We (two Danish girls, Cecilie and Ida Cecilie and I) arrived as told Fikkal a week ago Wednesday. 02.05 pm. 6 in the morning. On the local bus station we were then picked up by our host father. Ganga is 38 and married with Binitta which is 20 years. Ganga is the headmaster of the school where we work and Binitta go home with their 1 year old son. They live in a fine brick house, where they own three rooms (one for us, a kitchen and their bedroom). In addition, we share so ståtoilet and laundry room (ie space of 1 square private eye meter with a small tab that comes glacial water out) with x number of people - I think it is about 12 people, but every day I meet new people in the house. Binitta are quite bad English but are nevertheless private eye all the time. It is a work just to entertain her, but who would not talk like a waterfall, if the only other person you talked to all day, was one baby. She talks, however, very quickly and never wait for an answer, so it can sometimes be exhausting. She feels too much pressure with us so she often say that we ought not to marry young and that she misses private eye her hometown. It can be a little hard to hear, as it seems as if she is happy in his arranged marriage. Our first day at school was also quite chaotic. The teachers seemed a little hostile and was asking about which faculty we belonged (most teachers have masters in all the subjects they teach). We had to have determined that we all only just been finished school and are only here to teach English. It may really well understood that it can seem daunting to three young Europeans come to the same school - will they turn to criticize us? However, it was only the first day. The hostility shown to be shyness, and as it crumbles away, we can hardly get peace. They want to know everything about us, our country and our teaching. I can not count how many facebook requests ticking in. We have now taught for 4 days. We teach real 8.b, 8.a and 7th grade, but has also been asked if we wanted private eye to do something sexual education in 9th grade. The kids are enormously sweet and very disciplined, but the level and age are very scattered. In 8.b are kids between 12 and 15 years, and anybody can hardly even tell what they are called, while others formulate long advanced phrases. The biggest problem though is to get them to talk. They are shy and have only been taught written English - which means that they are very weak in speaking and pronunciation in English. Enough about family and school - more on Fikkal! The village is in the region of Ilam, located right on the border with India and only 1 hour from Darjeeling. Ilam is known for its production of tea, which means that there are tea plantations in all direction as far as the eye can see. It also means that even if you already drink a lot of tea in Nepal, you drink like 10 cups a day here in Fikkal. The village lies on top of a mountain in approximately 2200 meters altitude. This means that we have the most beautiful view from our home, the school and the city. However, there are often very foggy when the city often find themselves in "clouds". That's it for this time! Hoping soon to write again - Internet Fikkal have some mood swings (:
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