What can one say about the trip to Dolkha.  I went  to check on the school project and found a  trust in God …

Rain has been unusual in Nepal this year and another few days of rain put the trip off to  Dolakha the mountain village area where I have been working with Pastor James, refurbishing a school these last two years.

The air hangs thick with moisture as I hide behind Sandip  while riding on the back of the motorcycle to get to an English speaking church in Lazimpat.  No amount of layers of clothing can keep the air from penetrating…but the windbreaker was a great joy to have on. My grey hat is pulled tightly over my head (toppee) while the back of it  hangs down and covers my neck..I look much like a Ninja turtle with the green windbreaker over my backpack and with glasses on….hehehe. Church was good to meet other people working to meet the needs of Nepali people.  Small and intimate with Nepali and other nationals from the US, NZ, Pakistan, and India.  We sang out of sync but to the glory of God…such a sweet sound off key but all loving voices for Him. Loving deeply, small but involved in prison ministry, street children ministry and women trafficking ministry.  Powerful in their love.

Little men scurry to help pick up my luggage and of course want a small tip…under his breath the man says….”American money” which I politely say, no. Wel-come to Nepal!  I Experience a first time when the taxi is not waiting from the hotel.  No phone, no information center.  BUT many more people wanting to “help” for a small fee of course.  I engage in a conversation with a young man who walks off, pulls out his Chinese made Iphone and calls the hotel for me. Madam they are on their way ..”American money”?