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Nepal 3.

Day Three

Gandaki villages, up in the mountains

We were picked up by some friends and went to their home/orphanage/church. A beautiful white and blue accented building with gorgeous views of the city. The children were welcoming. What an experience it was to worship with Nepali believers. They sang in Nepali and we in English (when I could remember the words. Turns out I don’t know my hymns so well by memory)

After a few photos and sharing lollipops they make your tongue turn blue, we said goodbye and made our 5-6 hour journey to one of the worship leader’s village in Gandaki. The pastor and one of the girls came with us. I will never complain about expensive road tolls in Japan again. What lovely smooth driving we have because of that road maintenance. Nepal is not quite there yet. So much of the roads are being rebuilt and expanded upon. Most of it is loose rock and gravel. The Jeep handled it pretty well, but I fell asleep each night still feeling like I was being jostled about.

In Korea, they have a muscle massage at the gyms. It’s a band that is connected to a machine that basically jiggles all your cellulite and helps prevent sore muscles after your workout. The ahjimas (older Korean ladies) use it most. That’s how my body felt during our trip. There was a lot of traffic along the way. The road was backed up for hours with colorful painted trucks and local buses packed full of passengers. I was so grateful for our driver.

The pastor’s wife made us PB&J sandwiches plus cucumber and carrots for lunch. As a snack ate the biggest cucumber I have ever seen, with a salt, hot pepper drizzle on it. It was delicious and refreshing during our hot, dusty traffic jam. The drop beside the road was an extreme drop. The best part of the long journey was the praise and worship. The girl we traveled with had a beautiful voice. We sang every hymn and children’s praise song and worship song we could think of. We barely sung any song twice. It made me marvel at how we cannot exhaust our worship of God; even every single song ever sung to speak of His glory doesn’t exhaust, nor fulfill His greatness and majesty. Amazing. Discovered my friends also have very lovely voices. We sang long after the sun went down. We reached the village by 8 after leaving at 12-12:30. There were a few rickety bridges over high gorges we drove over. And a river. Yes, a river.

The last little bit of the journey we had to walk as the Jeep couldn’t get through. A few rocky steps up with backpacks and bedding guided by flashlight. A delicious dinner was waiting for us. The villagers gathered and the pastor shared the Gospel with them. Then, the men excused themselves with the pastor and it was just the ladies left.

We told them how much Jesus loves them and explained how to use the pads. The pads are a gift and to help make it easier during that time of the month. Many ladies used old, cut up pieces of cloth, or leaves.

Some giggling, many thanks; soap and toothbrushes and candy given out.

Most of the ladies were past the age for menstruation, but they took pads for daughters and granddaughters that couldn’t be at our presentation. We had enough to give several ladies a few extra.

With a mosquito net in place, we lay our tired heads down and rested well. It poured down all night. I was being very Japanese and put my shoes outside, and being considerate, I also put my friend’s shoes outside. We had very wet shoes next morning.

Join me tomorrow for Day Four in Nepal


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