Continuing on… The littlest brother, who calls me "brotterrr!!", worked on his English homework for a bit, though his ADD hampered things, while the family's grandpa popped in and out to shout random Nepali jokes (I think) at us. I just giggled awkwardly since I had no idea what he was saying. A bit later I met Stan, a fellow college student volunteering who is living with the same family. We went off to rent a bootleg copy of "The Kite Runner" and watch it on the orphanage's TV, but it only took about five minutes before I completely passed out. Forty minutes later the neighborhood's electricity was cut off (no electricity at night) and we all abandoned ship.
8pm is family dinner time, so Stan & I returned to our house to eat with all seven family members. Apparently missing a family meal is a big taboo here. Every meal consists of "dal bhat," a platter of rice, lentil soup, and veggie curry any regular of the
This is definitely going to be one of the hardest (psychologically speaking, at least) things I've ever done, no doubt… but wow. The people here are amongst the friendliest and most open I've ever met, the scenery (black-smoke belching psuedo-bus-van-things aside) is gorgeous, … wow, just wow.
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