What started off to be a cold morning, turned into a hot afternoon. However now I have a blanket wrapped around me in the internet cafe because I am cold again.
At 6pm this evening I sat on our balcony and watched the world go by. The things I see make me laugh and cry and some things leave me gobsmacked (especially the lack of health and safety).
A small white dog lives on the roof top of the building below. His shelter is a sheet of metal about 2ft x 10ft. It rests along a low wall and only leaves a small triangular area inside for the poor dog to rest and shelter from the sun and rain. He is chained up and can only move about a metre outside his shelter. He has two bowls, one is turned upside down (probably his water bowl) and the other has some creamy coloured yukky goo in it. I rarely see anyone pay him a visit, cuddle or play with him. It is a very sad sight.
On the same roof, but at the other end, an extention is being built ontop the the exsisting shoddy built high rise. Bamboo canes are supporting the newly laid concrete roof.
Across the valley three young girls are playing frisbee on the roof of a house, a shaky handrail is their only protection from the 30ft drop.
Two cows are eating, what looks like someone's washing from a line.
A man is washing in a bucket below my room , he has no idea I am watching him.
Two teenage Tibetan monks are laughing and joking about outside a sweet shop while chatting on their mobile phones.
As I look around I see pray flags everywhere. How did they get there? I have no idea how anyone could get up the side of a steep mountain, climb a tree (60ft) and then drape a 50ft chain of flags down the valley and tie it off on another tree.
The ladies are working hard at the Green Hotel, cleaning and watering plants on our breakfast veranda.
I have just spotted our Canadian nun friend Kass. She is walking back to her home low down in the valley. Its a steep decline and she uses a stick. When she arrives home, she is met by open sewers and damp in her home. She prays and meditates a lot and is working hard to translate Tibetan manuscripts.
The little white dog has just popped his head out of his metal home. He must be hungry.
A baby boy is sitting in a baby walkers and several small kids are pushing him about. He is only a metre away from a 20ft drop off the side of the mountain. Not an adult in sight.
A toddler is screaming as his mother tries to bathe him in a cold bucket of water.
I hear motorbikes and car horns, the noise echo's off the mountain range. I can hear the clatter and chatter of people around me.
Yum I smell someone cooking, I'm hungry. Off to Nick's for dinner.
Karen x
At 6pm this evening I sat on our balcony and watched the world go by. The things I see make me laugh and cry and some things leave me gobsmacked (especially the lack of health and safety).
A small white dog lives on the roof top of the building below. His shelter is a sheet of metal about 2ft x 10ft. It rests along a low wall and only leaves a small triangular area inside for the poor dog to rest and shelter from the sun and rain. He is chained up and can only move about a metre outside his shelter. He has two bowls, one is turned upside down (probably his water bowl) and the other has some creamy coloured yukky goo in it. I rarely see anyone pay him a visit, cuddle or play with him. It is a very sad sight.
On the same roof, but at the other end, an extention is being built ontop the the exsisting shoddy built high rise. Bamboo canes are supporting the newly laid concrete roof.
Across the valley three young girls are playing frisbee on the roof of a house, a shaky handrail is their only protection from the 30ft drop.
Two cows are eating, what looks like someone's washing from a line.
A man is washing in a bucket below my room , he has no idea I am watching him.
Two teenage Tibetan monks are laughing and joking about outside a sweet shop while chatting on their mobile phones.
As I look around I see pray flags everywhere. How did they get there? I have no idea how anyone could get up the side of a steep mountain, climb a tree (60ft) and then drape a 50ft chain of flags down the valley and tie it off on another tree.
The ladies are working hard at the Green Hotel, cleaning and watering plants on our breakfast veranda.
I have just spotted our Canadian nun friend Kass. She is walking back to her home low down in the valley. Its a steep decline and she uses a stick. When she arrives home, she is met by open sewers and damp in her home. She prays and meditates a lot and is working hard to translate Tibetan manuscripts.
The little white dog has just popped his head out of his metal home. He must be hungry.
A baby boy is sitting in a baby walkers and several small kids are pushing him about. He is only a metre away from a 20ft drop off the side of the mountain. Not an adult in sight.
A toddler is screaming as his mother tries to bathe him in a cold bucket of water.
I hear motorbikes and car horns, the noise echo's off the mountain range. I can hear the clatter and chatter of people around me.
Yum I smell someone cooking, I'm hungry. Off to Nick's for dinner.
Karen x
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