Thought I would update some more photos… Things have been going well here. I finished my first week of teaching English and am excited to keep doing it. I teach the English Intermediate class and there is between 8 and 14 students everyday (Monday-Friday). The class is put on by an NGO called Lha that supports Tibetan Refugees. Lha provides housing, a soup kitchen, language and computer classes, as well as many other services to over 70 refugees a day (and in a remarkably small and joyfull building). My class consists of Tibetans between the ages of 20 and 40. Men, wemon, monks students, lots of different people. But, all of them are refugees from Tibet. Pretty wild situation… Some of these people are taking 3 or 4 language classes a day. And, that could consist of multiple languages (english, chinese, and french all at once) and be taking them from different organizations in town. It seems that since it is hard to find work as a refugee, they are investing their time in language skills. Although my life is pretty lax here in India as a westerner on holiday, it is very apparent that life in India is very difficult for most people – let alone a refugee here…
On my end, it is amazing how difficult it is to teach a language, let alone English. Teaching vocab of words like “vauge” or “context” is like the never ending game of dictionary dancing around words. And trying to explain English grammar is a whole other ordeal… ha ha ha but it is pushing me in a good way. I have lots of resources and feel like the students are learning and enjoying the class. “Hello teacher!” “Hi teacher” I get from some of the students as I see them walking around town. Pretty neat. Other than that just been meeting people and hangin’ out.
This is a picture of my Tibetan friend, Dawa. He works at a vegetarian restaurant that I frequent and we went on a hike the other day. We went to the neighboring Tibetan Children’s Village. The Village is a live-in-school that harbors over 2000 young Tibetans. Most of whom are orphans. From my understanding the school is funded by international donors. Dawa is standing on a wall above the dirt football (soccer) field, and part of the school is in the background.
I got super excited the other day because I found a vendor in the street selling bags of Plerotus Ostreatus. One of my absolute favorite foods back home and I grabbed some. I brought them back to the apartment and asked my host-mom if we could cook them up for dinner. I find fungal geometry very intriguing and thought I would photograph them before I devoured them! Mhwu ha ha ha!!!
This is my host-sister, Tenzin-Songmo. She was checking out my camera in my room.
I went to watch Songmo play soccer after school the other day. Way fun watching all the kidos run around on a concrete soccer field in front of the school. This is her harassing me through a window.
Walking back to the apartment….
Yesterday we went into a neighboring town for some sightseeing. This is a pretty average street seen. This town was more Indian flavor than Tibetan. Very colorful.
This was taken at sunset from the roof of the apartment I’m staying in. Telephoto-panorama (same as the very top one in this post). What can be seen here is literally only the tip of the iceberg, I’m kinda in the bottom of a valley and the peaks still look like that. When we went to the neighboring town I was reminded at how massive these ranges are. Something akin to standing at sea level, looking at Longs Peak or better yet Mt. Snuffles right in front of you, and 10 time gnarlier… This is only a barrier range as well… I’m excited to head farther north and west in a few weeks and get into the real gnar…
Je la Jung (“see you later” in Tibetan),
Thanks you for sharing Alex. This is amazing and so interesting. Take care and Im looking foward to the next up date:)
You are learning and experiencing so much Big Al!! Keep the updates coming – I love you!!!
It’s funny, almost every day, (heard it on the way to work this morning) I hear Lynryd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man”. I can never turn it off, I can only turn it up… Some people live, and look their whole lives and never achieve what you are achieving. Be proud 🙂
Don’t you worrry, you’ll find yourself.
Follow your heart, lord, and nothing else.
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try.
All I want for you my son is to be satisfied….
I am Jeoulous. Maybe some day you and I can take an adventure. Glad you are out there finding yourself!