I heard that those children who live on the hill are very tough people. Every morning, they have to walk four hours down-hill for school and 4 hours back home in the late afternoon. Most of them are barefoot. But you won't believe it. They walk so fast. They jump. They run. They are so cute. They are so innocent.
Remember that I saw many old ladies carrying tons of grasses and water walking up to their homes. They do this few times every day. I felt small. I felt useless. A-ha
Those two kids welcomed us to their home. Here it is. It's very basic. Remember that those kids walked so fast. They held my hands and helped me all the way to their house. I felt so warm. Looking into their eyes. You can see innocence. Beautiful. It's beautiful.
That's the ground floor.
First floor, where they sleep on.
Top
floor. For storage.
Leaving them, we got on a plane and flew to Pokhara. That was dreadful. The plane was old. Some seats were broken and it was full of noisy Indians.