Checking projects, traveling high up the mountains

Boy up a tree, showing off.



One of the open taps in this project, still working since it was completed in 2010.  They had put on new taps, no doubt for our benefit.  They claimed the taps were 18 months old, someone else said 1 month old--they should check with each other to keep their stories straight.  But, the project was still working!



This is the most industry we saw in this area.  Yes, many grow crops of one kind or another, but we saw a very large building just full of chickens.  Elder Rempp was jealous--he has a few chickens right now.  These are chickens to be eaten, his are layers.



They have many of these little tractors, that really help them to move materials.  Jim is having fun here.



This is another 2010 project, done by TRUST.  When we came in 2010 these doors did not close, but they do now.  The problem was that a pipe had broken near the source and they had not bothered to fix it.  This was a community problem.  It would be an easy fix, and a cheap one, but they claimed they had no money and no one was contributing.  They probably stopped contributing money when the water stopped coming.  E/S Rempp will go back here and try to get them to fix it.  This was very disappointing.   These latrines and the water was for the school.

We stopped for lunch at a local place.  It was full of flies, and the cutting board she was using to chop up the vegetables (plate in the middle of the table) so none of us touched those uncooked veggies.  Rakesh on the left, member of TRUST on the right.  Note he is eating Nepal style with his fingers.

This is the stove they use at this little restaurant.  Isn't it cool?  It is made out of bricks, then plastered over.



This is the road we traveled for so many hours up in the hills.  This was a wide place in this road, that became so narrow at times he had to look out his window to see if the wheels were still on the road.  It was a cavernous drop off the road.



The very beginning of our hike on the narrow trail, on the edge of cliffs.

Jim at the stream below the spring, where this group wants to pump the water into 3 tanks above, using city electricity.

Tufts of grass grow out of the mountain, looking a bit like hair--so interesting.

TRUST worker, Rakesh, Elders Rempp & Greding at the spring.  There is another little temple off to the above right in that dark opening.



This is the lady that held my hand so I wouldn't slip off the trail.  I kiddingly called her my 'Sherpa.'  She lives right behind this picture, house set higher yet on the hill.  As you can see, we are very high up.



These little children never smile for the photo unless you ask them to.



This is the location of one of the tanks.  As you can see, it is being dug at the edge of the mountain, cliffs below.  When lorries can go no further, they hand carry the building materials the rest of the way.





This woman had been there since 4 AM and it was almost 12 hours later that she was there to reach into the opening and hope for the recharge.  So far, she had only filled 3 containers.



Rakesh by the woman and her helpers (or were they in line waiting too?).  The girls in uniform had recently finished school for the day. 



During the dry season, this spring is only open twice a day and only one bucket per household is allowed per day.  That is why this area is asking for assistance so that they will have water always.



This is the little school that will be helped if we do this project.  They need more water here.



After we finally were finished, we continued on our way, hitting tarmac in a heavy rain.  When we reached the pinacle of the mountain there was this large temple.  Our driver (left) and Rakesh went in to worship.  I was not allowed in but could take a picture.  You have to remove your shoes.



The temple was built by a man who ruined (cut up) his hands building one in Kathmandu.  He built this one with his feet, as Rakesh tells me this story.  Now, that is dedication to his God.
We are relieved to finally go back to the hotel.  I purchased tiny little dollies on a string from a very persuasive young boy.  He had such the personality that Jim, unable to get him down on his price, gave him even more afterwards.  He was so cute!