Holy moly am I computer illiterate or what?? I mean look at the size of those photos geezzz laweezz. I thought they were going to be smaller, my apologies everyone. I'm also embarrassed that you all can see my face so enlarged. Eeep,
Anyways, shout out to UCLA. I see your sweater walking around in a bazaar in little ol' Dang, Nepal. Oakland is also well represented out here on a popular sweater. Who would've known we were so internationally known? ;)
-Bowa
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Cambodia pictures- a brief and overdue update
Hi everyone,
I'm here in Tulsipur bazaar, having finished a piece of roti and milk tea for breakfast. I'm waiting for my counterpart (aka Nepali friend) to call me then we will be on our way to work on the production of more improved cook stoves for village families. Improved cook stoves replace open mud stoves --which produces an unhealthy amount of smoke-- with mud stoves that have chimneys attached. With the attachment of a chimney, smoke should find its way up and outside the home rather than filling the lungs of the cooks.
I don't have much to say right now.
Just sorta bored so I felt I should update those who read this blog.
Shout out to Miss Dung Lana Phi for the care package that arrived yesterday for me! I didn't realize how much I love Goldfish crackers until yesterday. Thank you so much for the munchies; I'll eat them well, I promise! And hopefully I will ration it so it's not gone by the end of this week.
These are well overdue, but here are some photos of my trip to Cambodia back in July 2014.
Stay classy my loves.
-Bora
I'm here in Tulsipur bazaar, having finished a piece of roti and milk tea for breakfast. I'm waiting for my counterpart (aka Nepali friend) to call me then we will be on our way to work on the production of more improved cook stoves for village families. Improved cook stoves replace open mud stoves --which produces an unhealthy amount of smoke-- with mud stoves that have chimneys attached. With the attachment of a chimney, smoke should find its way up and outside the home rather than filling the lungs of the cooks.
I don't have much to say right now.
Just sorta bored so I felt I should update those who read this blog.
Shout out to Miss Dung Lana Phi for the care package that arrived yesterday for me! I didn't realize how much I love Goldfish crackers until yesterday. Thank you so much for the munchies; I'll eat them well, I promise! And hopefully I will ration it so it's not gone by the end of this week.
These are well overdue, but here are some photos of my trip to Cambodia back in July 2014.
Stay classy my loves.
-Bora
Monday, November 3, 2014
On my bus ride today
On my bus ride from Butwal to Kathmandu...
a pig crossed the highway,
later a family of ducks,
then we passed a tribe of monkeys,
but before that we passed an elephant,
then I watched a lady carrying a very large bag of stuff using the side of her face,
then we passed a man beating a lady on the head,
and we forgot our bus conductor at a bus stop,
but he hitched a ride with a pick up truck and caught up to us and jumped back on,
then I almost got left behind after our lunch stop because I eat so slow,
and early on we passed a dead dog,
then at the tail end of our trip we passed another dead dog,
and we crossed the london bridge (said the nepali sign),
and I ate a cucumber from a street vendor,
and just before we entered Kathmandu we were passed up by a motorcycle gang with go-pro cameras on their helmets.
Definitely different from my bus rides in the United States.
a pig crossed the highway,
later a family of ducks,
then we passed a tribe of monkeys,
but before that we passed an elephant,
then I watched a lady carrying a very large bag of stuff using the side of her face,
then we passed a man beating a lady on the head,
and we forgot our bus conductor at a bus stop,
but he hitched a ride with a pick up truck and caught up to us and jumped back on,
then I almost got left behind after our lunch stop because I eat so slow,
and early on we passed a dead dog,
then at the tail end of our trip we passed another dead dog,
and we crossed the london bridge (said the nepali sign),
and I ate a cucumber from a street vendor,
and just before we entered Kathmandu we were passed up by a motorcycle gang with go-pro cameras on their helmets.
Definitely different from my bus rides in the United States.
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