The cutting-saw too old for a museum, similar to a smaller version I seen in my grandfather’s shed twenty years ago. To buy an electric saw, drills or a television with a video recorder would be fruitless, electricity was minimal. Back at Dhading boarding school people were

A thunder storm commenced, a steady downpour, I had a plastic rain cover that protected my whole body including my backpack, stretching below my knees. A perfect gift from Uri, an Israeli-Australian who departed the country three weeks earlier. A stranger becomes a pleasant friend, they pass things onto you that are necessary. Later I duplicate the

Everything was brown; the arm-chair, table, wardrobe, floor, cabinets, mats. Even the wallpaper, which was probably a nice beige at one time, black and white television.

that selfish individuals dominate, it too often appears. Periodically, I will think about these energetic but somewhat isolated young folk. I should return one day with some form of help. I should,………………right?.............. But will I? Dhading town is near the epicentre of the 2015 Nepal earthquake, loss of life has been heavy.

The keys the landlord had given me, could barely fit in my pocket. Seven inches in length, quite literally. One for the hallway door, I had to twist four times to unlock. It was inevitable this would cause me grief at the worst possible times. Twice in the first week I struggled with my dangly keys in the small-hours. Each time I had to ring a neig

official name is Dhading Boarding school, this may sound posh, but it was no Eton. Thirty students had sleeping quarters, they’re homes were a long distance for the daily commute. In total there were four hundred pupils.

Sadly one does not have to walk too far to notice a pensioner with their handout. Because of a paltry government salary, some will receive financial assistance from their families. But others have little choice but to take to the streets selling trivial items or singing. Many vantage points are occupied by these seniors, imagine your grandmother ha

The escalators, my goodness, those escalators, down to the platforms are massively long. Three minutes was the average riding time, very deep under the ground, think about that for a moment. Built this way for safety against enemy attack, a cold-war tactic. In the London underground tube system an average escalator ride would be less than one minut

So what would be my approach? A strict no nonsense disciplinarian, plenty of homework or an easy-going jokester, perhaps somewhere in-between. A normal day began with Kanak, the cook’s