I arrived in the village at 5 o’clock on the Sunday night after a 45 minute plane journey, 8.5 hours in a rickety bus that drove on a windy and bumpy road (after that I felt a bit sick) and a 1.5 hour walk. But finally we arrived at the school. We were all in good condition (well almost). My family, Linda and Lesley (from my mum’ work) all looked around the school for about 30 minutes. Lesley and my mum must have felt real pride that they’ve helped the village build this school. Then Apple (our guide) took us down to where we were going to stay. It was the house of Barcrisnar, Tika, Monica and the new addition, Jessica.
The house was made out of clay, rock and wood. The food Tika cooked was absolutely lovely and nutritious (all home grown.) The first night we had chicken, potatoes, green beans and rice, lots and lots of rice! You had to eat everything and I mean everything, otherwise they would find it really rude because that’s all they have.
It was getting late and we had traveled a long way so we ‘hit the sack’. All four of us crammed in one small room.
In the morning the school teachers and children invited us o a welcome ceremony. Dances, singing and speeches all went on. A boy called Santosh was really good at dancing; he even made it up himself. After that me and Tommy got up in front of over one hundred people and made a speech. I felt proud and nervous at the same time. Soon after we were given some beautiful and colourful garlands, they smelt lovely and fresh (that’s because they were.) We also were given a silk scarf which means good luck and keep safe. At the end we gave out some toys and sweets. I felt really happy for them.
Later on we asked the teacher if he wanted to play football with us and is there anyone else that would want to play. He said “yes,” so he went off and came back with about seven other people all about my age. Santosh is a very good footballer and so were some of his friends. One boy was playing without any shoes on (ouch,) it was very different to back in England.
So then we finished up and went back for dinner. After we had dinner it started to absolutely chuck it down with rain therefore we couldn’t go outside and play. Then apparently a tree fell on the electricity line so we had a power cut for twenty four hours.
In the morning, we got up and at 10:00 Tom and I went to school. The school started at 10:00-3:30pm. There were about six to fifteen people in a class. Tom and I were in the same class with people aged ten to thirteen (well seven if you count Tom.) The lessons aren’t much different to ours. Their lessons are Math, English, Nepali, Grammar, Social exercise, computer study (with no computer) and break. What was different is that they had no white board, library, or displays on the walls, and there were no lights in the class room. They just talked and wrote in text books and the teachers used a blackboard. It was an amazing experience. The day finished with Social exercise (football.)
At the end of the day, we were going to go down to the house when my mum and dad’s head popped up above the hill and said “we’re going to have a meeting with the teachers so you play football.” Then out of nowhere Santosh appeared and joined in and played football with us. The meeting was for my mum and Lesley to find out what they still need to make it a better school. They agreed to build a well next to give the children fresh water.
Tommy and I donated £20 from our pocket money to buy something for the children to play with. The teachers asked my mum to send a photo of Tommy and I to put on the walls of the office – we were a bit embarrassed! When the meeting had finished we had to say “good- bye” forever because in the morning we needed to leave the village by 8am. We were all very sad and in tears to leave the village and our new friends.