Namaste.
It was two years since the end of my VSO placement and I had been looking forward
to returning to Besisahar. My plans to visit some of the schools I had worked
with around Besisahar were however scuppered by the Nepali election. Sadly, the
time I had set aside to spend there just happened to be the days around
the election. Schools in Nepal had been
allowed to close during this time so that teachers whose homes were elsewhere
in the country could travel home to vote.
I contacted one headteacher whose school I was
keen to visit. He messaged me back to say “Come today as it is the last day
before the school closes”. (See an earlier blog entry from March 2014 "Mountains in the Sun" about this school and community.)
My hope of catching a jeep up to the school faded, when the ticket seller told me that the next one would be leaving during the afternoon. Much too late for visiting the school, so the only option was to walk. I knew from past experience that it was a long hard walk; three hours with the last hour being up steep steps that clung to a cliff edge. The overall climb was around 1000 metres, similar to climbing Ben Nevis! My legs were aching by the time I reached the top!
My hope of catching a jeep up to the school faded, when the ticket seller told me that the next one would be leaving during the afternoon. Much too late for visiting the school, so the only option was to walk. I knew from past experience that it was a long hard walk; three hours with the last hour being up steep steps that clung to a cliff edge. The overall climb was around 1000 metres, similar to climbing Ben Nevis! My legs were aching by the time I reached the top!
Just before I reached the village it was lovely to meet Samjhana, one of my
Nepali colleagues from Global Action Nepal.
She was just leaving after one of her community visits. I knew she was working ‘in
the field’ and had not expected to meet up with her.
When I arrived at the school Bil, the headteacher, was teaching. As I was very hot from the long stiff climb it was good to sit
down in the shade and take in the surroundings. Everything looked so similar.
The view was as I remembered, with the snow capped mountains of Manuslu towering in
the distance behind the school. The atmosphere of the school was quiet,
everyone was working hard.
After the lesson I was greeted as a friend by Bil, the Headteacher. He was proud to show me some of the recent improvements he had made to the school, both as a result of my suggestions and guidance, and from his own initiative.
I was delighted to see classrooms with learning aids displayed on the walls, something I had been keen to see introduced in the schools that I worked in. In some classrooms students work was displayed too. An English lesson I observed had Tulsi, the young female teacher I had helped train during her first week of teaching, confidently questioning the students and asking them to write answers onto the whiteboard.
During the midday break I was impressed with two things. Firstly in the computer room groups of girls were clustered around the computers researching for their schoolwork. Two years previously the boys had dominated the computers, and the girls seemed to be lacking in confidence in this area.
Also the school library was in use this break time, with girls obviously enjoying reading the books there.
Secondly, Bil showed me the new dining area, which had been created just outside the school perimeter. Benches had been set up under a corrugated iron roof. Here two village women cooked for the youngest students, to provide food at lunchtime. During my visits to the school two years ago, I had discussed with Bil how I felt the younger children suffered a loss of concentration during the afternoon, possibly due to lack of food and hunger.
The school dining area. |
Traditionally children eat dhal baat in the morning before leaving home for school, and then again in the evening before bed. That left a long time between meals, especially for children who had around an hour to walk to school before lessons. Bil had enlisted the aid of a kind woman from Germany, Mrs Verena Schlemier, who happened to pass and visit the school. She agreed to donate and fund raise to finance food for these children at lunchtime each day.
There were a couple of visitors at the school that day, from the Gurkha Welfare Trust, and so the school held a welcome ceremony at the end of the afternoon for the visitors. Garlands of flowers were presented to each person, and Bil explained to the students, sitting on the grass, why these visitors were important to the school. Despite me being a last minute visitor, I too was presented with garlands. After school finished I was lucky to be given a lift back to Besisahar in the Gurkha Welfare Trust jeep, instead of the long walk back.