Dhulikhel village, Sunday morning, 10/18/15

After breakfast at Dhulikhel resort, we set out from there on a hike to a village above.  The path was a bit sketchy, but we were up for it; we'd been advised to take our walking poles.  Our journey overall was about two hours and it was one more eye-opener.  This area of Nepal seemingly can grow anything; stick a toothpick in the ground and it would probably grow into a tree.  Surprisingly, the Kathmandu area of Nepal is roughly on the same latitude as Tampa, Florida.  

We had to pass by the "Security Post" at the resort exit before heading up the hill.  Anybody home?

We met the old fella on the right as he was coming down the hill.  He'd picked the squash (?) to take home for dinner.  Krish, our guide, on the left, is displaying the rope "thingee" natives use to haul heavy loads.

This pretty girl and her brother were filling their buckets from a hose (out of photo).  The hose water comes directly from a spring (according to our guide).  Then they carry the heavy buckets back uphill to their house. I imagine this is an everyday chore. 

Mom came down the path to help her children and agreed to a family pose for the Americans.  They spoke a smidgen of English and we carried on a vary rudimentary conversation!  

We continued our way up the hill and came to this widow woman's house.  The second story -- the sleeping portion -- of her home collapsed in the April 2015 earthquake.  No one was injured, thank goodness.  Don't ask me how they got a metal "Quonset" hut up the hill and set it next to the home you see below, but that's where she sleeps now.  She spoke some English, but our guide, Krish, was the translator who helped us all out.

All the dried corn had to be moved to this area.

And this area inside the house is where she cooks ....

She demonstrated her cutting and hauling techniques for us.  I don't remember what they called the rope thingee ... one end slides over the basket and the other end sits atop her head, but I tried it on and IT WAS HEAVY ... and that's without 50 pounds of grain in it AND walking uphill.  Strong woman.  Very sweet lady, too, she hugged each of us and kissed our foreheads as we left.

Guinea pig.  (Watch it, look at the scythe in my right hand!)

The pink house is a standout, yes?

Outdoor washing.  Nice towel.  The End.  


  1. Glad you didn't have to haul that grain too far. What an amazing trip.

  2. I've seen teeny-tiny village women in Turkey haul immense loads with ease like they weighed nothing ... these women looked like the wind would blow them over ... hidden strengths.


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