Already, my time in Hetauda is done and I head now to Chitwan. I remain unconvinced about my ability to teach English, with several of the girls already developing worrying Black Country accents, but we’ve had a lot of fun trying, and my Nepali has come on nicely. Once again, the group here have amazed me with their kindness and enthusiasm towards me, which has been quite overwhelming. We’ve enjoyed plenty of Art and, thanks to Nick’s imagination, built a volleyball court and painted the classroom building bright blue. This proved particularly good fun and there were a lot of laughs as we left our colourful handprints daubed across the outside. Then, of course there was the mosaic class, and the girls have produced some very impressive work. Against the odds, we sourced some tiles, made a mess, and completed the order in the nick of time. We all enjoyed it and it was great to see the girl’s progress over the weeks, both with their mosaics, and their ever increasing smiles and confidence. Feeling rather tired then, it’s time to move on again and as I walked out of the refuge, there were a lot of sad faces. With more roadblocks forecast, I made an early dash for Chitwan and I was sent on my way with flowers, good wishes, and a few tears. It was certainly an emotional moment and as I walked away, little Sunita jumped in front of me before grabbing my leg to stop me from leaving. It was one of the hardest moments in my life to give her a hug before moving her to one side and walking on. She was still clinging to my arm as the motorbike pulled away, and then I was gone.
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