. During the
ten-year insurgency, women bore the brunt of the violence. They were often
targeted as victims of widespread sexual violence and thousands of women young
and old lost husbands or fathers. Now, six years later, many of these women
have still not received proper reparations nor an opportunity to seek justice. &lt;/div&gt;
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Over the past few years, the government of Nepal has taken
some initial steps to recognize the rights of single women—such as the 2011
annulment of five discriminatory laws in the 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Amendment of the
interim Constitution—but the realization of these rights is not always
implemented at the local level. Also in 2011, the government of &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;
launched a National Action Plan for the implementation of U.N. Security Council
Resolutions 1325 and 1820, which emphasize the essential role that women play
in the conflict resolution and peacebuilding processes, as well as the need for
protection and justice for victims of sexual violence. To uphold its
commitments to the National Action Plan and to the women of &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the government must
prioritize funding for programs and reparations in support of single women and
ensure that these rights are protected. &lt;/div&gt;
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Moving forward, the government should take a holistic
approach by providing support for various services that can address the
economic, social, and political challenges that single women face. The
government can help support local Civil Society Organizations, such as &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whr.org.np/&quot;&gt;Women for Human Rights, Single Women Group&lt;/a&gt;,
or WHR, on providing counseling, legal assistance, social security, livelihood
skills training, and a safe space for immediate services, which can
collectively enable single women to reintegrate back into society. International
agencies and donors should also demonstrate their commitment to the development
of single women’s rights in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;
by keeping it as a priority funding area. &lt;/div&gt;
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During this transitional period following the &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:place&gt;
peace agreement, the government must guarantee access to justice for
conflict-affected women and girls as well as a role in an inclusive national
transitional justice process that incorporates their input and gender
sensitivities. The recently proposed blanket amnesty for perpetrators of crimes
committed during the ten-year conflict must be amended to allow prosecution for
serious human rights crimes including murder, abduction, sexual violence, and
disappearances. Most importantly, conflict-affected women and girls want and
deserve to know the truth about the crimes that took place, and the government
should provide appropriate reparations.&lt;/div&gt;
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In addition to financial support, conflict-affected women
and girls also require programming to help them address their immediate needs
and overcome the trauma that they have faced. The government should focus on
providing more reconciliation programs that could assist these women in
transforming their sorrows into strength. Many single women who have previously
received holistic services from WHR have become empowered and now serve as
peacebuilders within their own communities. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Today, our country stands at a crossroads. The evolving political scene, transitional justice process,
and drafting of a new constitution provide an opportunity for the government to
uphold the rights of single women and ensure that their needs are addressed. Subsequently,
single women can play a unique role in our nation’s peacebuilding process and act
as agents of change to help lead the long-term development process in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4f81bd;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last weekend, Danielle—another ELI volunteer—and I decided
to take a break from the craziness of Kathmandu and head south to the jungle in
Chitwan, home to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chitwannationalpark.gov.np/&quot;&gt;nation’s
largest national park&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://kundalinitravel.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/chitwan_national_park_map.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://kundalinitravel.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/chitwan_national_park_map.jpg&quot; height=&quot;257&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our journey to Chitwan was a bumpy six-hour drive often
along narrow and winding roads in the mountains. But the further away we got
from &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Kathmandu&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the sparser the towns became
and the more green and lush the scenery outside grew. We arrived in Sauraha,
the small town right outside the entrance to &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Chitwan&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;National Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,
a very hot and sweaty mess in the mid-day humidity. We were very happy though
when we discovered that our hotel room had both a fan and AC, which is very
luxurious for Nepali standards.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tharu people harvesing rice fields in Sauraha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After relaxing a bit, we joined our new tour guide, Asha,
for a walk around a traditional Tharu village in Sauraha. The &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tharu_people&quot;&gt;Tharu people&lt;/a&gt;, who are
known as people of the forest, are indigieneous to the &lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terai&quot;&gt;Terai&lt;/a&gt; belt region that stretches
across southern &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nepal&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and
northern &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;.
Historically, the Tharu people are known for their immunity to malaria, which
for centuries kept foreigners out of their lands. They cultivate staple crops
such as rice and corn, and construct their homes with walls made of mud and cow
dung. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traditional Tharu dance during cultural program&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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That evening, we had the unique experience of attending a Tharu cultural dance program. Two men kept the beat on bongo drums as groups of
young Tharu men and women in traditional dress danced in unison. The men used
sticks that they would rythematically hit against one another and then turn to
hit against their neighbors. The women sang a beautiful traditional chant as
they went around in a circle waving their arms. Our favorite dance of the night
had to be the solo mating dance, in which one person dressed in a peacock
outfit scurried along the stage while displaying a huge backside of colorful feathers.
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting ready to head out on our jungle trek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The next morning, just as the heat was beginning to rise, we
set out for our elephant trek. This is definitely one of the highlights of the
typical Chitwan tourist experience, and we were not about to miss it. Although
sitting in the “saddle” with three other people was not the most comfortable
arrangement, it was an experience to tromp through the jungle at tree-height
and maintain balance as we slowly rolled from side to side. During the trek we
did not encounter much wildlife, but we did see one rhino who was taking his
morning bath, a couple peacocks, and a lot of spotted deer.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning bath in the river&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Next on our packed tourist agenda was elephant bathing, by
far my favorite part of the trip! This was much better than the elephant trek because
you were able to sit directly on the elephant’s back with little restraints,
which made it a bit difficult to hold on at times. Once I steadied myself, the
maute—or elephant trainer—shouted several times commanding the elephant to soak
up water from the river and then spray me with its trunk. After this happened
about ten times, the maute commanded the elephant to lay down in the river and
roll over causing me to fall off. I was a bit nervous since just the day before
we had seen crocodiles upstream, but the water was shallow so I could see if
anything was lurking. We then took our morning “bath” together in the river. &lt;/div&gt;
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Later during the mid-day heat, we slowly floated along down
the river in a dug-out wooden canoe. These canoes are a common mode of
transportation on the river, and are propelled by one person with a long stick
who stands on the end. We spotted several crocodiles sunbathing, which our
guide assured us were the aggressive type and can grow up to 12 feet long. He
said on some days they had seen thirty or more crocodiles in that same river
stretch, which I was very happy was not the case for us.&lt;/div&gt;
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Next to the national park there is an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.elephant.se/location2.php?location_id=238&quot;&gt;elephant breeding
center&lt;/a&gt; that is operated by the Nepali government. They keep female
elephants who breed with wild male elephants every year and then have babies
that are trained to work in the jungle. When we were there we saw a 45-day-old
baby who was very friendly and came over to the edge of the pen where I was
able to pet him briefly before he ran away. There were also two twin elephants who
were one years old, which is a rarity for elephants. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby rhino and its mom at night near the jungle tower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The last part of our Chitwan Adventure was pretty amazing.
We decided to forgo the luxurious AC and pack our bags to spend the night in a
jungle tower. Yes, straight up jungle tower. The national park owns a very
basic concrete tower and rents it out to tourists who cannot get enough of the
jungle during the day. We arrived at dusk and as we sat on the deck eating our
packed dinner and drinking Everest beer, I saw something out of the corner of
my eye. A baby rhino and his mother were coming out of the trees and walked
right across the open space in front of us. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The jungle tower--our accommodation the last night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The sounds of the jungle at night were intoxicating—the hum
of the various insects, chirping of birds that occasionally flew by, barking of
the deer (yes, deer), calling of the peacocks, and the rolling of nearby
thunder. By the end of the night, lightning lit up the night as jagged bolts
flashed across the sky above the tree tops. We fell asleep outside under a
mosquito net, but moved inside once the rain came. The pounding on the tin roof
was intense at times, but turned into a soothing pitter-patter—the perfect
jungle lullaby.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editor’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; This is the second of two blogs about my recent field visit with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whr.org.np/&quot;&gt;Women for Human Rights&lt;/a&gt;, or WHR, to Western Nepal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;After a very moving visit to Dang, we headed west to our next destination: Kailali in the Far Western region of Nepal. Apparently taking public transportation would have taken close to twelve hours to travel, so we agreed to hire a driver to cut our trip down by half. This part of the journey was particularly exciting because we were free to stop along the way and Tracy had never been to Kailali and neither Tracy nor Sambida had been to Bardiya National Park, which lies between Dang and Kailali. So, we set off on our road trip headed far west.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first stop along the way was for breakfast and dudh chiya, or milk tea, which is a staple in Nepal and one I have grown a little too fond of. Across the road from breakfast was the Nepal Armed Police Forces, or AFP, Kusum post that Chitra informed us had been the site of an infamous&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/10/11/1065676213748.html&quot;&gt;battle during the ten-year conflict&lt;/a&gt; when it was attacked by Maoist rebel forces. The area we were driving through had been a hot spot during the war and many of the people in the districts’ had been affected by the violence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Further down the road, we drove right through the heart of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bardiya_National_Park&quot;&gt;Bardiya National Park&lt;/a&gt;, the second largest national park in Nepal. The park is home to all types of animals including crocodiles—which we saw sunbathing—as well as tigers, elephants, antelopes, and rhinos. Our driver said that during the Maoist insurgency, the park served as a hideout for the rebels who could easily escape for days into the dense jungle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our driver, who was quite an interesting guy but everything he said was in Nepali so I had to rely on translation, also warned us of a young girl who haunts the area and as people drive at night through the jungle they see her but then when they turn back she disappears. He said he had seen her twice and kept red bangles on his gearstick to protect the car from the evil spirits along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite this story, we made it safely through the national park and to the next destination: the famous Karnali Bridge. It is an impressive architectural marvel and, according to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.structurae.de/refs/items/index.cfm?ID=r0013975&quot;&gt;Civil Engineering Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, is an asymmetric, single-tower, cable-stayed bridge and the longest of its type in the world. We decided to get out of the car and walk across it to really appreciate its immensity. We shared the road with other pedestrians and a herd of cattle making its way across. The bridge’s design and construction had been a collaboration between the U.S. and Japan, and was completed in 1993. This type of infrastructure aid seems to be common in Nepal and the surrounding region, often in the form of bridges, paved roads, or highways.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other side of the river, we had lunch at an amazing little café that served fish straight from the river. It was definitely a highlight of the road trip and the first time I had eaten fish since I arrived in Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;
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After seven hours, we arrived in Kailali, which being on the border of India was very hot and very dusty, but at the same time very beautiful. I loved the lush greenery of the surrounding fields and parks. When we met the single women board members from the WHR district office, it felt like we were coming home to family. The women were so welcoming and insisted that we eat their homemade chapatti, curried vegetables, and milk curd, and then eat some more.&lt;br /&gt;
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The women were excited to show us their town and took us on rickshaws, which is the primary mode of transportation in Kailali, to visit nearby Jokar Lake. The lake was beautiful and was the perfect backdrop to our first golden sunset in Kailali. As we “ricked it”&amp;nbsp; back to the hotel, it was such a peaceful ride even with all the potholes and bumps in the road.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the last day of our visit, WHR hosted a Human Resources for Health workshop to build a Civil Society Alliance between local NGOs, the district health office, and healthcare professionals. Although the workshop was all in Nepali, I was able to understand from translation some of the points made during the very animated discussion between the practitioners and civil society representatives and the district health officer. The major concerns were about the government’s lack of implementation in its healthcare plan, particularly the high number of medical posts that remain unfilled in rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the workshop, Chitra graciously invited us to his parents’ house for dinner, which I was excited about because I had not yet eaten at a Nepali family’s home. Demonstrating the famous customary Nepali hospitality, when we arrived his mother welcomed us and we were given drinks and bananas from the garden outside. After a tour of the house and garden, his mother prepared an amazing Nepali spread of flatbread (manna—a regional specialty), milk curd fresh from the family’s cow (mohi), greens (saag), pickled garlic (aachar), and kauli alu tarkari (curried cauliflower and potatoes). Yum.&lt;br /&gt;
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And as a perfect ending to the trip, after dinner we climbed up to the rooftop of Chitra’s home to watch the magnificent red Nepali sun slowly disappear behind the wheat fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3793208942697657923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/04/road-trip-to-far-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/3793208942697657923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/3793208942697657923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/04/road-trip-to-far-west.html' title='Road Trip to the Far West'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavY4WpxoE6YcGoxZuSlbntdW8Ks4FGbbg9lT-ybweABGWt_Jxznol4lKuD86DLy5t3fPL_3IgPFiWl4VA1Xt3TEQCtiQuA5uZjmBYlvn1SgnaurZah2leAEjemPfYaJ-P3d77HTvJ_MY/s72-c/IMG_1257.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857.post-5042659869922571697</id><published>2013-04-11T09:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2021-02-19T10:07:28.016-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nepal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Western Nepal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WHR"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women&#39;s rights"/><title type='text'>Dang: A World Away in Western Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editor’s Note&lt;/b&gt;: This is the first of two blogs about my recent field visit with WHR to Western Nepal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Regional Map of WHR Single Women Groups&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As I entered my second week as an intern at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whr.org.np/&quot;&gt;Women for Human Rights&lt;/a&gt;, or WHR, I was surprised with a unique opportunity that I could not say no to: tagging along for a field visit to the Dang and Kailali district offices in the Midwestern and Far Western regions. Finally, a chance to see the real Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So after agreeing to meet the next morning at the Kathmandu airport I was not sure what to expect but knew that I was in for an amazing trip. At the airport, I met Tracy, WHR Program Manager, and Chitra Raj Joshi, WHR Finance Officer, and when we arrived in Dang we met our third traveling partner, Sambida Regmi, WHR Program Officer. Prior to the trip I had said maybe collectively twenty words to them, but that changed quickly as I was eager to learn about Nepali culture and they were more than willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you really want to get an inside cultural perspective, I would suggest traveling with country natives for a week and you will learn more than you realized there was to know. After learning about the traditional Hindu practice of cleansing your body on Tuesdays and offering eleven blades of grass and ladoo to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hinduwebsite.com/hinduism/ganesha.asp&quot;&gt;Lord Ganesh&lt;/a&gt;, finally understanding why Nepalis always leave communal shower shoes in front of the bathroom, and watching Hindi music videos and trying to emulate the dances, it occurred to me more than once that this is the way to travel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;During our first day in Dang, a district in the Midwestern region of Nepal, we met with board members of Dang’s WHR Single Women Group, who are widows now leading the charge in the push for women’s rights and equality in their district. We sat in a circle on thin mats in the office’s small meeting room, which was only lit by the light shining through the windows since the electricity was off (Nepal is on a load shedding system and has frequent blackouts of electricity). It was inspiring to hear the heartwrenching stories of these women and then to see them empowered and acting as agents of change for themselves and their community.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;WHR Single Women Group board meeting in Dang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Laxmi Bishta, a Conflict-Affected Widow who serves as a board member, shared her story with us. She said that her husband had served as a policeman in Dang during the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepalese_Civil_War&quot;&gt;ten-year civil war&lt;/a&gt;. At the time, the Maoists—the politically motivated rebel group—began to target government officials and police, and local Maoists began to threaten Laxmi‘s husband and family. Eventually her husband was so concerned for his family’s safety that he left the police force. About one year later, despite having left the police, several men asked her husband for money and when he refused they shot him three times in broad daylight. His wife had been called to the hospital, but her husband had already died before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laxmi filed a complaint with the police after the incident, but nothing happened. This was seven years ago. Impunity has become the norm in Nepal for crimes that were committed during the insurgency because they were so widespread and often the perpetrators of the crimes are now in positions of power and authority. Many victims fear going to the authorities at all for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dang board members (Laxmi second from left)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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To this day, Laxmi still does not know who killed her husband. It is difficult to think about her husband’s death because she has three children and works as a tailor to fund their education. She said she wants to move on but cannot because she wants to know the identity of the men who killed her husband and why he was killed. She said if she had the chance to file the case in the Transitional Reconciliation Commission she would, but what she really wants the most for now is peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laxmi‘s story is one of the thousands of women who were affected by the ten-year conflict. That is why the work of WHR and its Transitional Justice Network is so crucial. By visiting the WHR district office in Dang I was able to feel the power of grassroots advocacy at such a raw level and get a glimpse into the everyday struggles that single women in Nepal are facing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day we attended a paralegal training held in Dang’s VDC training hall, about a fifteen-minute ride outside of town. The building and adjacent Youth Information Center—which was one room that provided Nepali pamphlets and information about reproductive health—were located on a dirt road surrounded by wheat fields and green hills. The participants for the training ranged from adolescent girls dressed in jeans and sweaters to older single women dressed in traditional saris.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dang VDC Training Hall where paralegal training took place&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Although my understanding of the training was definitely inhibited by a significant language barrier, I was able to get the gist of things by Tracy translating every few minutes. The women and girls were learning about international human rights instruments such as &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.usip.org/gender_peacebuilding/about_UNSCR_1325&quot;&gt;U.N. Security Council Resolution 1325&lt;/a&gt; that secures their legal rights and role in the peacebuilding process. The women’s inheritance and citizenship rights were reviewed as well as their right to file for cases of domestic abuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;WHR paralegal training in Dang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After reading about how Resolution 1325 is used as a tool of empowerment for women around the world, it was sort of an out-of-this-world experience to see it actually put to use in the context of Dang, Nepal. Amid the dusty roads and expansive fields, I could only admire the resilience of these women whose husbands had died and who are now challenging the status quo of a traditionally patriarchal society. They are determined to change their own destiny and to begin building a foundation for their daughters and the next generation of women in Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Celebrating Holi in Nepal will go down as one of the most memorable days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning Holi celebration on the volunteer house rooftop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Holi, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holi&quot;&gt;Hindu festival of colors&lt;/a&gt;, is a national holiday and celebrated throughout Nepal. It is a day that brings together people of all ages, backgrounds, and nationalities (in our case) to celebrate with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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We began the day on the rooftop of our volunteer house, loading up water guns and mixing dye in old water bottles. Meena and Ram Dai joined in and were like little kids playing with a sprinkler. They were so excited to be a part of the celebration and Ram Dai confiscated one of the water guns and water bottles and proceeded to soak everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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People on nearby houses were celebrating on their rooftops as well, and would occasionally launch water balloons at unsuspecting pedestrians or at neighboring houses. Our rooftop preparation turned into an all-out water fight, so by the time we were ready to go, the other volunteers and I were already soaked and our white clothing was splattered with green, yellow, red, pink, purple, and blue dye.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, Joanne, Agatha, and Danielle paused between attacks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As we walked to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathmandu_Durbar_Square&quot;&gt;Durbar Square&lt;/a&gt;, the central square in Kathmandu where a huge annual Holi celebration takes place, we quickly realized that as four foreign girls wearing white, we were like a walking target. First came the water balloons from various children on the street, some with colored dye and some just water. These came in the form of various attacks from street ambushes to rooftop launches and, probably our least favorite, the occasional kamikaze who would just come running at you and then slam a balloon on your back. And just when we thought we were safe, we would look up only to dodge buckets of water poured down on us from the windows and rooftops above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holi celebration in Kathmandu&#39;s Durbar Square&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Although we were definitely surprised by the aggressiveness of the color warfare, I have to admit that we were not completely innocent. We toted water guns and water bottles filled with dye, and once those ran out we poured dye onto our hands to reciprocate the beloved dye-in-the-face method that the Nepalis seem to enjoy so much. There was even an older Nepali man who came up to us asking if we had any water because he got dye in his eye. As one of the other volunteers reached out to give him a water he grabbed the bottle and poured it all over her head. Once you decide to participate in Nepal’s Holi color war, there is no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kids celebrate Holi in Durbar Square on shoulders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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When we finally arrived at Durbar Square—by this time soaked from head to toe and covered with dye in more places on our bodi&lt;br /&gt;
es than we had ever wanted—we joined the massive crowd gathered dancing to music with a bass that shook the ground. We were surrounded by young Nepalis and other foreigners losing themselves in the Holi celebration. On this one day it felt like we were all one as we came together to dance and celebrate in the square surrounded by ancient Hindu temples.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holi in Patan&#39;s Durbar Square&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Throughout the day as we walked down the streets people would shout “Happy Holi!” The holiday really allowed us to transcend beyond our usual role as foreigners and interact with the Nepalis on the street. Older people would look at us and laugh or smile, while the children would run up to ask us for dye only to then smear it in our faces. We realized we had become a sort of spectacle when, ironically, Nepalis would stop us to ask to take our picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was definitely a very Happy Holi.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/feeds/126805363001067477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-very-happy-holi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/126805363001067477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/126805363001067477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-very-happy-holi.html' title='A Very Happy Holi'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53kqhYhskP1OxQK7hojem4St9LrphH0beFoR3SRRfRQkuuno6nUEb-9AUD7fitxNQqM0xJHS3pelul_GTJPUthHid9YtfICCnQH5fPsYhN6mbnVHeuDogysUluM4E06cl21TLMflYbn0/s72-c/IMG_0978.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857.post-8551483463817046213</id><published>2013-03-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T09:23:42.512-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Buddhism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hinduism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kathmandu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nepal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="temple"/><title type='text'>Sacred Sites of Kathmandu: Boudhanath and Pashupatinath</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Nepal may not be a wealthy country in terms of GDP, but it is rich in religious tradition and is home to some of the most significant Buddhist and Hindu sites in the world. The Nepali people’s appreciation and respect for plural religions and their interconnectedness within society also adds to this richness as temples can be seen interspersed every few blocks throughout the city and Buddhists can be seen worshiping at Hindu temples and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Statue of Buddha at Boudanath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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To get a true sense of the prominent role that religion plays in Nepali society, I had the great fortune to accompany my new friend/tour guide Hari on his motor bike to two of the most sacred and important religious sites in the country—Boudhanath and Pashupathinath—both of which are located in northeastern Kathmandu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boudhanath&quot;&gt;Boudhanath&lt;/a&gt;, which translates roughly to “lord of wisdom,” is one of the most sacred Buddhist sites in Nepal. This whitewashed stupa stands at a commanding 43 meters tall; it is truly a religious experience just being in its presence. Boudhanath remains one of the most significant monuments in the world for Buddhist pilgrims and has become the center of life for many Tibetan monks and refugees who have fled their homeland.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are several Tibetan monasteries in the area and monks with shaved heads clad in maroon robes can be seen meditating. Tibetans and Buddhist pilgrims walk around the stupa counterclockwise while spinning prayer wheels or silently reciting a mantra as they count their string of 108 prayer beads, also known as a &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhist_prayer_beads&quot;&gt;mala&lt;/a&gt;. As we walked around Boudhanath, many older Tibetan women were worshipping by prostrating, or repeatedly kneeling and standing, on worn wooden planks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although I am not a practicing Buddhist, the religion is a very welcoming and peaceful one and the temples are open to all. I was so moved by this experience that I decided to light three butter lamps—the monk told me that just lighting one is bad luck—to honor and commemorate this moment of my spiritual journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a mere 45km from Boudhanath is Nepal’s most important Hindu temple, Pashupatinath, which sits on the banks of the holy Bagmati River. Although this temple is spiritually significant for multiple reasons, it is especially powerful because it is regarded as the most sacred of the temples dedicated to the Hindu God Shiva and honors him in his &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pashupati&quot;&gt;Pashupati form&lt;/a&gt;, Lord of All Animals.&lt;br /&gt;
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This temple is interesting because it is where Hindus in the Kathmandu Valley and surrounding areas bring their loved ones after they die to cremate them in a traditional ceremony on the banks of the river. As we walked around and observed, families gathered at different cremation ghats along the river. The deceased were wrapped in colorful cloth and carried there by their family members, often coming from hours away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Following Hindu tradition, after the body is placed on a wooden pyre the sons of the deceased will circle around the body three times. Then, the oldest son is responsible for lighting the body beginning with the mouth. After the cremation, the family members must return home to shower, and then the sons will be in a period of grieving for 13 days when they will live separately from their families and can only eat rice and ginger. After this grieving period, they have to wear only white for one year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shiva shrines lined up in a row&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Across the river from the cremation ghats, dozens of Shiva shrines are scattered throughout the stone grounds and it is here where the Babas, or holy men, live. These are men—and sometimes women, but mainly men—who denounce society and religion and choose to leave their families and all of their possessions to live in what appears to be the equivalent of a commune. They all live together and meditate in the morning and evening and smoke marijuana throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Babas live very simply together and have no need for money or other material things, although they often beg for food. In Nepali society, if a Baba comes to your home you are expected to give them food. I received conflicting answers about why this is; some people told me that it is out of respect—because Nepalis are known for their hospitality regardless of who the visitor is—whereas others said it is out of fear. Regardless, it seems that the genuine holy men are respected, but today there are more “frauds” who become a Baba to escape their families or life responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Poster of the Milk Baba next to his home in Pashupatinath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps the most famous of the holy men is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chaipilgrimage.com/2010/11/20/pashupatinaths-milk-baba/&quot;&gt;Milk Baba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;who lives at Pashupatinath and can predict peoples’ future by reading their palms. Since he was 11 years old, he has existed by only drinking milk in the morning and evening. He has become a sort of legend among the Nepali&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadhu&quot;&gt;Sadhus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and can be found &amp;nbsp;meditating or worshiping at the ancient temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I am slowly adjusting to the near ten-hour time difference, the other morning I woke up at 6 a.m. and, for the life of me, could not go back to sleep. So, just before the city began to stir awake with its familiar sounds of incessant honking and barking, I crept up to the rooftop of our volunteer house in Naya Bazaar to steal a glance of the morning sun as it spread across the sprawling city.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning scene of Kathmandu from the rooftop of our volunteer house**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Many of the homes in Kathmandu have water tanks on the rooftops because the hot water is solar powered. Although I have yet to take a hot shower, I have been told that in the early afternoon if I let the water run for a couple minutes the water eventually heats up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our volunteer house in Naya Bazaar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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There are currently three other volunteers staying with me in the house: Agatha from Mexico, Danielle from Minnesota, and JoAnne from Holland. There are also two house caretakers who are Nepali, Meena who does all of the cooking for the home, and Ram Dai who tends to the upkeep of the house, gets water, etc. We have dinner every night together and attempt to teach other English and Nepali, with the occasional dance party, which can be quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Both Ram Dai and Meena are from rural Nepal and work in Kathmandu to earn money and send it back to their families. This seems to be fairly common among the Kathmandu population, as the country is experiencing a shift toward urbanization. Furthermore, remittances from Nepalis working abroad has become a growing generator of income for the country, accounting for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guardian.co.uk/global-development/poverty-matters/2012/jul/05/money-not-only-motivation-nepalese-migrants&quot;&gt;approximately 25 percent of Nepal&#39;s GDP&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Kathmandu District, where the volunteer house is located, is within the larger Kathmandu Valley, which consists of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathmandu_District&quot;&gt;Kathmandu District&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lalitpur_District,_Nepal&quot;&gt;Lalitpur District&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhaktapur_District&quot;&gt;Bhaktapur District&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The city of Kathmandu comes alive during the day when motor bikes, cars, bicycles, and even tuk-tuks weave in and out through the bustling streets. As a pedestrian, crossing the road could be compared to the Frogger video game because you have to cross in front of one car, then wait, then go behind a motor bike, and then in front of another car... but it seems that there is a method to the madness as drivers go just slow enough to stop when needed and honk as they come up behind another vehicle or person. There are no lanes, very few traffic lights, and loads of honking.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favorite pastimes has become wondering the streets of Kathmandu and just embracing the scenes of daily Nepali life. Market stalls line the streets filled with fruits, vegetables, and—most often—fried foods such as samosas and doughnuts. Many vendors set up shop on the side of the road selling everything from spices, cut fruits, and roasted corn, to children’s toys, balloons, and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although at times the city can seem hectic and crazy, as I experience more of Kathmandu the mystery of such a foreign place is beginning to unfold before me like a very colorful, complex puzzle. Each time I venture out, I am able to see a bit more of the bigger picture that makes up the masterpiece of Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;**I tried to download a video of the morning sun from the house rooftop, but the Internet connection here is very slow, so most likely the blog will just have photos and no video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/feeds/4880765087306862607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/good-morning-kathmandu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/4880765087306862607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/4880765087306862607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/good-morning-kathmandu.html' title='Good Morning Kathmandu'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineYCNXpgveLy44u55rKYTGS1OWhfXTEqpfufzwi-tNvmQcCnEvcNyObX6mBC_ToVmukERGFqmOSbgIJmf8sSF-vDemAqTZR657eEeGmWhEt9kFVbbI5uGERX1SOq2YCCvLXCB9elS-OM/s72-c/IMG_0833.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Naya Bazaar, Kathmandu 44600, Nepal</georss:featurename><georss:point>27.7209794 85.304573699999992</georss:point><georss:box>27.706922900000002 85.2844037 27.7350359 85.324743699999985</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857.post-9205053444174189090</id><published>2013-03-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-16T22:31:12.418-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Buddhism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kathmandu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nepal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer flags"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="temple"/><title type='text'>The Monkey Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The stairs leading up to the Monkey Temple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After arriving at the Kathmandu airport and riding through the chaotic streets filled with motorbikes and cars weaving in and out as pedestrians cross the road at various points, I knew that I have arrived in Nepal. It is very loud, very dirty, and very dusty. If I had to sum up my first impression in just one word, it would be raw.&lt;br /&gt;
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On my first day, I had a brief orientation and language lesson at my volunteer house and then it was off to experience one of Kathmandu&#39;s greatest treasures: Swayambhunath, also known as the Monkey Temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Swayambhunath&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This mystical Buddhist temple and UNESCO World Heritage Site sits atop a hill overlooking the Kathmandu &amp;nbsp;Valley. It was definitely a hike from the volunteer house and then a steep ascent up 365 stone stairs, but the view and mystical aura of such an old and sacred place was well worth braving the mid-day sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the core of Swayambhunath lies a sacred white stupa surrounded by prayer wheels that Buddhist pilgrims turn as they walk around the stupa clockwise and recite the Mani mantra, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dharma-haven.org/tibetan/meaning-of-om-mani-padme-hung.htm&quot;&gt;Om Mani Padme Hum&lt;/a&gt;, which is said to encapsulate the essence of the Buddhist teachings in its six syllables. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Buddha&#39;s eyes and Nepali Unity symbol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Above the stupa, vibrantly-colored prayer flags hang in all directions and the vibrant eyes of Buddha are painted as if they are watching over the entire valley below. This depiction also includes the traditional Nepali symbol of Unity that is depicted as an open spiral.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was easy to understand why Swayambhunath has been nicknamed “The Monkey Temple” since so many monkeys hang out there, swinging through the trees, laying in the shade of the ancient temples, and looking for generous tourists to give them food.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Monkeys hanging out at the Monkey Temple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Although most Nepalis practice Hinduism, the second most practiced religion in the country is Buddhism and there is an overwhelming sense of respect for Buddhism because Buddha was born in southern Nepal. The country is extremely unique in this sense as both of these religions are interwoven into the cultural fabric of Nepal and its people. Even at Swayambhunath, next to the stupa lies a Hindu temple for people to worship.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we walked down the far side of the hill, other smaller temples sat underneath brightly-colored prayer flags fluttering in the wind, criss-crossed across the blue sky. Hanging prayer flags is an ancient Tibetan religious tradition that is meant to bless all living things. The flags contain symbols and prayers that are activated when the wind blows across them, bringing blessings of happiness and good fortune to all people in the countryside. The Tibetan word for prayer flag is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prayerflags.com/download/article.pdf&quot;&gt;Dar Cho&lt;/a&gt;;“Dar” means to increase life, fortune, health and wealth, and “Cho” means all sentient beings. These flags can be seen throughout the country and greater Kathmandu Valley.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/feeds/9205053444174189090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-monkey-temple.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/9205053444174189090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1671509666692297857/posts/default/9205053444174189090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeynamaste.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-monkey-temple.html' title='The Monkey Temple'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2BxSleRna7MBP5G0sLO2PX3cb3cgChBpZW6kUPVdGEuvtlG-T8K1q8AvY370k4lAUR-yrWL40gwFYkVDmSWKhAVGHOY61_uoV5-cvmhkhGu-chi356V3qNOWXIfYd0IZS1X2Ty9Y5HE/s72-c/IMG_0788.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671509666692297857.post-5033162210707613810</id><published>2013-03-13T08:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T09:12:30.337-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/531714_10101334998968284_122165761_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven&#39;t tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It&#39;s probably worth it.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;- The Beach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;After months of preparation, our adventure is finally beginning! I am at the airport on my way to Kathmandu by way of Dubai… a short 24-hour journey to the other side of the world where a completely new culture, landscape, and adventures await.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;Some people live their whole lives waiting for that perfect opportunity to travel, but Mike and I have decided that does not exist—only times that are more ideal than others. So, as we are transitioning out of our lives and jobs in Washington D.C. and moving south so I can pursue a PhD for the next five years, we thought it is now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;For the next two months, I am going to intern at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cwish.org.np/&quot;&gt;CWISH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;, a local NGO in Kathmandu that focuses on women and children’s human rights issues. During the internship, I will live in a volunteer house with 7 or 8 other international volunteers on the edge of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thamel&quot;&gt;Thamel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;, Kathmandu’s tourist district.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;After working on African human rights issues for two years at the Enough Project in D.C., I am particularly excited about this part of the trip. I will apply the skills and knowledge that I have accumulated to assist the organization and its initiatives. Through this experience, I hope to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the challenges facing women in the country, particularly the issue of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kumj.com.np/issue/29/3-4.pdf&quot;&gt;human trafficking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;, which has become a major problem in Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nepal, known as the &quot;Roof of the World&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;My husband Mike will fly out to Kathmandu to join me in mid-May for a few days of sightseeing in the Kathmandu Valley, and then we will be off to trek for a couple weeks on one of the world’s best treks—the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.backpacker.com/march2009_hiking_annapurna_circuit/destinations/12741&quot;&gt;Annapurna Circuit&lt;/a&gt;. After that it is off to Thailand for a month-long journey around Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam. Although this is definitely not enough time to see or truly experience each of these places, we are hoping to see and do as much as we can with a balance between cultural, religious, leisure, and adventure activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;This is my first blog, so as a writer you can imagine the laundry list of names we came up with for a title. Although Namaste is generally used as a greeting in Nepal, we decided to use it for our blog as more of a state of mind or sense of place. Namaste translates roughly to, “The Divine in me, honors the Divine in you.” So throughout the next four months, we are going to open our minds, replenish our souls, and learn how to experience the world in a whole new light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;Stay tuned…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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