Only 15 months after the fact, I finally got around to editing Ryan's birth story. It was just published in Pregnancy and Newborn Magazine! Check it out here.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Road Trip
You can always rely on sleepy Pokhara for some quality R&R time away from chaotic Kathmandu. With Memorial Day on Monday and a local holiday on Wednesday, we decided to take one day off for a nice five-day weekend. The original plan was to go to nearby Bhutan, but the first class airfare, nationally mandated $250/day tourist fee (each!) and geographical similarities to Nepal made us reconsider. After much deliberation, we next decided on Oman. That's definitely different. But when I saw the temperatures hitting 120 F (plus I think there are like seven shade trees in the country) and Elyse read about the coronavirus on the Arabian Peninsula, we again changed our minds. With little time or energy for more planning, we settled on tried and true Pokhara. Sure we'd been there before, but it's a great little town surrounded by traditional Nepal. To make it at least a little different, though, we agreed to stay in new (to us) and more upscale lodgings. As one can see below, this really is a beautiful country well worth a visit.
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| Ryan's got her road trippin' pig tails in and is ready to roll. |
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| The Old Bandipur Inn was so old fashioned even the photos came out in sepia tones. |
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| Panorama from the Barahi Hotel, downtown Pokhara. Machapuchare (Fish Tail) is the pointy one in the center. |
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| Night #2: Fish Tail Lodge |
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| View during breakfast. More Fish Tail! |
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| Last stop, Tiger Mountain Lodge. Ten km from Pokhara and on a quiet hillside, we had our own bungalow. |
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| Ryan, "exploring the space." She needs more cowbell. |
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| We had the whole resort to ourselves, including the hillside pool. Himalayas behind the clouds. |
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Last Batch
We brewed our last beer in Kathmandu this weekend. I think we'll have to name this one Pheri Bethaula Brew, or "See You Again." We're not leaving yet, but we're almost under the three month mark. This beer should have been completed a few weeks ago, but there were was a bug infestation in our specialty grains. Such is life as a home brewer in Kathmandu. This one is a pale ale and if it's as hoppy as I hope, I'll be happy.
Elyse and I celebrated our five year wedding anniversary a few days ago with a "staycation" in the Hyatt near Boudhanath. Just one night, but their pool, food and ambiance (read "cleanliness") is more than worth it. We had dinner at The Rox, their in-house Italian restaurant.The food was expensive, but good. (It cost as much for a dinner for two as the room rate.) The most memorable part, though, was simply leaving the restaurant. Ryan, like all children in Nepal, especially Western kids, receives a lot of attention. Even though it is just a reflection of Nepali warmth and communal nature of the society, the stares, "clucks", and cheek pinches when simply passing a stranger can get old. But when we were walking out of this restaurant and the entire kitchen staff (4 cooks), two bartenders, two servers, and the manager stopped what they were doing to wave goodbye to her and blow her kisses in return I was struck again by how lovely everyone here is. When was the last time you've seen that happen in the U.S., or anywhere else? All things considered, I'm gonna miss this place.
Elyse and I celebrated our five year wedding anniversary a few days ago with a "staycation" in the Hyatt near Boudhanath. Just one night, but their pool, food and ambiance (read "cleanliness") is more than worth it. We had dinner at The Rox, their in-house Italian restaurant.The food was expensive, but good. (It cost as much for a dinner for two as the room rate.) The most memorable part, though, was simply leaving the restaurant. Ryan, like all children in Nepal, especially Western kids, receives a lot of attention. Even though it is just a reflection of Nepali warmth and communal nature of the society, the stares, "clucks", and cheek pinches when simply passing a stranger can get old. But when we were walking out of this restaurant and the entire kitchen staff (4 cooks), two bartenders, two servers, and the manager stopped what they were doing to wave goodbye to her and blow her kisses in return I was struck again by how lovely everyone here is. When was the last time you've seen that happen in the U.S., or anywhere else? All things considered, I'm gonna miss this place.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Four Months in Review
Wait, what happened? It's May?! The last blog post was January? Holy smokes. I'm gonna have to change the blog name to Sereni-zzzzzzz. But the Rip Van Winkle spell is over. There is much to report. So much that it will come in bullet points.
- The fam and I spent three blissful weeks in New Zealand. That place is awesome. Remind me to serve there one day. I could handle two or three years on an island with more sheep than people, good food, better wine, rock climbing and considerate drivers.
- Ryan had her first birthday in Milford Sound, New Zealand. Pretty exotic. If we'd been at home she'd have turned one in Kathmandu. Borrrinngggg.
- Our truck saga (last blog entry) came to a merciful and unexpectedly positive end. We managed to sell it for a small loss. Although we're still trying to recoup our money from the jerk in the UK who sold us a bum part. Sometimes "returns accepted" apparently means something else.
- Ryan learned to walk. It was a progression, but she went from dizzy zombie to drunk chimpanzee to human toddler in just a few weeks. Somewhere in there she learned to stand up on her own. However, if music was playing sometimes she would start dancing half way up, which made her look disturbingly like an exotic dancer. I've posted video of one of her other styles in another post immediately preceding this one.
- We have less than four months left at post. We'll leave Kathmandu in the end of August. It is incredible how fast the time has gone. So I'll try to be relatively consistent with posts from here out to capture our final days in Nepal.
- The fam and I spent three blissful weeks in New Zealand. That place is awesome. Remind me to serve there one day. I could handle two or three years on an island with more sheep than people, good food, better wine, rock climbing and considerate drivers.
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| Bouldering in the sheep filled hills overlooking Lake Wakatipu, Queenstown |
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| Ryan camping with Mt. Cook in the background |
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| Fortunately the only shop in the park had cake |
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| Happy birthday! We got you a ferry ride through Milford Sound |
- Our truck saga (last blog entry) came to a merciful and unexpectedly positive end. We managed to sell it for a small loss. Although we're still trying to recoup our money from the jerk in the UK who sold us a bum part. Sometimes "returns accepted" apparently means something else.
- Ryan learned to walk. It was a progression, but she went from dizzy zombie to drunk chimpanzee to human toddler in just a few weeks. Somewhere in there she learned to stand up on her own. However, if music was playing sometimes she would start dancing half way up, which made her look disturbingly like an exotic dancer. I've posted video of one of her other styles in another post immediately preceding this one.
- We have less than four months left at post. We'll leave Kathmandu in the end of August. It is incredible how fast the time has gone. So I'll try to be relatively consistent with posts from here out to capture our final days in Nepal.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Car Talk
Foreign Service life is full of pros and cons. I'm reminded of some now as we struggle with our out-of-commission vehicle. Our Landcruiser has been sitting inert at "County Motors" for a couple of months now. Hazzard County? I don't know, but it's been a real saga, so I'll stick to the essentials.
The diagnosis by the folks at County is a malfunctioning "fuel pump assembly." Are they right? Who knows? It's tough to take it anywhere else for a second opinion as I've never seen a tow truck in this country. Just a bigger car and some rope. Anyway, I'm told that normally a fuel pump assembly could be fixed for a few (several?) hundred bucks in the U.S. Probably in a matter of days. In Nepal...not so much. First County tried to repair it. The test drive was a failure. Then we took the fuel pump assembly to the one Toyota dealership in town. I'm not sure if they even looked at the old one, but they said they could order a new one...for $8,000. I'm not exaggerating. So back to County. Elyse found a used version of this very particular Landcruiser fuel pump assembly on E-Bay for around $500. (Most on-line were actually about $2,000.) We waited 3 weeks for delivery from the UK, via Dulles, VA. It looked old and busted. County installed it. It doesn't work. (We asked the E-bay seller how to return it. He said it wouldn't be necessary as "It works." I beg to differ...my Nepali mechanic says it doesn't. And I have complete confidence in him.) Meanwhile County tells us the original fuel pump, unlike the E-bay one, "passes fuel." So if the fuel pump is pumping fuel, why doesn't my car run?!?! No answer. They want to send the pump to Singapore for "servicing." How much will that cost and how long will it take? That brain teaser was made 6 days ago. No response has been forthcoming.
Where, you might ask, are the "pros" in this story full of "cons"? Well, they are in our foreign service community. Over these many frustrating weeks, we have never been without wheels. At some point, someone is always out of the country, either for a training or well-deserved R&R. And without solicitation, someone has always offered their keys while away. Also, we live in the Embassy's apartment building, so our awesome neighbors have basically made their cars available. We have the pick of the litter. "Hmm, honey, should we drive the Nissan SUV, the Toyota hatchback, or the tiny Hyundai Santro? I think the Hyundai makes sense for that part of town, don't you?" Where else, and in what other lifestyle, can you do that? We look out for each other and depend on each other. We are each others' home away from home.
So wish us luck in this ordeal. We've heard of another good mechanic. It's the garage the Embassy uses across town, "Leon's Garage"...run by Prakash. We've been calling them for 3 days. One day they'll answer the phone, right? Right?
The diagnosis by the folks at County is a malfunctioning "fuel pump assembly." Are they right? Who knows? It's tough to take it anywhere else for a second opinion as I've never seen a tow truck in this country. Just a bigger car and some rope. Anyway, I'm told that normally a fuel pump assembly could be fixed for a few (several?) hundred bucks in the U.S. Probably in a matter of days. In Nepal...not so much. First County tried to repair it. The test drive was a failure. Then we took the fuel pump assembly to the one Toyota dealership in town. I'm not sure if they even looked at the old one, but they said they could order a new one...for $8,000. I'm not exaggerating. So back to County. Elyse found a used version of this very particular Landcruiser fuel pump assembly on E-Bay for around $500. (Most on-line were actually about $2,000.) We waited 3 weeks for delivery from the UK, via Dulles, VA. It looked old and busted. County installed it. It doesn't work. (We asked the E-bay seller how to return it. He said it wouldn't be necessary as "It works." I beg to differ...my Nepali mechanic says it doesn't. And I have complete confidence in him.) Meanwhile County tells us the original fuel pump, unlike the E-bay one, "passes fuel." So if the fuel pump is pumping fuel, why doesn't my car run?!?! No answer. They want to send the pump to Singapore for "servicing." How much will that cost and how long will it take? That brain teaser was made 6 days ago. No response has been forthcoming.
Where, you might ask, are the "pros" in this story full of "cons"? Well, they are in our foreign service community. Over these many frustrating weeks, we have never been without wheels. At some point, someone is always out of the country, either for a training or well-deserved R&R. And without solicitation, someone has always offered their keys while away. Also, we live in the Embassy's apartment building, so our awesome neighbors have basically made their cars available. We have the pick of the litter. "Hmm, honey, should we drive the Nissan SUV, the Toyota hatchback, or the tiny Hyundai Santro? I think the Hyundai makes sense for that part of town, don't you?" Where else, and in what other lifestyle, can you do that? We look out for each other and depend on each other. We are each others' home away from home.
So wish us luck in this ordeal. We've heard of another good mechanic. It's the garage the Embassy uses across town, "Leon's Garage"...run by Prakash. We've been calling them for 3 days. One day they'll answer the phone, right? Right?
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
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