Travel Essay Contest -- Entry 3

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The Children of Chitwan, Nepal
by Hannah Thompson-Yates

Jyoti. Jaya. Jyomi. Babita. Sangita. Sanju. Kamari. Nabina. Jeet. Samir. Bimala. Susma. Salina. Thirteen children, one bedroom and four beds. Four stone walls and a stone floor, with one ABC poster hanging from the door. Down the corridor they also have a kitchen, and nineteen year old Jyoti spends day after day preparing roti and dhal bhat for the family. Mousas scurry about in the rice barrels and cockroaches swarm from behind the sink whenever it is time to watch the dishes. Jyoti can operate a rolling pin like no-one else I know. One hand smoothes perfect chapattis while the other stirs masala chai in the pot, and always she talks. Her voice cracks with worry about when she might find a husband. I tell her, in a firm voice, that not only is she beautiful but she makes the best bread I have ever tasted. Any man will be lucky to have her.

Three years her junior, Jyomi is better at maths than cooking. Too old for the ball games outside, she spends her mornings bent over text books because she is in her final year of high school; exams are fast approaching. She can’t make the extra revision classes because no buses run early enough past the orphanage to get her there on time. A rich Japanese tourist pays for her to attend state school but these pre-paid fees expire in March 2013. Without another sponsor, Jyomi won’t be able to attend college. The house mother says she will join Jyoti- mother figure to eleven and distributor of daily rice onto tin plates. With sponsorship though, she’ll be able to study Economics at a college in Naranghat.

Babita knows the moves to every Bollywood dance routine there is. Last night, Sangita learned how to play chess. Sanju is trying to learn a new English word every day. Samir gets the most impatient if we are ever too hot or tired to play ball and will often sleep in the day, face to the wall. Jeet is beautiful. All hollowed out cheeks and dark, in-set eyes, he laughs more than he talks. Bimala is just about the clingiest child I have ever met. She lolls, lounges and leans, pushes, pulls and pinches. Nabina is the tiny tomboy- legs like matchsticks under her over-sized and bottle green school skirt. She is my guilty favourite. Kamari, at thirteen, is silent and sad. She sits cross-legged on the carpet with the other children but to be a teenager in this stone room must be so, so hard. Susma is just two years old and breath-takingly, lump-in-your-throat, heart-stoppingly adorable. Jaya is eighteen and learning guitar. He wants to be a tour guide, a waiter, a rickshaw driver, everything. Salina reminds me of my teenage sister back at home. She calls us ‘beautiful darlings’ and asks to borrow lipstick.

Living with this family for three weeks was harder than I ever imagined. The conditions are dire and, as a result, the smells are pretty awful too. Perched right on the very edge of Chitwan National Park, Sahura village is intolerably hot. The humidity can get so bad that walking feels like wading through soup and breathing means swallowing warm, stale air. You sweat just sitting still. Rats, mice, cockroaches and ants split their time equally between the bedroom and the shared kitchen. The children all have headlice, the two boys have scabies and all of them suffer terribly from skin infections. At 7pm, when the power cuts out, the orphanage and the village around it are plunged into pitch black darkness. Usually, the water runs out simultaneously. Going to bed by candlelight, blind to any lurking rodents and reeking of not just my own, but fifteen other people’s sweat, demands a good sense of humour and a lot of perspective. As does eating the rice, after we have just fished out the resident rat from the barrel!

Backpacking anywhere, and particularly around Asia, does of course give you a pretty thick skin. Cockroach hunting and knee-sweats are all part of the fun and waking up to views of the Himalaya certainly make it all worth it in Nepal. What we were not prepared for was having all of our stereotypes about orphans confirmed on day one. The children really do have nothing but the clothes they stand up in. Those clothes really are patched together with bits of other material. They really do sleep on soiled, filthy bed sheets and there really isn’t any running water or electricity for most of the day. Coming face to face with that situation is something I will never forget. Getting to know each wonderful, ball-of-energy, giggling child was equally unforgettable. Putting them onto the school bus and being there when they got home, asking about their day and playing with them until dark filled me with a sense of something I’d never felt before. For, no matter how dirty her uniform is, Jyomi gets up and goes to school. No matter how long it has been since baby Susma was even acknowledged, she greets everyone with a smile. However hormonal Jyoti is feeling, she still gets up at 5.30am and makes thirteen people breakfast in a dark kitchen. Being a part of their life, if only for a short while, was truly humbling.


On our last night in Chitwan, the children regaled us with crayon drawings and cards and decorated the whole orphanage in leftover Christmas tinsel. Babita showcased her very best moves and the whole family partied together to the beat of Hindi soundtracks. We danced like I’d never danced before and went to bed that night sweatier and smellier than ever. In the morning, the children walked the long road to the bus stop. Waving goodbye to them from the window was one of the saddest moments of my life. Telling Jyomi that we’ve raised enough money to send her to college will, I’m sure, be one of the happiest. 

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Hannah Thompson-Yates on Nepal and Chitwan: The love I have for Nepal tastes of buttery lentil dhal, smells of frangipangis, looks like sunrise over the Himalaya, sounds like children laughing and feels like home. I lost my heart in the heat of August, in the sleepy village of Sahura, Chitwan and I don’t even want it back.

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Comments

  1. Absolutely heart rendering piece of writing. Must have been such a humbling experience. The writer conveys the real essence of this kind of volunteering, the love and appreciation of the children.

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  2. Truly amazing. I feel like I have been transported to Chitwan with the writer to meet all of those loving children.

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    1. Amazing travel writing, really does make you feel appreciative.

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  3. A very moving piece, especially poignant as the money has been raised to send Jyomi to school, but that leaves the twelve others wanting.

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  4. An amazing heartfelt piece that really transports you to Chitwan along with the writer. It really made me want to meet these truly inspiring children who remain happy and positive even through all of the hardships that they face.

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  5. Such a moving piece of writing. I've fallen in love with every single child just be reading it.

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  6. Enjoyed every second of reading this piece. So moving and so brilliantly written. Felt as if was a part of the experience myself.

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  7. Lovely piece of writing, it makes me want to do something to help!

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  8. Superb writing. You draw a wonderful picture. Well done! You must enter the Expatclic Travel Reflections competition, and submit to to the Writers Abroad anthology!

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  9. Truly heart-warming, written well to the extent i felt i was seeing it through my own eyes.

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  10. Brilliant. Emotive, descriptive, factual and fundamentally; persuasive. I want to help!

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  11. As I read, I wondered what (if any) personal connection the writer would have with the children once s/he moved on, having read many backpacker accounts of poverty and need for which they feel no action is required. So the last line came as a wonderfully powerful punch in the gut and I'm SO glad to be proved wrong!! A powerful and evocative piece of writing.

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  12. I feel as though i've been transported to Chitwan through the writers' powerful and emotive style of writing. A wonderful piece that makes me want to travel the world!

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  13. Wonderful, emotive writing. The writer shows her love and respect for these incredible children.

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  14. I finished this piece with tears in my eyes. Incredibly moving writing.

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  15. This is a gorgeous piece of writing that truly brought tears to my eyes. It's lovely to encounter a writer who doesn't write about these children through clichés because 'there are just no words.' There are words, and the writer chooses them beautifully and captures the experience of living with these children without a hint of ego. Keep exploring and writing about it, I can't wait to read more!

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  16. What a brilliant and emotive piece of writing. It really did bring a tear to my eye- i'm sure the writer really did make a difference in those children's lives just as they did hers. Truly lovely encounter of a backpackers experience.

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  17. A beautiful piece of writing, really descriptive and moving. A real glimpse into the day to day lives of these children in Chitwan.

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  18. Congratulations!! I hope that you continue to write as well as you do, and travel. I would love to read more..

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  19. A brilliant and informative article.

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