After reuniting as a whole group in El Alto, we spent the afternoon baking with Doña Tonya, Ivan´s sister, in Teatro Trono. We spent about thirty minutes finding the ingredients for Pay de Limon, Pay de Manzana, y Pancito. After going back to the......Read More
Driving into the North Yungan community of Chijchipa on Saturday afternoon, we could hear the rhythmic beating of drums and passionate singing of the local Afro-Bolivian community that served to welcome guests for the day’s festivities. This was......Read More
Shade, Kaia and I trudged up the windy cobblestone hill, our feet morphing into heavier and heavier stone slabs with each step. Having just played ultimate frisbee on the local school’s concrete basketball court/playground and with the last rays......Read More
I am grateful for the women’s panel today. I appreciate them sharing their stories and opinions. I am grateful for the conversation I had yesterday with my Bapak. Although I couldn’t understand what he was saying I really appreciated the......Read More
I’ve very much enjoyed my time at the Ashram so far. The kids here love to run free and remind me of the children in Chokati quite a bit. They grow up in this closed community of about 150 people, with structured schedules if they aren’t in the......Read More
Dear friends and family, After a long hiatus from reliable internet connections, we have returned to the Kathmandu Valley, and are busy this morning with washing some very dirty clothes, taking much-needed showers, drinking always-needed cups of......Read More
Here we are on the Tsermangchan Pass. We are strong, happy, and enjoying the sun.
Dear friends and families, Here are some photographs which were taken just before we left our village homestay for the trek and some during the trek. We hope you enjoy them! Regards Team Him A
When I see red, maybe you see blue. If I feel happy, maybe you do too. But how can we know? How can we tell? Am I me? And are you, you? My reality is my own, But is it real? Who can tell me what is right? Who can tell me how to feel? Good and bad......Read More
Chokati is a small, remote, rural village that surrounds itself inside the mountains and coiling plains of its region. A village characterized with farmers, fields and livestock, giving off vibrant sights and smells; this is where we settled in for......Read More
What do you say when death talks to you? When her voice is the sound a river makes when it’s a looooooong way down, or a wind that just needs to make you stumble? Do you talk about your family, or how you need to cut your toenails? Do you scream,......Read More
I’m not very good at writing yaks. I don’t mean that the yaks themselves are that bad, just that I’ve never been the kind of person who goes, “wow, what an amazing experience I had today, let’s find a way to translate it such that......Read More
This is a haiku. Haikus are not Nepali. But, they asked for yaks. From the toilet stall, You hear all of Chokati. It sounds like alone. My homestay brother Can speak no English, except For one word: “Mommy.” This is a haiku. Haikus are not......Read More
I believe that I’m currently experiencing a monsoon, or something close to it. My homestay room has a tin roof, and I thought it was close to blowing off, but then I realized how they go through a monsoon season every year, so I’m sure they have......Read More
As I step off of the jeep and onto the fertile soil of Chokati I was met with the smell of manure and sight of houses dotted in between Nepali fields. The rush of familiar senses into a state of reminiscence on that of my childhood home. Located in......Read More
