In writing this entry I am reminded that each step of my journey has literally served as a primer for the next.  First the marvel of Kathmandu with it's mix of ancient and modern where temples to primitive monkey gods serve as foundations for giant banyon trees whose branches support a cacophony of bare and twisted buzzing sparking electrical wires that serve as a dangerously pulsing undependable source of energy as lights go on and off unexpectedly throughout the night. And its crazy li...

One of the projects we're working on in Nepal, is to give support and training to the teachers here to help them to be more successful.  Teachers here have many difficult obstacles to overcome from the society not valuing education, a lack of funds, and children from unbelievably difficult situations.

Our team put together a series of workshops at a prestigious school in the city, which graciously donated space and resources to host the teachers.

They came from private schools, go...

We walked down the mountain from Gorapani in a light rain, slipping and sliding down the stone steps.  Along the way, a wild dog took to me and started to follow me down the trail.  He was heavily scarred and kept his distance, yet over the miles he gradually moved closer.  I was trekking by myself, having become separated from the rest of my party.  At points along the trail, miles would separate us.

At one point, two large wild dogs ran aggressively down the side of a steep embankme...

I awoke this morning at 4:00 AM and hit the streets by 5:00.  I wanted to see what life is like in Kathmandu for ordinary people.  

One of the first interesting differences I noticed was the morning delivery of small sacks of coal and the preparation of it for the daily cooking fires at some of the tiny eating establishments.  Men hammer the sacks until the pieces are broken down quite small, and then the coal is fired in large slightly concave iron vessels.  I feel somewhat compelled...