Friday, March 2, 2012

Friday 17/2 2012

I believe we all heartily welcomed the late start of today's program. However, no matter if the time was spent relaxing or by playing table tennis, it still couldn't calm our excitement for what was going to happen today.
Today was the day where we were all going to the Peace Home orphanage, but first we had to endure the one and a half hour long drive from the platform to where it is located.
Upon arrival at the orphanage - or rather a few minutes prior, as we picked her up on the way - we met the warden of the orphanage who greeted us with a nice chat about it - of course accompanied by a sweet cup of Nepalese tea.
The children of the orphanage were still at school at that time so we were able to begin satisfying our hungry bellies with a nice, large portion of Daalbhat. We didn't finish eating up before the children slowly began to come home from school. The schools in Nepal end their classes early on fridays, we had been told by the warden as a slight uncertainty about when the children would be home had arisen among us.
As we finished our meal, it was time for a Tour de Peace Home. And very much like the Tour de France, this was done at quite a tempo. On top of this heavy pace, entering a room required taking off your shoes whilst an eager child was dragging you by the arm trying to show you every single little nook and cranny of the place. And meanwhile you were also trying to have a conversation with another child who was just as eager to follow you but simply hadn't gotten hold of your arm yet.
All in all, it wasn't really a bad thing but much rather added to the exciting experience it was to visit the orphanage.
The whole thing was rounded up with a game of "round bat" which the children really seemed to enjoy, and even though it came off as a bit confusing to us, we quickly grasped the essence of their ruleset.
But it wasn't long before it was time to turn our heads back towards Kathmandu; however, there was still plenty of time for a photo session. Countless pictures - and that is without exaggeration - were taken in various combinations of us and the children, so when Jinita called for the final shot, it was with a tiny bit of relief but a huge amount of sadness that we had to leave and possibly never come back again.

I think it goes without saying that today we had an experience memorable for at least a few life times to come.

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