The first week

The first three nights were quiet complicate. Because of the jet lag I couldn't sleep properly and between two and four in the morning I woke up due to my stomach asking me for food. But after some days it past.
My first day, the kids didn't have school due to winter holidays so I was playiong with them all the time. The true is that during the day the temperature easily raise the 20 degrees, but in the night is diferent. Really cold. So I played with them all the day, teaching them a spanish game that they really liked. During the morning we play in the orphanage but in the afternoon we went to a nearly field. In that field, instantly after we started, a lot of people from the nearest houses came out to wacht me, and a lot of kids were wachting without wanted to play, maybe because they were quiet scare. The people was smiling al the time and loughing.
The next day, because I didn't have nothing to do I went with the children to the school, and then, al the days. After arrived by bus, Bhola, a teacher and the second director offered me a te and some conversation. Really kind. Then, the principal, Sangeeta, did the same and Like that I spent al the morning chating hours with both. I'm invated to teach whenever I want.
When the classes finish I come back with the children to the orphanage walking, because there's no bus. There's no bus because the driver wnet somewhere to get fuel, I don't know how, but he didn't get it. Teh road is like a rural one in Europe, full of traffic, with constant traffic jams, sorrounded but rubbish everywhere and fake products markets.
When we arrived to the orphanage I help the children with the homework and after dinner we play a tickle war. As I'm very tickly, they enjoy too much with me. At hte end, I finish laying down on the floor, with the three kids over me, singing and the two girls singin with them as they play cards. When I say that is time to bed they show me postal card sent from another volunteers.
On friday I came back to school. Again the same routine. First conversation with the really kind Bhola, and then with the principal. She offered me to take me to the centre and show me it. As we will need the motorbike, first she take it to a garage when it's said that need to be fixed so we decide to go walking around. But no, as we were walking 20 min. we take a taxi and g oto one of the nearest hills that sorround Kathmandu. Ther she take me to the temple of the Sleeping Vishnu and then to the top of the mountain, to the doors of Shivapuri National Parks, there she show me a meditation centre and we have food in a nearly restaurant. I'm invated by her. I ate momo, tibetan food. We don't stop ot talk about cultural diferences, the orphanage, school, Nepal and more. Invitations don't stop to come, to a pic-nic, to go to her natal village where she wants to built another school. Then she offered me to work there.
Nepal is a country with fabulous people. Quickly they become your friends offering all that they can and helping you a lot. At the same time everyone helps the others, even if he or she is needing help.
when the school finish I took the children to he orphanage by taxi. Then we go to play to the field and is the first time that other children come ot play. We were around 15. People is all around making bonfire so we can see in the dark.
Saturday morning kids take their weekly shower and in the afternoon I takle them to the cinema. This is a curius experience. People shout, whistle, and clap when the good boy come to save the girl from the hands of the bad one, that happens a lot of times in the movie.
In sunday, Rajendra invate us, me and Anna, to visit his natal village, near to the city of Dadhin, in the south. The travel is just horrible, sitting in a van full of people three hours and a half.
At the arriving, we have to take another bus to the top of the hills, where is the village. The trip in the bus is amazing. a 20 m bus that goes up to the top of the mountain by a really small and narrow road full of holes that make the trip really funny jumping all the time in the seat.
When we arrived thje sight is great. In the bottom of the valley, close to the river lays Dadhin. sorrounded by mountains lowered than 1000 m. that let see the Himalayan range, with the snowed peaks.
To come back to kathmandu, I suffer during four hours in a bus with 15 seat, in which are travelling around 25 persons sit, 15 on their foots, and 20 in the roof.
I have get used to the nepali way of life quiet quickly. The true is that I'm not living like a tourist, I living like a nepali, and frequently I can't avoid wish be in Europe with more facilities. But I hold on and the recompense will be bigger, or at least I hope.