And you should have seen the other guy... :) You know if this whole PA school/Med school thing doesn't work out for us, I think we're prime candidates for the next biggest horror flick. Today, Nepal celebrated the chaotic holiday of "Holy". The streets were literally running red from millions of water balloons filled with colored dyes and overly eager, punk Nepali teenagers bombing tourists with handfuls of powder dyes, paint, and buckets of water. After we sprinted all the way through the gauntlet and made it back to our hotel, we spent two hours washing ourselves and all of our clothes hopelessly trying to get all the ink out. Let's just say that my hair still looks like pink troll hair and I've destroyed yet another set of clothes. Happy "Holy"!
I've been looking through all the pictures on my camera trying to find the perfect picture to really portray the entire essence of all that Nepal is, thick with idiosyncracies and anomalies....and here is the picture that I believe shows it like none other. This picture is actually completely candid and I took it when I was actually snapping pictures of the women dancing at the wedding party but just happened to catch this woman in mid-spin and sporting the perfect expression that really says it all.
Most of the time the children here are irresistably adorable, but there are the occasional few that come closer to bearing likeness to "Children of the Corn". Like the ones that followed us in droves for miles as we speed-hiked back to our village, repeatedly screaming to know our names, where we lived, where we came from, what we were doing, and when exactly we were going to give them money.
She's the adorable cleaning lady at the clinic in Phalebas. Believe it or not her job description is listed as "Peon" in the clinic's annual report. Wouldn't you love to be hired on with the official job title of "Peon"? She was lovely minus the minor fact that she would enthusiastically pet my arm in a weird, awkward way. And she cleaned up all the crap that fell from the resident rat that rally raced in our bedroom's rafters every night.
Do you recognize that old woman in the middle? That's my crazy, cackling grandmother in her full electrostatic essence, folks. Sorry, just had to post another one photo of her to really capture her look.
This was our jeep ride on the way to the remote mountain village of Phalebas. The roads are so horrendous that you have to search out a jeep driver crazy enough to attempt the steep roads that nervewrackingly hug the side of a cliff and run parallel to a swift Class V rafting river.
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