We have Internet in the school
Today, Monica has sent an e-mail by connecting to the Internet from school!
On days when I was in Padum the school should have waited for the engineer who installed the dish for the Internet connection.
They made it, now Monica has sent the news by sending an email to everyone.
's really a good step forward.
Internet will be 'available to the principal, teachers and students of the last two classes, IX and X. Sara
'more' easy to communicate!
Friday, July 23, 2010
How Long Will Mayo Packets Last
The difficult road to Zanskar
how difficult it is to get in and start to return to Zanskar Leh always understand when you finally overcome all the difficulties' and all the critical points, we arrive at the destination.
Every time you set foot ground unconsciously emit a sigh of relief.
To return to Leh on the advice of Sonam and his valuable help and reassurance we started with a jeep at 4 am.
Better pass the Wall '(one step more' high and demanding) at the 'soon. Better still not over it when it's hot 'cause the heat melts the snow, the streams swell, forming holes and cracks are difficult to overcome and could block the road. You 'cause there are not always the bridges, streams and rivers almost always lead down crossing the street and if the water is' such as this year, can be difficult to overcome.
Well let's start at 4. Sonam comes to meet us at the Mont Blanc and with the help of headlamps load luggage, tired and we settle on hard seats. Again I have to say goodbye to the valley of Zanskar, a mixture of sadness, happiness 'and melancholy gives me' an empty feeling in my stomach. At the wheel of twenty-six Stanzino Punchok Tungri that will prove 'a great driver.
Heaven and 'still black and starry, but the windows are already' all lit up, light and generally 'provided by solar panels. The Zanskar pa rise very early in the morning.
Padum individual on the right just outside the lights of the gompa Pibiting, Karsha lights scattered on the mountainside, as we pass through the villages of the valley. I look at everything with the eye of those who do not want to lose anything, for those seeking a hold of those who tries to recognize a village, a house, something to keep me still tied to the valley and its people. Zanskar
I leave a flower-filled than I had ever seen, full of water, even too much this year.
fields of barley is still too green to be in the middle 'in July, the season and' very late, and the winter 'was particularly hard and long, who knows' if the short summer will be' enough to ripen the barley?
the edge of the field flowers of all colors, purple, yellow, white, large wild rose bushes are still blooming everywhere among the rocks, the air he breathes a sweet perfume. Gia 'dream what' I've lived, but after an hour's drive a lot less sweet scent brings me back to reality ': A large stinks. The driver stopped, opened the hood, and 'still dark. No problem, back in the car and the engine restarts. Hopefully. Latest
villages, the police station and go to the pass. There are many rivers to cross with bated breath. The jeep stops for a moment, does not seem to do it, then starts swinging a bit dangerous' times, like a tractor than the hole, the mighty water and resumed the road.
At 9 o'clock we stopped for breakfast Rangdom, have already passed '5 hour drive and we did maybe a hundred kilometers. Let's continue our journey, still water, badly damaged road sections alternate with sections less demanding stretches of flat road at times tortuous alternate on the edge of precipices impressive. We reach the valley of the Suru, green. the roar of the swollen river accompanies our travel. The stretch of road that runs the height of the water and 'already' partly flooded.
We'll stop for lunch in one of the dirty and bad restaurants of Sankoo, the alternative would be to Kargil, but we want to avoid it being blocked and not be forced to change car and driver .. We share. We are able to meet and exceed free Kargil. Our taxi is not blocked. Cross the bridge and after 14 hours of travel punctuated by a couple of stops we finally reach Mulbek to spend the night in a guest house.
The worst seems past, but not 'so'. From Mulbek on the road and 'better, sometimes even well-paved, but work in progress are many and often must wait in line between the trucks and dust that the means will release the track. The 'means' human arms that are often live and work on the roadside breaking stones by hand and moving. They live with their families in small tents, women with children work more 'little tied back, the more' grown-ups play among dust and exhaust fumes. As we passed the rise Smilies opaque and greet with gray hands, smiling.
I think there is anything else to say, or maybe 'to see, because it' s difficult to explain under what conditions these people live.
Leh finally comes after about 9 hours away. Two days full, and all 'went smoothly, we had no major problems. The obstacles and difficulties' have been overcome by our driver brilliantly and without great loss of time.
Some fears for daring overtaking and stopping at the edges of precipices to pass columns of trucks are normally part of the trip.
how difficult it is to get in and start to return to Zanskar Leh always understand when you finally overcome all the difficulties' and all the critical points, we arrive at the destination.
Every time you set foot ground unconsciously emit a sigh of relief.
To return to Leh on the advice of Sonam and his valuable help and reassurance we started with a jeep at 4 am.
Better pass the Wall '(one step more' high and demanding) at the 'soon. Better still not over it when it's hot 'cause the heat melts the snow, the streams swell, forming holes and cracks are difficult to overcome and could block the road. You 'cause there are not always the bridges, streams and rivers almost always lead down crossing the street and if the water is' such as this year, can be difficult to overcome.
Well let's start at 4. Sonam comes to meet us at the Mont Blanc and with the help of headlamps load luggage, tired and we settle on hard seats. Again I have to say goodbye to the valley of Zanskar, a mixture of sadness, happiness 'and melancholy gives me' an empty feeling in my stomach. At the wheel of twenty-six Stanzino Punchok Tungri that will prove 'a great driver.
Heaven and 'still black and starry, but the windows are already' all lit up, light and generally 'provided by solar panels. The Zanskar pa rise very early in the morning.
Padum individual on the right just outside the lights of the gompa Pibiting, Karsha lights scattered on the mountainside, as we pass through the villages of the valley. I look at everything with the eye of those who do not want to lose anything, for those seeking a hold of those who tries to recognize a village, a house, something to keep me still tied to the valley and its people. Zanskar
I leave a flower-filled than I had ever seen, full of water, even too much this year.
fields of barley is still too green to be in the middle 'in July, the season and' very late, and the winter 'was particularly hard and long, who knows' if the short summer will be' enough to ripen the barley?
the edge of the field flowers of all colors, purple, yellow, white, large wild rose bushes are still blooming everywhere among the rocks, the air he breathes a sweet perfume. Gia 'dream what' I've lived, but after an hour's drive a lot less sweet scent brings me back to reality ': A large stinks. The driver stopped, opened the hood, and 'still dark. No problem, back in the car and the engine restarts. Hopefully. Latest
villages, the police station and go to the pass. There are many rivers to cross with bated breath. The jeep stops for a moment, does not seem to do it, then starts swinging a bit dangerous' times, like a tractor than the hole, the mighty water and resumed the road.
At 9 o'clock we stopped for breakfast Rangdom, have already passed '5 hour drive and we did maybe a hundred kilometers. Let's continue our journey, still water, badly damaged road sections alternate with sections less demanding stretches of flat road at times tortuous alternate on the edge of precipices impressive. We reach the valley of the Suru, green. the roar of the swollen river accompanies our travel. The stretch of road that runs the height of the water and 'already' partly flooded.
We'll stop for lunch in one of the dirty and bad restaurants of Sankoo, the alternative would be to Kargil, but we want to avoid it being blocked and not be forced to change car and driver .. We share. We are able to meet and exceed free Kargil. Our taxi is not blocked. Cross the bridge and after 14 hours of travel punctuated by a couple of stops we finally reach Mulbek to spend the night in a guest house.
The worst seems past, but not 'so'. From Mulbek on the road and 'better, sometimes even well-paved, but work in progress are many and often must wait in line between the trucks and dust that the means will release the track. The 'means' human arms that are often live and work on the roadside breaking stones by hand and moving. They live with their families in small tents, women with children work more 'little tied back, the more' grown-ups play among dust and exhaust fumes. As we passed the rise Smilies opaque and greet with gray hands, smiling.
I think there is anything else to say, or maybe 'to see, because it' s difficult to explain under what conditions these people live.
Leh finally comes after about 9 hours away. Two days full, and all 'went smoothly, we had no major problems. The obstacles and difficulties' have been overcome by our driver brilliantly and without great loss of time.
Some fears for daring overtaking and stopping at the edges of precipices to pass columns of trucks are normally part of the trip.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
If You Dvr A Show Does It Count Toward Ratings
Delivery shoes and meetings with women
For two or three days we were completely isolated, the Internet will not work 'worked the phones.
Sunday afternoon we went to ShilaPu, beautiful trek. The path of course difficult, given the altitude, and not 'was terrible,' but was a bit 's a bit hard to cross the River.
This year there 'lots of water and cross the river barefoot it seemed very dangerous, so 'we have chosen to overcome some of the rocks and reach a small bridge made of wooden poles on which were placed flat stones, and' was difficult, but we did it.
We stayed with a family night and we slept on the roof of the house.
on a roof top of the world!
A sky full of stars, the fresh mountain air that caresses and the sound of the river that we rocked. An unforgettable night.
The family has cuddled a lot, at 6 o'clock in the morning came to take tea. It was beautiful. We came back to Padum
Monday 'morning. As we went along to greet Sonam, we met his grandson (the son of his daughter) 2 ½ months, newborn, nice and round Paciocco.
At two we went to school, I gave some kids the letters of the Italian sponsors, then we delivered the shoes to class VIII.
At 4 we had an appointment with the women of the association, we have seen in their laboratory, we talked about many things: what 'they have done, of what' they would like to do. The knitting machine and 'arrived, went to the women themselves to take it to Leh, time and' a house of Padma, must find a niche in the small laboratory.
Last winter they could only do a course in adult literacy, because it 's been a particularly hard winter and you could not even move from one village to another. The course was 'obliged to Abram in April and May, before and' have been impossible.
for next winter are expected two.
6 o'clock I looked in vain for an Internet point. I packed my bags and evening we were guests of women.
They prepared the momo, we ate sang and danced.
I had to greet them a bit 'soon,' cause the departure was scheduled at 4 am. The president had already 'known years ago, handing the kata has asked me to come back and write e-mail from Italy and to make known their association, even our own, since I too am a member of the Women's Association Zanskar !
At 4 o'clock in the morning and 'got the jeep and Sonam and' failed to ensure that everything was fine. We told him to leave soon, very soon, 'cause there could be problems. In fact, the abundant snow fall was still very low and the heat in recent days has melted a lot of swelling rivers.
His booming voice gave us good morning and goodbye, too.
We started late at night. All silent.
I filled her eyes with the outlines of the mountains, with the lights on in every home. Life starts early in Zanskar between 4 and 5 in the morning are already 'all in motion, we must use all the daylight hours.
For two or three days we were completely isolated, the Internet will not work 'worked the phones.
Sunday afternoon we went to ShilaPu, beautiful trek. The path of course difficult, given the altitude, and not 'was terrible,' but was a bit 's a bit hard to cross the River.
This year there 'lots of water and cross the river barefoot it seemed very dangerous, so 'we have chosen to overcome some of the rocks and reach a small bridge made of wooden poles on which were placed flat stones, and' was difficult, but we did it.
We stayed with a family night and we slept on the roof of the house.
on a roof top of the world!
A sky full of stars, the fresh mountain air that caresses and the sound of the river that we rocked. An unforgettable night.
The family has cuddled a lot, at 6 o'clock in the morning came to take tea. It was beautiful. We came back to Padum
Monday 'morning. As we went along to greet Sonam, we met his grandson (the son of his daughter) 2 ½ months, newborn, nice and round Paciocco.
At two we went to school, I gave some kids the letters of the Italian sponsors, then we delivered the shoes to class VIII.
At 4 we had an appointment with the women of the association, we have seen in their laboratory, we talked about many things: what 'they have done, of what' they would like to do. The knitting machine and 'arrived, went to the women themselves to take it to Leh, time and' a house of Padma, must find a niche in the small laboratory.
Last winter they could only do a course in adult literacy, because it 's been a particularly hard winter and you could not even move from one village to another. The course was 'obliged to Abram in April and May, before and' have been impossible.
for next winter are expected two.
6 o'clock I looked in vain for an Internet point. I packed my bags and evening we were guests of women.
They prepared the momo, we ate sang and danced.
I had to greet them a bit 'soon,' cause the departure was scheduled at 4 am. The president had already 'known years ago, handing the kata has asked me to come back and write e-mail from Italy and to make known their association, even our own, since I too am a member of the Women's Association Zanskar !
At 4 o'clock in the morning and 'got the jeep and Sonam and' failed to ensure that everything was fine. We told him to leave soon, very soon, 'cause there could be problems. In fact, the abundant snow fall was still very low and the heat in recent days has melted a lot of swelling rivers.
His booming voice gave us good morning and goodbye, too.
We started late at night. All silent.
I filled her eyes with the outlines of the mountains, with the lights on in every home. Life starts early in Zanskar between 4 and 5 in the morning are already 'all in motion, we must use all the daylight hours.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)