SASANE

I will never forget the women of SASANE. When I arrived I was immediately honored with two flower necklaces. There were around 8-10 girls waiting for me and they immediately put these beautiful hand made flower necklaces around my neck and started taking group photos. I was able to do several interviews then did a little photo shoot with each one of them. The camera seemed to make them pretty uncomfortable, and one girl asked me why I don’t shoot straight on (like a mug shot). She had never heard of someone standing sideways and looking over their shoulder for a picture.

Surrendra, my laughing newsman, asked if they could print a story about me in the Nepali National news paper. All I could think was, all of these survivors are heroes and they want to do an article about me?

I’ve decided that you must be a squirrel to cross a street in Kathmandu effectively. Dodging and darting this way and that and just when you think you have a clearing seven more motorcycles and twelve taxies come barreling down the street out of nowhere. It’s also confusing because all traffic will be going one way then you get half way across only to be walking head on into traffic coming from the other direction. Apparently the streets are one way sometimes, the other way sometimes and sometimes both ways. It changes every couple of minutes and just when it couldn’t possibly get any more chaotic, a dozen or so people will cross all the traffic carrying a huge billboard. Why did the chicken cross the road takes on a whole new meaning here.