These are my stories as a volunteer member of the Sheriff's Search & Rescue team in Coconino County, Arizona. I'll share what it's like to go from a beginner with a lot to learn to an experienced and, hopefully, valuable member of the team, as well as the missions, trainings, and other activities along the way.
About Coconino County
About Coconino County
Encompassing 18,661 square miles, Coconino County, Arizona, is the second largest county in the U.S. but one of the least populated. Our county includes Grand Canyon National Park, the Navajo, Havasupai, Hualapai and Hopi Indian Reservations, and the largest contiguous ponderosa pine forest in the world. Elevations range from 2,000 feet above sea level along the Colorado River to 12,633 feet at the summit of Mt. Humphreys in Flagstaff.
May 28, 2010
Nepal Update: Random Commentary
When you blow your nose after a day of wandering or driving around the city, don't inspect the tissue. It really is better not to know.
People don't just clear their throats here. They dig deep, seeing how much gunk they can remove from their esophogusses (esophagi?) and nasal passages in one fell swoop and deposit in the street. I just heard one such a clearing from my hotel room.
When you ride on the back of a motor bike around Nepal--as I did for the first time tonight--keep your mouth closed. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?
Today I saw a guy riding a bicycle with a sofa strapped to the back. I kid you not.
Nepali women are STRONG.
"Cheek" in Nepali is not a part of the face or tooshie. It is apparently a very bad word.
I'm told it's rude to offer to help clean up after a meal in a Buddhist household, which is where I'm staying for most of my time in Nepal. This could be habit-forming.
There is no such thing as "yak butter." A yak is a male. A female is a dri (or a nuk). But the Nepalis use "yak butter" kind of as a joke for (okay, about) us Westerners. I mean, if you try to milk a yak, that's not exactly a teat you're grabbing.
If you're clausterphobic or believe in overpopulation, check this out (Took this at Boudha Stupa yesterday.):
A whistle-blowing, gesturing cop in the middle of traffic in Kathmandu doesn't accomplish anything whatsoever.
I've learned I don't like buffalo curd.
I will return to eating rice and dahl-bat morning and night as of tomorrow, when I return to Pokhara. (But I'm not complaining.)
Nepalis tell blonde jokes, too.
1 comment:
Whow, Deb, I love to read your comments about Nepal´s specials ;))) I had to laugh so much.
Ingo told me very quickly to shut my mouth when I told about my pet bird named "Chicky"...
There are so many things to learn. But best of it - Nepali are considerate to us stupid Westerners and keep on smiling...
Best regards
Daniela
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