First day at work

Posted: April 8, 2017 in Nepal
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At 7.30 AM our alarm clock does what the rooster has been trying for hours (kick us out of bed) and we get dressed. Breakfast consists or white rice, lentils and fried potatoes, which Jyoti has cooked for us in the little kitchen inside their shack. There’s two burners, besides a fridge that doesn’t run and is used for storage, a cupboard and that’s basically it. No counters, all preparation is done on the floor. Which is also where we sit while eating. (Jyoti prefers we don’t take pictures of the kitchen because she’s embarrassed about everything being broken and old).

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It’s definitely not the breakfast we’re used to, but it’s something we’ll be eating a lot of these coming days. Daal bhaat (rice and lentils) is the staple food in Nepal, and can be served for any meal.

Around 10 o’ clock we leave for work, slathered in suntan lotion and with a bottle of water each. It turns out there’s a less steep way to get down to the road, which we happily decided to take, and make our way down towards the highway. Besides the road conditions seeming unusual to us for a highway, another difference is the highway doesn’t have any exits. As long as we don’t miss the muddy slope to get to work we’re sure to find our way.

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Off to work it is, walking along the dusty highway, with trucks, buses and mopeds passing us. Horns are honked when a vehicle nears a bend in the road, when a vehicle is going to pass, or when the vehicle’s wheels are turning. About halfway there’s a crew working on the road, greetings are exchanged, Namaste! After 30 minutes we reach ‘our’ muddy slope, now we just have to get up the hill.

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Our job for today is moving a pile of bricks. The truck has dropped them at the closest point it could get (‘Huh, trucks can get up here?’), but they have to be brought over to the construction site. We have gloves, a wheelbarrow and a lot of bricks, and get to work. It’s hot and dusty, before long we’re all covered in orange powder. The family offers us some home made Lassi, which we refuse because we’re afraid it has been made with tap water. Apparently most Nepali in this region drink the tap water. They either get sick and die or build a resistance, but we’re bound to get sick if we try it. We accept some hot tea.

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After lunch, instant noodles which we brought from home in our lunch boxes, we’re making good progress. But it’s getting very hot, and the water bottles we brought with us this morning are running very low. We assumed we’d be able to get water near the construction site, but there’s no shops on top of the hill. It’s unclear whether we can get filtered or boiled water from the family we’re working with, and while we do have tablets to purify water, all of us have left them back at the house.

We decide to take a chance on the water that was offered (which we haven’t regretted), stocked up on plastic bottles to fill back at Shyam’s place with the water filter and carry our tablets with us now.

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Back home we’re greeted by the children living on the hill, who fire off all the questions they know in English (which turns out to be surprisingly many). We take turns entertaining the children and taking cold showers to wash of the dust.

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Comments
  1. Mam says:

    Dearest, thank you again. It all sounds so cosy and fascinating, as well as super hard work. Hope the cold shower is not too much of a good thing – shower is brilliant – the cold part perhaps too much. I imagine that when you return that you will avoid potatoes, rice and lentils 🙂 though for a steady vegetarian diet this sounds perfect. At least you see what you are eating
    Much love xxxxx

    • jadeontour says:

      It gets very hot here in the afternoon, with all the walking and working the cold showers are fine, as long as we have them before it cools down. We’re definitely going to be avoiding rice for a while when we’re back!

  2. Mam says:

    Oh, cooking and eating on the floor sounds to normal to me, when I was small my best friend came from Jordan and everyone cooked and ate like this x

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