During my recent stay in Dadhuwa, a Gurung village nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, I found myself hoping for a deeper connection with the lady of the house, Deepa. She doesn't speak any English, but her face and her actions speak volumes. Though I was only with her in her home for a brief stay, a new world - a real world unfolded in front of me. It is this world that I would like to share with you in brief. I hope to offer more insight as I gain it myself over the coming weeks when I meet her again. For now, this will have to do! I do hope you are as humbled by this description as I am.
It's one thing to pass through a Himalayan village and to briefly glimpse the inside of a home. I should know. I've seen hundreds over the past 4 years on various treks and visits to Nepal. It's also one thing to read of or hear stories of what it's like to live in a village here in the foothills of the Himalayas. However, it's quite another thing to actually experience it in the slowness of a visitor's day.
Can you imagine living without electricity? Without running water? For that matter, without accessible water or hot water for a bath on a cold day? How about a kitchen sink set up outside to share with the chickens? Can you imagine counting the number of times you've traveled in a vehicle on one hand? What about life without internet, shopping, or the need to buy the latest anti-wrinkle ointment?! Does that sound like a hard life? Is it a hard life? I don't know. Does modernity and the latest technology or convenience really make for an easier life? Again, I don't know. Fortunately, the following description has little to do with the ease or difficulty of life. It's really more about my brief encounter with a woman in her home.
Most times, when I saw Deepa she was in her throne room, which is her kitchen. It was here that she ruled and nurtured. Her home is typical of a Gurung village. It's 2 stories of mud, wood, stone, and tin. There are a few windows as natural light is their primary source of light. She does have a few solar powered lights for evening time. These were nice! The main level was all that I was exposed to. I presume the upper level was for storage and sleeping. The main level was a large room that served as kitchen, dining area, and sitting room. Really, it was more than enough.
In Deepa's kitchen, which accounts for much of the main level, she has all the basic needs. You can see in the photos a small pit dug out for fire and various cooking materials spread throughout. Notice there is no ventilation. When she is cooking, the room fills with smoke, hence the darkness of soot you can see on the wood. You don't find many chairs here! Deepa's throne is a thin matt that provides a bit of cushion and separation from the adobe floor. She spends much of her day sitting, cooking, and hosting local passersby. For the few days that I was there, I found her home to be a hub of activity. Many people came to visit. Many came for her generosity with food and milk. Every day I drank warm milk from their water buffalo! Yes - it tastes very much like you'd think! It's milk!
When it it's meal time, Deepa serves each of us, ensures we each have our fill, then collects our dishes so we'll have room to talk and move around a bit. After we are satisfied, she serves herself and eats. This is a Gurung custom. When she is finished, she carries all the dishes outside to her stone washing area. It is a square area of smooth stone a short distance from the entrance of her home. With only a pitcher of water, some ashes from the fire, and a corn husk she washes the dishes. At the evening meal, she washes in the dark.
When Deepa isn't in her kitchen, she is out in the wilderness of the village cutting grass for the many animals of their home: goats, sheep, and a water buffalo. She also has several chickens that help with the dishes. Chickens eat a lot! When her water supply is low, she walks 1-hour to the river to collect water in a metal vessel that she carries in a wicker basket and straps to her head. When the sun is out, laundry is done in a large bowl of soap and water then hung to dry after a good rinsing! The lady of the home is also responsible for all of the planting. She plants and harvests rice, beans and lentils, cucumber, onions, tomatoes, and more.
Doesn't she look like a happy queen? Watching her in her daily activities, I couldn't help but wonder about who she is on the inside. What does she think about? What does she enjoy? What brings her peace? I can't discern her heart, but I can certainly comment on her hospitality and her warmth as a host. I have a remarkable opportunity to spend 1-month with this woman in her home in the near future. I so look forward to that time! I know I will have many more stories to share from that time.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Dadhuwa
We spent this past week in a remote village in central Nepal called Dadhuwa (da-doo-wa). The way was washed out by numerous landslides so rather than bussing to this remote village, we hiked 10 hours to get there. Only one leech sighting! Within the first 40 minutes of our hike, I counted 8 road obstructions, either fallen trees or piles of rock and dirt. There were 31 obstructions in all. To say the least, the way can be dangerous during rainy season. I should also add that our hike was mostly uphill!!
Dadhuwa is a Gurung village comprised of 9 smaller villages. It is approximately 500 houses in total. There is no electricity, no running water, and no one owns a car though I saw 1 or 2 motorbikes. Water is collected via rain or at the river which is about a 1-hour walk one-way. However, modernity is not missing from this place altogether. Some families have solar powered lights (generally hand-held), radios, and even televisions. In the area that we stayed, cell phone reception was only available at the highest point of the hill. It was a little amusing to see people gathered in one spot to use their phones! There is a small medical clinic that is currently unmanned by a government appointed doctor. Instead, there is a gentleman with medical knowledge who is standing in for a doctor. Their supplies of medicine are limited as you can imagine.
There are a few shops that carry basic supplies like coke (my only caffeine source), biscuits, toothbrushes, pens, paper, alcohol, etc. Due to the many landslides along the way, supplies were scarce while we there and there were no vegetables available. We ate dal and bhat twice a day and at great expense to our hosts, consumed meat at 3-4 meals. The villagers grow their own rice, dal, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers (that was all that I saw), but vegetables are generally imported. They also keep livestock: water buffalos (I drank warm milk fresh from the water buffalo almost everyday!), goats, cows, sheep, and lots of chickens! I also saw the occasional dog.
The Gurungs have no written script! Their language is completely oral. Present day, the children learn Nepali and English pending which school they attend. Gurung is the everyday language for those that remain in the village. The caste system is still present here. I saw a glimpse of it in action. A low-caste woman came to our host family's home but she dared not set foot inside. She remained outside and spoke through the window. The constraint was not imposed by our host family but by social rules. The low-caste woman would risk death for herself if she violated these social rules despite any invitation offered. This was a new experience for me.
Gurungs practice a blend of Hinduism and Buddhism leaning predominantly toward Mahayana Buddhism. However, the Hindu influences are undeniable. Interestingly, while visiting 5-6 of these villages, I saw very few temples and/or shrines. It was explained that most worship is practiced toward shrines/idols within the home. The Gurung people are one of the least reached for the Gospel. I didn't realize it beforehand, but God brought us to this place specifically to visit with and encourage the 1 believer in the entire community. Due to the language barrier, I never spoke directly to our host family, but I found other ways to express thanks and love. My co-worker and our Nepali friend who grew up in this village shared much encouragement with them. Further, many others in the village heard the good news for the first time! Our Nepali friend explained that many are willing to listen and even ask questions, but none are prepared to make a decision. Why? The social pressure it too great. They risk losing their rights and privileges along with access to food and water supplies. The social bonds are deep. I hope to share more about what God is doing in this village in the coming weeks!
Dadhuwa is a Gurung village comprised of 9 smaller villages. It is approximately 500 houses in total. There is no electricity, no running water, and no one owns a car though I saw 1 or 2 motorbikes. Water is collected via rain or at the river which is about a 1-hour walk one-way. However, modernity is not missing from this place altogether. Some families have solar powered lights (generally hand-held), radios, and even televisions. In the area that we stayed, cell phone reception was only available at the highest point of the hill. It was a little amusing to see people gathered in one spot to use their phones! There is a small medical clinic that is currently unmanned by a government appointed doctor. Instead, there is a gentleman with medical knowledge who is standing in for a doctor. Their supplies of medicine are limited as you can imagine.
There are a few shops that carry basic supplies like coke (my only caffeine source), biscuits, toothbrushes, pens, paper, alcohol, etc. Due to the many landslides along the way, supplies were scarce while we there and there were no vegetables available. We ate dal and bhat twice a day and at great expense to our hosts, consumed meat at 3-4 meals. The villagers grow their own rice, dal, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers (that was all that I saw), but vegetables are generally imported. They also keep livestock: water buffalos (I drank warm milk fresh from the water buffalo almost everyday!), goats, cows, sheep, and lots of chickens! I also saw the occasional dog.
The Gurungs have no written script! Their language is completely oral. Present day, the children learn Nepali and English pending which school they attend. Gurung is the everyday language for those that remain in the village. The caste system is still present here. I saw a glimpse of it in action. A low-caste woman came to our host family's home but she dared not set foot inside. She remained outside and spoke through the window. The constraint was not imposed by our host family but by social rules. The low-caste woman would risk death for herself if she violated these social rules despite any invitation offered. This was a new experience for me.
Gurungs practice a blend of Hinduism and Buddhism leaning predominantly toward Mahayana Buddhism. However, the Hindu influences are undeniable. Interestingly, while visiting 5-6 of these villages, I saw very few temples and/or shrines. It was explained that most worship is practiced toward shrines/idols within the home. The Gurung people are one of the least reached for the Gospel. I didn't realize it beforehand, but God brought us to this place specifically to visit with and encourage the 1 believer in the entire community. Due to the language barrier, I never spoke directly to our host family, but I found other ways to express thanks and love. My co-worker and our Nepali friend who grew up in this village shared much encouragement with them. Further, many others in the village heard the good news for the first time! Our Nepali friend explained that many are willing to listen and even ask questions, but none are prepared to make a decision. Why? The social pressure it too great. They risk losing their rights and privileges along with access to food and water supplies. The social bonds are deep. I hope to share more about what God is doing in this village in the coming weeks!
my place of lodging |
washing dishes |
sifting chaff |
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