I thought about titling this blog “Why I will never be able
to work in America again” but I thought that might border on braggadocios. And
well, you know what they say about saying “never.” And so, Discovery Week won.
As you may remember from previous posts, our school has a
tradition in the high school to take a week off from regular classes and
“discover.” Teachers design courses ranging from learning how to cook here in
Seoul to camping in the deserts of Oman. I’ll be the first to admit that
planning a trip with 15 teenagers can be stressful and that spending a solid
week with my hormonal, sans-prefrontal cortex students isn’t exactly the
portrait of a holiday. But, come on. Who
says “no” to hiking in the Himalayas? Not this Colorado girl. And so, off I
went.
The last time I went to Nepal, we stayed relatively close to
the foothills near Kathmandu. We went off the beaten path, so to speak, though
the actual path we followed was well worn by the locals traveling from village
to village. This time, we took the most scenic flight I have ever been on to
the town of Pokhara and took off on our hiking from there. This distance gave
us spectacular views of the Annapurna Range though we ourselves never got much
above 6,000 feet.
Now, a trip like this sounds amazing on paper. Exotic
culture, spectacular mountains, “fancy camping” (as I like to call it), what is
there not to like? In the planning stages, you have to know that your wild card
is always going to be the group of students traveling with you. Their attitudes
and behavior can make or break any trip, no matter how well-planned.
One of our campsites
They can be tough to impress. Not only have they been
everywhere but their parents are often CEOs or dignitaries of some sort and are
therefore *ahem* well off. When they
travel, they go in style. Business class or bust, baby. So when I am imagining
flying to Nepal with these guys, knowing that we will be sleeping in tents,
without showers, and either using the glorious forest floor or (if we are
lucky) a squatty potty to “take care of business”, I am a little skeptical. How
are they going to react?
And so, here I am today to confess to you that I sold these
kids unbelievably short. They were incredible. They were as thrilled as I was
when we got to our first campsite and found squatty potties available to us.
They even came back and told the rest of the group that they had to go check
out just how clean said services were.
They raved about the food prepared by our tour
guides and thanked them profusely for everything that they did for us.
The actual view from the squatty potty
Yep. He made a cake in a portable kitchen. A CAKE!
When it came time for some manual labor at one of the village schools, they didn’t bat
an eye about getting dirty and working hard all day. Even to the very end on our
red-eye flight back to Seoul, they were bright and cheerful and ready to face
the day.
I guess that the “discoveries” made during Discovery Week
aren’t limited just to our students. I’ve mentioned before how TCKs (third
culture kids) are different. After this trip, I think I’ll be proud to have a
couple of them in my house.
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