A couple of years ago I was laid in bed after a heavy weekend watching a travel documentary and thinking I’d never get it together to actually go see the world first hand. Destined would I be to forever watch the world through the screen of my laptop. The programme featured some paddy fields in China and I was mesmerized by the engineering behind it and the way the family worked to plant and harvest the rice. They were not only incredibly well designed but natural and beautiful, carved into the landscape.
3 years on and I am finally traveling (hooray) and have stumbled into the beautiful country of Nepal. Staying in the wonderful hilly area of Dhading, just outside of Kathmandu I am surrounded by paddy fields!
Half of my heart belongs to Nepal and even after 22 years, I still want to go back.
This is not the story of today, neither of a few years back. This story dates back to nearly two decades ago when I first visited Nepal. Probably, most of the people reading this now were either enjoying their awesome childhood or not even born. I made many precious memories in Nepal from my four visits. I was not trekking or climbing there and still, there was a lot to see and experience. Half of my heart belongs to Nepal and even after 22 years, I still want to go back.
The author Anita Desai once said “Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow” and I find myself agreeing.
We can all accept that life is unpredictable and it’s this search for order amid all of life’s chaos that keeps us moving forward. When I chose to journey to Nepal to complete my Master’s in Public Health Practicum, I was unaware of the full spiritual journey I was about to embark on.
I chose Nepal partly because access to clean water is difficult to a majority of the country. As well as the opportunity arising with International Medical Relief to be able to volunteer with a group of respiratory therapists, nurses, and physicians at local clinics in the valley.
Ok, let’s take some time to relive those moments once again. It all started with a plan, a plan to conquer the height, win over the difficulty.
A trip to Paanch Pokhari
The days were counted watching google maps and making plans after plans. 1st May was the day noted down to embark the journey and this date caused us for our first let backs. No public transport was available on this day named as Labor Day (Majdur Diwas). Hence a bold decision was made to move with Bikes…