Gezellig World: Disabled Children in Bhaktapur, Nepal

At the beginning of this blog I stated that its main goal was to show you some of the wonderful things that populate the globe. So far I have posted about architectural marvels, heavenly bites, stately nature, exciting activities and such. However until now I haven't spoken much of what really makes this roundy home rock. I'm talking about the great people that make our planet a better place to live.

For this reason I have decided to open a new section named 'Gezellig World'. Gezellig is my favourite Dutch word. In a brave attempt to translate this term I'd say that it describes a small place or group of people wherein one feels confortable, happy, welcomed. Therefore within this category I'll include different projects and initiatives characterised by a firm solidary nature which -in my opinion- can serve as an inspiration.

To kick off I'll tell you a little bit about Suvadra. It was during my New Year's Day visit to Bhaktapur that I came across a group of disabled children uniformed in grey T-shirts. Apart from the homogeneus clothes, there was something that called my attention in a special way: every single one of the sixteen little boys and girls presented an immesurable smile in their face. I challenged myself to discover the source of their overwhelimg happiness. That's how I met Joyce and Krishna. They are the people in charge of this Dutch-Nepali NGO founded in 2006. This tiny and exquisitely managed organisation takes care of physically -and sometimes mentally too- disabled children from all over Nepal.

Their main project consists in running an adapted home where children can live, learn, play and be treated in a loving environment. Happy childrenRecalling Joyce's words, one of the main principles of the Nepali society is to watch for themselves before anyone else. While this is understandable in a country plunged in poverty, it consignes these unlucky infants to oblivion. As in the European medievo, some of these unfortunate kids are considered a divine punishment by their families. Consequenly the inocent boys and girls are in some cases kept in the dark rooms of the house - where the neighbours' prejudicing eyes do not reach.

Then, how can you explain these children's exulting joy? Well, by looking at passionate work of their caretakers. The privately funded organisation runs on Nepali workers and foreign volunteers. This is the case of -among others- Helen and Peter. These two young dutchies ended up living in the communal house during a break from their studies or early careers. Whether it is only for a few weeks or half a year, these guys learn and put in practice improvised care skills. The positive response of the children shows that mostly love and attention suffice their major needs. Nevertheless Joyce explained that the organisation lacks some professional phisiotherapist to treat the children and to train the Nepali team.

In conclusion, here there is a good alternative for anyone interested in spending some weeks or months in a gorgeus Newari town surrounded by the Himalayan mountains, living in a friendly house, spending very little money and getting much more than anyone could ever give. More info at http://www.suvadra.com/

PS: If you think that disabled children might be too much for you, you can also check another little project run by a couple of Dutch ladies that I met in Pokhara. Here their website: http://stichting-namaste-nepal.nl/


Cuando comence este blog me propuse descubriros algunas de las maravillas que pueblan nuestro planeta. Hasta ahora os he hablado de paisajes, palacios, comidas y actividades entre otras cosas; sin embargo, todavia no he hecho mencion explicita de la gente maravillosa que trabaja para hacer de este mundo un sitio mejor. Por ello, y para homenajear a estos heroes anonimos he decidido inaugurar una nueva seccion llamada 'Gezellig World'. Esta combinacion de terminos holandes e ingles engloba aquellas iniciativas que me encuentro en mi camino y que me llaman especialmente la atencion por su caracter solidario.

Para estrenar la seccion os hablare de Suvadra. En mi visita Bhaktapur me tope con una tribu de niños minusvalidos. Aparte de su uniforme gris, lo que me llamo especialmente la atencion fueron sus amplias sonrisas. ¿Como se explica tanta felicidad en un pais donde los niños con este tipo de afecciones son en muchas ocasiones considerados un castigo divino (y recluidos en sus casas)? Pues bien, gracias al duro trabajo de gente como Joyce y Krishna. Estos responsables comandan una pequeña ONG holendesa-nepali en la que trabajadores nepalis y voluntarios extranjeros colaboran para mantener un hogar adaptado a las necesidades de 16 niños y niñas con problemas fisicos (y a veces psiquicos). Este es el caso de Helen y Peter, dos jovenes holandeses que decidieron tomar un parentesis en sus carreras (academicas y laborales) para poner en practica improvisados cuidados. A juzgar por la respuesta de los niños la atencion y el cariño son suficientes en la mayoria de los casos; sin embargo, Joyce me comento que la organizacion necesita fisioterapeutas dispuestos a ayudar a formar al equipo nepali para llevar a cabo los tratamientos.

En conclusion, he aqui una buena alternativa para disfrutar de unas semanas o meses en uno de los pueblos mas bonitos con vistas a los Himalayas donde podreis ayudar y disfrutar de la compañia de estos niños tan majos gastando muy poco dinero y recibiendo mucho mas de lo que jamas podreis dar. Mas info: www.suvadra.com

Around Kathmandu: Urte Berri On!

I tried to avoid Kathmandu as long as I could. I had been told repeatedly that the capital was probably the worst spot in the whole country. Dirty streets, crowds, drivers sounding the horns, touts trying to sell stuff... it evoked all my bad memories of India. While this is partially true I must admit now -after five days in the capital- that Kathmandu has been a quite positive experience for me. Neither the city nor the bazarris are as contaminated as they are in the filthiest streets of India. Furthermore I was lucky to arrive there two days before the New Year 2066 (according to the hindu calendar).

KathmanduSo what did I do? well, first is first. I ensured that the family business was going well. After that I wandered around the city following the suggested pilgrimage from temple to temple. As you may have notice (by now) religion is not my favourite topic so I decided to skip the rest of the religious landmarks for the day and focus on something more interesting like watching a football match at the National Stadium: Pokhara FC vs National Police Department. Of course I supported my favourite town's club but I had to keep it low, the stadium was full of dogs.

Next day I visited Patan, a neighbouring town featuring the highest density of Newari architecture in the country. Sex and violence illustrate the wood carvings that adorn the hindu temples of P-town; hell yeah, now we're talking! When I returned to Kathmandu I came across one of the most bizarre sights of my life. A group of 20 Basque folk dancers dressed in the traditional clothes of my homeland marching through the old streets of Thamel. Apparently they were the exotic line-up of a New Year's Eve festival. It was cool to be surronded by country fellows celebrating the new year 2066 in Nepal.

On the New Year's Day I joined the locals and visited Bhaktapur. This stunning village witnesses a very peculiar tradition during the first day of the year. In summarised words, some locals huddle together around a big chariot set and placed by the riverside for the occasion. Other fellows pull and lean a huge phallic-shaped post forth and backwards over the chariot decorated with drawings of a Goddess. This -assuming lots of imagination- resembles some sort of timber coitus (I guess). Whatever the case I quite enjoyed seeing those locals playing puppets with the trunk and the chariot and more importantly I got to meet some really good people in Bhaktapur.

PS: Urte berri on means Happy new year in Basque.



Todo el mundo me habia hablado muy mal de Kathmandu. Tanto viajeros como gente local me habia dicho que la capital de Nepal era un caos y estaba muy contaminada. Tras haber pasado 5 dias alli, he de reconocer que no es tan mala como la pintan. Tal vez sea porque tuve la suerte de llegar alli dos dias antes del ano nuevo hindu, pero el caso es que me lo pase bastante bien. Mi visita comenzo echando un vistado al negocio familiar. Visto que todo estaba en orden, emprendi una peregrinacion por los templos de la ciudad. A estas alturas ya estaba bastante aburrido de templos asi que me fui al estadio nacional a ver una partido de futbol. Por lo visto aqui entrenan con piedras, vaya paquetes. Al dia siguiente visite Patan. A la vuelta me tope con un grupo de 20 dantzaris perfectamente uniformados con su txistu y tamboril que estaban invitados en un festival de folclore para celebrar el ano nuevo. Fue curioso celebrar la entrada del 2066 con ellos. El dia de ano nuevo fui de visita a Bhaktapur, un pueblo muy bonito donde conoci a una gente estupenda de la que os hablare pronto.

Pics'n'vids: Kathmandu, Patan & Bhaktapur

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