Saturday, December 06, 2008

Not About Cake For A Change

On the right hand side of my blog is a cluster map. It is a visual representation of the number and location of the people who have visited my blog during a certain time period. If you click on the map you can see an enlarged version. Just the other day I went to look at my map and discovered that it provided me with a list of total visits to my blog by country. I thought it was pretty cool. So this list is the number of visits that have been made to my blog between May 1, 2008 and November 26, 2008. I have to say that I'm pretty surprised that there were less hits from Brazil than from the UK. India's rating didn't surprise me too much since I was actually living there and blogging from there for about half of the time that this data is collected from. Anyway, some randomness for you that doesn't involve a cake. :)

Current Country Totals
From 1 May 2008 to 26 Nov 2008


United States (US)2,108
Canada (CA)1,293
India (IN)539
United Kingdom (GB)350
Brazil (BR)156
Australia (AU)73
Germany (DE)55
Europe (EU)39
France (FR)39
Netherlands (NL)30
Spain (ES)28
Italy (IT)26
Turkey (TR)22
United Arab Emirates (AE)21
Norway (NO)20
Singapore (SG)20
Korea, Republic of (KR)20
Philippines (PH)19
Malaysia (MY)18
Israel (IL)18
Hong Kong (HK)18
Thailand (TH)16
Poland (PL)16
Sweden (SE)15
Pakistan (PK)15
Switzerland (CH)15
Denmark (DK)14
Japan (JP)14
New Zealand (NZ)13
Romania (RO)12
Ireland (IE)12
South Africa (ZA)11
Saudi Arabia (SA)10
Mexico (MX)9
Belgium (BE)9
Portugal (PT)9
Indonesia (ID)9
China (CN)8
Austria (AT)8
Czech Republic (CZ)8
Greece (GR)7
Malta (MT)6
Colombia (CO)5
Peru (PE)5
Morocco (MA)5
Finland (FI)5
Argentina (AR)5
Hungary (HU)5
Bulgaria (BG)5
El Salvador (SV)5
Vietnam (VN)5
Russian Federation (RU)4
Egypt (EG)4
Nepal (NP)4
Oman (OM)4
Venezuela (VE)4
Chile (CL)4
Puerto Rico (PR)4
Sri Lanka (LK)4
Guatemala (GT)4
Kuwait (KW)4
Serbia (RS)3
Jamaica (JM)3
Taiwan (TW)3
Iran, Islamic Republic of (IR)3
Estonia (EE)3
Trinidad and Tobago (TT)2
Moldova, Republic of (MD)2
Iceland (IS)2
Uruguay (UY)2
Latvia (LV)2
Panama (PA)2
Lithuania (LT)2
Ecuador (EC)2
Slovenia (SI)2
Bahrain (BH)2
Qatar (QA)2
Bangladesh (BD)2
Tunisia (TN)2
Lebanon (LB)2
Croatia (HR)2
Cyprus (CY)2
Bahamas (BS)1
Kenya (KE)1
Algeria (DZ)1
Maldives (MV)1
Zambia (ZM)1
Georgia (GE)1
Bosnia and Herzegovina (BA)1
Aruba (AW)1
Senegal (SN)1
Netherlands Antilles (AN)1
Yemen (YE)1
Ukraine (UA)1
Costa Rica (CR)1
Macedonia (MK)1
Dominica (DM)1

Friday, December 05, 2008

Christmas Cakes For The Bride To Be

Because I apparently have nothing better to blog about than cakes, here is my most recent creation.


I made these cakes for a bridal shower for a friend of mine. Everyone was asked to bring a Christmas ornament for the couple's first Christmas tree together. I, being the cake person that I am, was inspired to make Christmas ornament cakes! I did them in the colors that Cindy, the bride, had suggested for ornaments for their tree. Red and gold & Blue and silver. I used a Wilton pan designed for making sports balls etc. You bake the two halves and then "glue" them together with icing. Each ball is a different flavor of cake and they're all iced in butter cream. The tops are mini peanut butter cups wrapped in gold foil. If you look closely you can see that I used some florists wire to make the hangy-loop-part coming out of the top. To give the cakes more of a shiny, Christmas ornament look, I "painted" them with colored shimmer powder, also made by Wilton.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Skoda Fabia The Original Cake Car

The cake decorator in me was amazed by this.




You can watch how they did it here.

Finale Cake from Wilton's Course 3


This was the finale cake that I made in Wilton's Course 3. The bottom tier is a butter pecan cake, torted, with a layer of chocolate cake in between. The top tier is chocolate. They are both filled and iced with cappuccino icing and then covered in rolled fondant. The flowers are petunias done in Royal Icing and the border is done in butter cream. I'm not a fan of the pillar look, I prefer the stacked tiered cake over this. I took this one to work with me and fed it to people. :o)

It has obviously taken me a long time to get this posted. I'll admit that I haven't been very inspired to write much on here lately and when I have had something to post, like the above cake, I haven't had the time to do it. :( I've been trying to catch up on reading other people's blogs recently. Maybe I can also improve in the area of keeping my own blog up to date....we'll see.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Wilton Course 3: Fondant and Tiered Cakes


Right now I am taking Course 3 of the Wilton cake decorating classes. This is the first of my class projects.


It was an 8x8 chocolate cake with cappuccino filling, covered in fondant. It was way easier to cover a cake with fondant than I had imagined it would be. I took some creative liberties with the design because I didn't like everything about the example in the book. I like mine better. :) The full bow on top was something to learn from. I'll do a few things differently the next time I try one of those. I gave this cake to Raysha, the best India roommate ever, for her birthday.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Birthday Bash: 2nd Edition.

This weekend I went to Saskatoon so that I could make the cake for Cadence's second birthday party. I hope that it will become a tradition for me to make this Little girl's birthday cakes. I made a cake for her baby shower and I also made her first birthday cake. I decided this year to make a two tiered cake for a two year old girl. :)

The cake


The kid and her cake.


The cake on the kid.


Opening up her gifts.


Making room for herself in the car.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Somehow It Always Does...


This past weekend Jennifer Jade Kerr released her debut album, Somehow it always does... I was so excited to be able to attend the release party on Saturday night. Jennifer gave a great show despite the fact that she was sick. She has great honesty and authenticity in both her music and her stage presence. If you weren't at the release party and you haven't yet gotten your hands on the cd you can check out some of her stuff on her myspace page. Also, check out her website www.jenniferjadekerr.com.

This week Jennifer is moving to Kelowna, BC where she will work with a Lutheran church as the director of youth and young adults. I'm sad to see her go but glad that she is following God's leading on her life. Jennifer's decision to leave Saskatchewan has affected my life in various ways, I have taken over her position as Registrar of Western Christian College and I've also moved in with her former roommate, Kim. So far both are working out wonderfully. So thanks Jennifer! :)


Love this girl!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Happy 2nd Birthday Little Girl!

It has been a long time since I have blogged about my all time favorite topic. Can anyone guess what (who) that is? Her name is Cadence and she stole my heart on the day she was born, two years ago yesterday. I reflected on this special day a year ago, and also included a picture from the day she was born and another from the day she turned one. I couldn't be in Saskatoon yesterday to get an "official" birthday picture but the one I've included below was taken last weekend when I was there. Isn't she cute? Everybody say "Aaaaaaaaaaah"! :)



This time last year Cadence wasn't walking on her own but now she's walking and running and getting into all kinds of mischief. She still doesn't say much at this point but she has her own ways of communicating her wants and needs.

While I was away in India I missed my Little girl so much. After being gone for 6 months I had become somewhat unfamiliar to her and that was a little hard on me. I'm glad that I've been able to spend enough time with her since getting back that she knows me again.

Happy second birthday Little girl!!!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Happy One Hundredth!

Yesterday Bella Dobni, one of the residents of the care home where I used to work, turned 100. I had decided some time ago that I wanted to make her a cake. It's not every day that you get the opportunity to make a hundredth birthday cake!



The base tier was chocolate fudge, the middle tier was butter pecan and the top tier was french vanilla. It was iced in butter cream with fondant numbers and a fondant banner. It was my first time using real flowers on a cake. I wasn't completely satisfied with how it worked out but it was something to learn from for the next time. The evening before I went to five different stores before I found white roses. I was beginning to worry but my perseverance payed off and I found some pretty nice ones. The care home put on a big BBQ to celebrate and all of the resident's families were invited. It is apparently going to become an annual event. The cake was a big hit with everyone. Bella loved it which made me very happy.


Bella with her cake. She looks pretty good for 100!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Cake Wrecks

Last week Lisa introduced me to the Cake Wrecks Blog. The subtitle of the blog is "When professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong." This blog has given me much amusement. Go check it out, it's worth it!

Another Cake :)

On Sunday night my friend Jennifer Wallace sent me a message on facebook asking if I could decorate a cake for Jessica, her sister in law, and her daughter, Addyson's baby shower that was going to be on Friday evening. In the back of my mind I knew that there was a possibility that I would be moving to Regina this weekend but I agreed to make the cake anyway. Jennifer gave me creative license on the project and this is what I ended up with.


It was two layers, one chocolate and one vanilla. Iced in butter cream and the details are done in fondant. Jennifer did tell me that Jessica's favorite color is blue even though Addyson is a girl. So I tried to incorporate the blue without making the cake look like it was for a baby boy. The little pink footprints were made using a mold. The cake was a big hit at the shower which made me happy.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

My Next Step

I find it interesting and somewhat amusing that my life never seems to go the way I plan it. God likes to mix things up on me. While I was in India I did a lot of praying about what I would do when I got back to Canada. There was really only one thing that was clear to me and that was that I needed to spend some time in Canada for a while and not run off to another foreigner country for an extended period of time, which had been my original plan. I knew coming back to Canada that I needed to take some time to take care of some health issues before I could go back to work. I am very glad that antibiotics cleared up the bacterial infection that I picked up while in India and I've started some new treatment for my sciatic nerve problems. (Look for more info on that in a future blog post.)

I knew that with the back pain I've been experiencing for so long that I would not be able to return to my former job at the personal care home even though I loved that job. I did think that maybe I could take an eight month program geared toward that field while I tried to get my back straightened out. I wasn't super keen on the idea of going back to school right now but I decided that I would do my part of sending in an application and that God could decide from there. I sent in my application while I was still in India and I was pretty confident that I would get in. I was actually pretty shocked when some circumstances out of my control arose that delayed me acceptance until it was too late and all the places were filled. "Um, ok God. I did say it was your decision on whether I got in or not. So what do you have you sleeve for me now???"

Shortly after I had returned from India and before I had found out that I wasn't going to school I had received an email from Stan Helton, the dean of Western Christian College, asking if I would be looking for work in the fall. That wasn't in my plans but out of curiosity I replied asking why. He informed me that there was a likely possibility he would be in need of a new college registrar and he thought I would be a could candidate for the job. To be completely honest, I laughed out loud when I got that email. I can't help but wonder if God was laughing right along with me, knowing exactly what he was planning.

Some different things happened that lead me to at least begin praying about whether I should apply for the position. In the end I submitted my resume with the mindset that I took the step but that it was God's decision from there. On Thursday I got a call from WCC offering me the position starting on Monday. And God, being the amazing God that he is, already had a home and roommate lined up for me before I even got the job!

In some ways I am sad to be leaving Saskatoon again so soon. I love being close to my family, Lisa, Paul and Cadence and I love the church here. At the same time Regina is not too far from Saskatoon that I can't make regular trips back here. I'm already planning on being back next weekend. And I do have a lot of good friends in Regina as well. I'm both excited and nervous about this new phase of my life that is about to start. Mostly I am excited about the ministry opportunity that this new job is. God is so good to me and I am so grateful!

Friday, August 08, 2008

Memories of a Friend Gone Too Soon.

One year ago today my friend Brian Windell was killed in a car accident. Brian and I graduated together from Western Christian College in 1999. The news of his death came as a horrifying shock to me. I have thought of him and his family often over this last year. There are many emotions involved when someone you care about leaves this world. It's because of my struggle to deal with those emotions that I haven't written anything about this before now. In some ways I still don't feel ready to write.

Brian was a good friend. Always there with an ear to listen and an encouraging word or simply a shoulder to cry on, if that was what was needed. I have fond memories of camp fire devos, late night walks and deep conversations. The high school drama team had a performance in Bozeman, Montana once and Brian tagged along to visit family. On the drive back home, there were some amazing northern lights in the sky. It turned out that Brian had never seen them before. It was hard for me to decide which to watch, the lights in the sky or Brian's amazement at God's magnificent display. Another memory that sticks out in my mind is of our grade 12 camping trip. A lot of crazy things happened that weekend including blowing up part of a chimney with a butane cartridge from a cordless curling iron late one night. Brian loved playing with fire. After we had been sufficiently reamed out by Momma G the group of us decided to go for a walk. For some reason everyone else lagged way behind and it ended up just being Brian and I for a long time. I wish I could remember the details of our conversation that night but I can't. I do remember we shared about some of our struggles and our goals and dreams for the future. Eventually the rest of our group caught up to us and Brian had the idea of hiding in the ditch until they had gone past us. He looked at me and asked if I could scream, I simply grinned and then screamed at the top of my lungs. We could hear one of our friends, Jeannie, get really upset and the rest of them trying to calm her down and figure out where I was. Brian literally fell to the ground laughing. We shared a pretty good laugh as we all walked back to the campsite. These are just a few of many memories I have of Brian.

After he moved back to the states to go to university Brian and I kept in touch through email. I only saw him two or three times after grade 12 and eventually the frequency of our emails lessened. We may have drifted apart as seems to happen to so many friendships as people go their separate ways but every time we did touch base we picked up exactly where we had left off.

Not very long after hearing of Brian's death I came across my grade 12 address book that had been put together by a classmate. There was room for each student to leave a comment underneath their contact information. Brian wrote about some of his memories from that year, including fire, butane and the northern lights. He finished off by talking about wanting more time to make more memories and wrote, "We'll have plenty of time before long. Just make sure you go to the same place I do. (I'm going up, I like fire and all but not that much)" I never imagined that Brian would be gone so soon. He left behind a wife of five years and an eight month old daughter as well as the rest of his family and friends. I know that we are all looking forward to joining him "up" there one day. Brian's family and friends are especially in my thoughts and prayers today.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

August Long Weekend - Parry Reunion '08

On the weekend we surprised my grandmother with a family reunion. Her plan was to spend the weekend at my aunt's cabin up at Crooked Lake but what she didn't know was that all of her grandkids and great grandkids were going to be there. The only person missing was my Uncle Garth who was unable to make it. The idea was hatched by my cousin, Ashley and my sister, Michelle a few months ago. It all came together pretty well. I was convinced that someone had spilled the beans and that Grandma knew what was going on but apparently she was caught completely off guard. It had been many years since the entire family was in the same place at the same time like this. It was such a wonderful weekend for everyone I think. It was really nice to catch up with everyone and meet some of the newer family members whom I hadn't yet met. It was also great meeting my cousin, Rebecca's fiancé, Geoff and my other cousin, Ashley's boyfriend, Carlos who happens to be from Guinea-Bissau and speaks Portuguese. Speaking with him in Portuguese made me very happy! I posted a ton of pictures on facebook so go check it out.

Group shot of the entire family taken on Saturday.


This is the cake that I made to celebrate the occasion. Any excuse to make a cake! This was my first attempt at a tiered cake, turned out pretty good I think.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Nasty-India-Sickness aka Campylobacteriosis

The verdict is in, my Nasty-India-Sickness that followed me back to Canada has a name. When I got the call I actually had to ask the guy to spell it for me because even after he had said it once or twice I still wouldn't have been able to repeat it. C-A-M-P-Y-L-O-B-A-C-T-E-R-I-O-S-I-S. Now try saying that ten times fast! According to my new friend from the centre of infectious disease control it is a bacterial infection that I most likely acquired from eating infected poultry, pork or beef or drinking unpasteurized milk. He gave me more information than I could ever want on the bacteria and asked me a lot of questions about my travel history and symptoms. I was on the phone with him for at least a half hour. He also told me that normally they don't treat this with antibiotics and just let it run it's course but since I have had symptoms for so long that it would be a good idea to go back to see my doctor so he can prescribe something. So it is back to the doctor for me! And of course after I got off the phone I googled my newly named disease and found a pretty picture of the campylobacter for you all to see.


P.S. The doctor prescribed me some super-antibiotics and so I'm now hopefully on my way to a full recovery! :)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Journey Home - HK and Victoria

My India adventure ended with Hong Kong and then Victoria. I loved Hong Kong the second time around almost as much as the first. That city has everything a person could want. We had some good adventures and ate some great food which was just what I expected. I didn't take many pictures this time but here is a noteworthy one of me and my Rayshma taken at Hong Kong Park. Life just isn't the same without my Rayshma around. :(



When we finally arrived in Vancouver (I think it was a 13 point something hour long flight) I was asking myself why I had thought it was a good idea to schedule 4 days in Victoria instead of just going straight home to Saskatoon. That feeling didn't last long however. Pretty much as soon as I left the airport I was glad I was there. My first highlight was meeting some Brazilians on the bus to the ferry. I love speaking Portuguese with random Brazilian strangers. It's amazing to me how I can become someones new best friend just for the simple fact that I speak their language. I wonder if it is like that with all people or just Brazilians??? I was blown away by the ferry ride to the island. The whole weekend in Victoria reinforced the simple fact that I am definitely a prairie girl. I loved Victoria and I kept telling Crystal that I could easily consider relocating there. My only problem would be that I would have no time for work because I would be too busy playing all the time. :) Peckett and I both love to take pictures so we did a lot of that. If you're on facebook you've probably seen all of these already but I'm posting them here anyway.

Peckett at the lookout on top of Mt. Doug.


Also taken on Mt. Doug.


Feeding the seals at Fisherman's Warf. There were really cool houseboats here.


Another Pamela is definitely a prairie girl moment.


We found some really cool trees in Beacon Hill Park.


Almost like a hammock.


Taken at Balmacarra Beach


You can't tell but this tree was actually hanging out over a cliff...I don't like heights, I was being brave!


I really like driftwood.


Maybe the coolest piece of driftwood I saw all weekend.


Crystal and her fiancé, Brian. They weren't yet engaged at the time of this photo.


So good spending time with this wonderful girl! I really enjoyed having her show me around "her island"


This was taken at Island View Beach.


My new little driftwood home.


Hiking at Pickles' Bluff...what kind of a name is that? And why is Crystal on her cell phone in the middle of the bush?


Watching the sunset off of the breakwater at Ogden Point.


And this was maybe the most random thing I saw while in Victoria. Darth Vader playing the violin. weird.

Crystal thank you so much for an amazing and unforgettable weekend. You made coming home incredibly special for me! You also stuck with me during the worst of my jet lag which is impressive! I think I may be slightly sillier when I haven't slept in 36 hours. Or maybe just less understandable. :)

Monday, July 07, 2008

The Journey Home - Kolkata

Well, I guess it is about time that I tell the story of our trip home. It was a long trip to say the least. We left Guwahati on Saturday morning. It poured the entire drive to the airport. And when I say poured I'm talking about the sky being opened and the waters of heaven pouring down! When we arrived at the hotel in Kolkata we discovered that our suitcases that had been tied to the top of the Sumo with a tarp over them had been soaked. So we unpacked our suitcases and turned our hotel room into a mock clothesline.

In January we spent a couple nights in Kolkata but we didn't get to see very much of the city. We had some sickies on that trip so we hung out in the hotel instead. It was a lot of fun to go and see some of the city this time around.

Sunday we worshiped at the home of Swami and Violet. Violet made us an amazing lunch. She served us her fried chicken which is famous among the Canadians who have visited her house.
After lunch Ray took Raysha and me on a little adventure. The pouring rain that we had left behind in Guwahati found us in Kolkata and proceeded to drench us to the bone. I will always remember making our way from the taxi to the subway in the rain. It was if we were wading upstream or something. First we went to see the Victoria Memorial. We didn't go inside because it cost a ridiculous amount of money. It was one of those "Indians pay 20 rupees and foreigners pay a gazillion times as much" situations. I hear there's not much to see inside anyway. It looked pretty nice from the outside.

We then took a cab to the Missionaries of Charity's Motherhouse. The Missionaries of Charity is Mother Teresa's order. Inside the Motherhouse there is a small museum type display outlining the life and work of Mother Teresa. Her tomb is also there for viewing. I had just finished reading her biography written by Navin Chawla. I would certainly recommend it. It gives a lot of insight into the work that Mother Teresa was passionate about, serving the poorest of the poor. After seeing the Motherhouse we went down the street to the Shishu Bawan, children's home. We arrived only 15 minutes before the Shishu Bawan was supposed to be closed to visitors, one of the sisters kindly showed us around despite that fact. It was supper time for the children but we still visited many different areas. We saw children and infants who were being treated for malnourishment and we saw special needs children with varying degrees of disabilities. We visited with children of all ages. The only area that we were not permitted to go was the intensive care area for premature infants. My visit to the Shishu Bawan may have been short but it left a deep impression on me. When I return to India I would like to schedule one or two weeks in Kolkata for the purpose of volunteering with the work of the Missionaries of Charity. Go read the book by Navin Chawla to find out about what these dedicated people are doing all over the world.

On Monday we went to the market to look around and do some shopping. Ray took us to see the Fairlawn Hotel where the movie City of Joy starring Patrick Swayze was filmed. I haven't seen the movie but I'm gonna check it out.

Ray's shoes were in desperate need of a shine after wading through the water the previous day. Notice this guy only has one arm and one leg. Watching him tie the laces was pretty impressive.


Didn't see any of these rickshaws in Guwahati, only Cycle rickshaws.


My very first rickshaw ride was on my very last day in India.


Our flight out of Kolkata was super early Tuesday morning which really just felt like Monday night. It felt pretty surreal since I hadn't quite wrapped my mind around the fact that I was leaving India. Surprisingly there were no delays or hitches of any kind regarding our travel. Unless you factor in that Andrew spent that entire night vomiting. I felt so bad for the poor kid. He was a trooper though and by the next day in Hong Kong he was doing better. I'll save that leg of the journey for another post. To wrap up my adventures in India I'll leave you with this photo. It pretty much sums it all up.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Birthdays Birthdays Everywhere

Yesterday was a very special day. Most importantly it was my brother, Dirk's 30th birthday! Happy Birthday Dirk! He had a wiener roast party with some friends from work on Friday night and so I made him a cake. He is a little bit of (and by that I mean HUGE) Star Wars fan. So I decided I wanted to do something Star Wars related. Here is what I came up with.

R2D2

I got a little creative with this one. There are actually FIVE cakes that make up R2D2. The body is 3 8" round cakes stacked on top of each other. I baked a fourth cake in a pyrex bowl for the head and his legs were baked in a long loaf pan. I then cut and shaped the loaf into two legs. I inserted 4 plastic dowels into the 2 bottom round cakes and place a cardboard circle for support before adding the third round cake and the bowl cake on top. I then inserted a long plastic dowel through the middle of all four cakes to give it some stability. I also inserted plastic straws down the length of the legs to add support. I iced it with white and grey buttercream icing. The detailing is done in blue and grey fondant and then some grey buttercream piping. I was running out of time and icing near the end so the legs and some of the details are not as nice as I would have liked. It was my first time using fondant and making more than a two layer cake. Both worked out pretty well for me and I'm looking forward to playing around with the techniques on future cakes.

The other reason that yesterday was a special day was it was Canada's 141st birthday. I didn't make a cake, too much R2D2 left over! I did go watch the fireworks with Dirk and his friend Devon though. I like fireworks. Good times. Happy Birthday Canada.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Sentence Finally Given

I know you are all expecting the tale of my journey home but this post doesn't actually require me to do much writing and is therefor less time consuming.

The two men who were found guilty of breaking into my father's home and attacking him and my brother were sentenced yesterday. You can read the article that was run in today's StarPhoenix newspaper below or it can be found online here. Please note that there is a typo. My father is 55 years old not 59.


Assault on father, son leads to jail time

Betty Ann Adam, The StarPhoenix

Published: Thursday, June 26, 2008

Two men who forced their way into a rural home and assaulted a father and son inside are going to prison.

Justice Ian McLellan had no pity for William Kominetsky, who was shot in the stomach by the Pike Lake-area homeowner he was assaulting on the rainy night of June 17, 2005.

McLellan refused to consider Kominetsky's wound a mitigating factor, saying he was the author of his own misfortune.

Kominetsky, 39, was sentenced to 41/2 years in prison for break and enter and assault causing bodily harm against Robert Stonehouse, 59, who later suffered a trauma-induced stroke from the attack.

Stonehouse also suffered a gunshot wound from the same bullet that pierced Kominetsky's stomach.

Stonehouse inadvertently shot through his own side as he reached across his front and tried to fire behind himself at Kominetsky, who was holding him face down on the sofa and punching his head.

Thomas Johnson, 31, was sentenced to 30 months for break and enter and assaulting Stonehouse's son, Dirk Stonehouse, 29.

Both offenders will have their DNA profiles entered in the national data bank and are prohibited from possessing firearms for the rest of their lives.

Crown prosecutor Sandeep Bains said it was a very disturbing case in which strangers entered a rural home and committed violence upon the occupants.

The prison sentences send "a significant message to the community" that people who commit home invasions will be dealt with seriously, Bains said.

Both Stonehouses used firearms from their collection to repel the intruders and were themselves charged with attempted murder. Both spent a weekend in custody before the charges were dropped.

The elder Stonehouse suffered the stroke while in custody and was taken to hospital, but returned to cells three times in one night, he said in an interview.

Roger Kergoat, Johnson's lawyer, said the incident occurred when rain prevented Johnson and Kominetsky from camping out and they decided to try to collect an alleged debt while they were in the area.

Both were drunk and belligerent when they knocked on the Stonehouse door and Johnson demanded money, McLellan found.

Robert Stonehouse said he had never met Kominetsky before and didn't recognize Johnson, who had worked for him briefly, years earlier.

Johnson punched Dirk Stonehouse and Kominetsky pushed past them into the house, McLellan found.

Robert Stonehouse hurried to call 911 but the call didn't go through because his son was using dial-up Internet.

Stonehouse managed to seize his .25-calibre pistol from the pocket of his armchair and warned Kominetsky but it did no good and Kominetsky attacked him.

Kominetsky punched Stonehouse on the couch and didn't stop even after he was shot in the stomach.

Dirk Stonehouse, meanwhile, had locked Johnson out of the house and tried to help his father. Kominetsky didn't respond when the younger Stonehouse punched him in the head and warned he would get a shotgun.

Before he could get the weapon, Dirk Stonehouse had to fight off Johnson, who had heard the shot and broken in again to help Kominetsky.

Dirk Stonehouse struck Kominetsky on the head with the shotgun barrel and the weapon discharged, though no one apparently was shot by it.

After the intruders left, police were notified.

When Kominetsky and Johnson were arrested they told police Stonehouse invited them over and then tried to kill them.

RCMP obtained a search warrant for the Stonehouse property and arrested and charged the victims.

Robert Stonehouse said outside court RCMP caused about $10,000 damage during the search and he still has not received back about $30,000 in property seized at that time, despite the fact it has been three years since the incident. He said he intends to take legal action.

McLellan on Wednesday ordered the return of Crown exhibits in the case but those do not apparently include the property Stonehouse alleges was seized.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Home Again

This will just be a quick post to let you all know that I arrived home in Saskatoon in one piece. Yesterday was my first day at home and it was definitely a full one. The next few days promise to be just as busy so I'm not anticipating any time to dedicate to blogging in the immediate future. Hopefully I'll catch you up on the epic return journey sometime soon and then my blog is bound to revert back to it's boring pre-India self again. :) If you're in the Saskatoon area give me a call and maybe we can get together. I'd love to tell you about the adventures in person.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Saying Goodbye To My Kids.

This past Tuesday was our first day back at Kalapani after being away for two weeks. As I was walking up to the school building I heard some kids yell out "Miss". Then Chetan and Sushil came running out of the classroom calling "Good morning Miss! Good morning Miss!" And one after the other they ran up to me with arms open wide and grabbed me in probably the best hug I have ever received. It nearly brought tears to my eyes and I've gotten a little teary eyed when I have thought about it since. A child giving someone a hug might not seem like that big of a deal to us in North America but here in India people don't really give hugs. Everyone shakes hands instead. This has been a bit of an adjustment for me because I like hugs. It has been hard saying goodbye to people and not being able to hug them. For me a shake of the hand just doesn't seem to bring enough closure. This unabashed show of affection from Chetan and Sushil really made my day. I know that it is going to be one of my fondest memories of India when I go home. That small event has given me some confidence that maybe I did make a bit of a difference in these children's lives.

Chetan on the left and Sushil on the right. I made them pose for this picture after class on Tuesday. Not only are hugs uncommon but so is smiling for the camera!


Today we went out to Kalapani for the last time. We have been going to the school twice a week and teaching stories from the life of Christ. (We also taught Sunday school using Old Testament stories.) We wrapped up our lessons on Tuesday with the story of the crucifixion and resurrection and today we had a fun day of presentations and goodbyes.

From the very first day that I went to Kalapani I fell in love with those kids. That first day they had no idea what to make of these white Canadians girls. Now just walking up the road to the school we are greeted with shouts of "Good morning Miss!" no matter what time of day. And on our way back down we are sure to be sent off with a "Goodbye Miss!" Even the parents of the children often greet us. I've gone from not knowing how to even pronounce their names to only confusing a few of their names because they look so much alike. Some of them have gone from being too shy to even try to speak English to being able to say some simple phrases. Spoken communication has been difficult but unspoken communication has happened on so many levels.

Today was a difficult day for me. I knew saying goodbye was going to be hard but I never imagined that my heart would hurt as much as it does. We started out our morning by handing out folders with all of the worksheets that they have done with us over the last 5 months. We also presented each child with a photograph of themselves. These kids have most likely never had their photos taken until we came along. They get so excited every time I pull out my camera and they always want to see the picture after I have taken it. I think they were pretty pleased when I gave them their photos today. As I called them each up one by one I went against the cultural norm and gave them each a hug. Some of them were eager to hug me and others didn't seem to know how to respond. We spent some time singing their favorite songs and then we went outside for a class photograph.

It was unfortunate that there were only 39 out of 53 of the students there today.

After our photo shoot we had one last go at "What time is it Mr. Wolf?" They really do love that game although sometimes their "What time is it Mr. Wolf?" comes out more like, "Wat choo a et mor woog?" or something of the sort. :) After they were all played out we served them cookies that Raysha and I had made last night. Soon enough it was time for them to be dismissed and the inevitable goodbye had come. I tried to say a little something but pretty much started to cry on the spot. They all kind of stared at me dumbly and I know they were thinking, "Why is Miss crying???" I think that most of them understood that this was the last time that we were going to see them as they all came and said goodbye two or three times. I was blown numerous kisses from Laxmi as she walked down the road and I was pretty much just a big blubbering baby.

I love those kids and I pray that the seeds that were planted in their hearts during our short time with them will one day grow into faith. Please join me in praying for these very precious children. Thank you to all of you who have chosen an individual child to pray for. There are still 10 more children who have not been chosen by someone. This includes one new student, Hinangshu Sinha who started coming to school while we were away. The others are Raj Chetri, Brine Marak, Aditya Singha, Emon Sangma, Ujjal Kalita, Sujal Singha, Rahit Sharma, Pawan Chetri, and Udiptta Sharma. You will find their photos here. Go and choose one and leave a comment letting me know. Thanks.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Five Months

Today marks five month since we left Canada. That means that in two weeks from today I will be back in Saskatoon. We are leaving Guwahati in four days. FOUR DAYS! It feels surreal. I've already started to assemble the complicated puzzle that is the contents of my suitcases. I'm beginning to think that packing could be considered and art form.

This is my travel schedule:

June 14
12:00pm, depart Guwahati - 1:10pm, arrive in Kolkata.

June 17
1:45am, depart Kolkata - 5:40am arrive in Bangkok.
8:00am, depart Bangkok - 11:45am arrive in Hong Kong.

June 19
12:45pm, depart Hong Kong - 10:00am arrive in Vancouver.

June 22
7:25pm, depart Victoria - 9:45pm arrive in Calgary.
10:40pm, depart Calgary - 11:45pm arrive in Saskatoon.

The McPerhouses will be hanging out in Calcutta for a few days and then spending a few days in Hong Kong with Harmony. I'm looking forward to seeing more of Calcutta than I did the first time but I'm not looking forward to the heat and humidity that we are going to encounter there. They tell me that it's worse than Guwahati, which is hard for me to imagine. I am really looking forward to seeing Harm again and eating some incredible Chinese food. That's probably my favorite memory of our first time in Hong Kong. Such good food! The McPerhouses will be parting ways once we hit Vancouver. I'm heading to Victoria to hang out with my old high school friend Crystal Peckett and the rest of them are headed to Regina. I can hardly wait to see Crystal again and have her show me her BC world. I'm also looking forward to getting home to Saskatoon and seeing my family and friends again. If you're in the Saskatoon area give me a call after the 22nd and we'll catch up.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Aizawl, Mizoram

As I mentioned in my last post Thursday took us from Manipur to Mizoram. The city of Aizawl to be exact. Both Autumn and Andrew were super excited to finally be returning to Aizawl. It is where they lived before they came to Guwahati in January. After spending time with them in Aizawl I now know why they like it so much. It really is a very nice place, very different from anywhere I have been in the North East.


Taken on the road between Aizawl and the airport. The drive from the airport to Aizawl was spectacular!

Aizawl is unlike any city I have ever visited before. It is a city on a hill, or if you are from Saskatchewan, a mountain.

It amazed me how all of the buildings were built on stilts on the side of the mountain. I can't even imagine the devastation that would occur if there was an earthquake.

Our time in Aizawl consisted of lots of visiting. Our first visit was to Supreme and Mary's house. They have a daughter, Shristi and an infant son, Christopher.


Here I am with Shristi and Christopher. Christopher was not at all fond of us white people. He cried when he looked at any of us. Lucky for me he didn't realized it was a white girl holding him until after we took the picture.


On Friday we went to visit the former campus of Silver Oak School where the McMillans used to live and work. A beautiful place that is now owned by the Indian Border Patrol. We also went to visit the new school which operates under the name Dr. Saptea Memorial School. Autumn and Andrew had the chance to visit with some of their old friends and classmates.


This was take at Dr. Saptea Memorial School...Nice view.


This shot was also take from the school.

Friday evening we had supper at Ginpu and Alemla's house. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of their family. Their daughter, Aran, is Autumn's age and their son, Dodong, is Andrew's age. Both Autumn and Andrew spent a couple of nights sleeping over at their house. Alemla is an amazing cook and a very pleasant lady to visit with. While we were there Aran took Raysha and Autumn and I to the highest point in Aizawl, maybe the highest point in all of Mizoram. It was a steep and precarious climb but the view of the city and the sunset was definitely worth it. I took a ridiculous number of photos and I had a very hard time choosing only a couple to post.




On Saturday we had lunch at Pu Moia's house. He entertained us with stories from his trip to the UK. He works with the Gideon's distributing Bibles in various Indian languages.


Pu Moia then took us to meet Becky's mom. I was really glad to have that opportunity.

Saturday afternoon Ray and Ellen took us to the big market in Aizawl. It was quite the experience with lots to see and of course lots of people. Ray and Ellen bought both Raysha and I a Mizo Puan, a wrap around skirt, as a thank you gift. There were literally hundreds to choose from so it was very difficult to make a decision. I absolutely love mine and I am very excited to wear it when I get home to Canada. I can't imagine wearing it in the heat of Guwahati, not even in the cooler temperatures of Aizawl. I'm not sure how the Mizo women can stand it. I would surely melt into a puddle!

Early Sunday morning I became sick again. It was really disappointing for me because it meant that I had to miss out on meeting a lot of people. I stayed at the hotel all day on Sunday and most of Monday. Monday night I did join everyone for supper at Ginpu and Alemla's house again.

Before we knew it Tuesday had arrived and it was time for us to head back to Guwahati. It was a beautiful sunny day and it stayed that way up until we arrived at the airport. The sky darkened and then unleashed a huge amount of wind and rain. We sat around the airport for a very long time before they finally announced that the flight was canceled. Canceled flights to and from Aizawl are not uncommon at this time of year with the Monsoon starting. The rain had stopped by the time we were making our way back up the mountain to Aizawl. Along the way we encountered a major landslide that had blocked the road. Eventually they were able to clear it away and the traffic slowly filtered through. There were many other small slides along the way but none that blocked the road.


The hills were even more beautiful after the rain. The clouds appeared to be almost resting in the valleys. Quite a sight to see.


The cancellation of our flight offered more opportunity for visiting. Wednesday's flight was booked solid so we had to get tickets on Thursday's flight. Every extra minute was well used. I know that Autumn was glad to have a couple of extra days. On Tuesday morning before we left the hotel she had said that she hoped our flight would be canceled. She got her wish.


My two favorite kids and I hanging out at the hotel.


We awoke to rainy weather on Thursday morning which made us wonder if our flight would be canceled again. Luckily by the time we reached the airport everything had cleared off. If the flight had been canceled our next option was to take a bus. Aizawl is 525 kms from Guwahati which would have taken 18 hours by bus. I was much happier to spend an hour on the airplane. The trip was great but it was very good to come home.

The last but not least of my news from our wonderful trip to Manipur and Mizoram was that I finally learned to solve the Rubik's Cube. Raysha started teaching me back in January when we first arrived. I said back then that I wanted to be able to solve it before leaving India. Figuring it out by myself didn't work so well but the mission was accomplished thanks to a lot of patient instruction from Raysha.

Yippee!

Imphal and Churachandpur, Manipur

So I guess I didn't keep you all waiting as long as I thought I might. For once blogger was not persnickety about allowing me to upload photos. On the health aspect of my life I'm feeling better just really, really tired. I think I'm on about a six day cycle so if I'm right it should be hitting again by Thursday. Here's hoping I'm wrong. :)

From the comments I got on my last post, I think that it may have sounded a bit negative. It wasn't intended to be that way. I was just making fun of the fact that I know that Ray and Ellen's family read the blog to see pics etc. even though many of them have never left a comment. I am very aware that there are people out there who are interested in what I'm doing. I mean really, who wouldn't be? :)

Now, what you've all been waiting for... The Trip! The McPerhouses, minus Ellen, flew to Imphal on Saturday, May 24th. Ellen joined us there on the 27th. When we came out of the airport I was glad to see some familiar faces. I started shaking hands and before I knew it I was shaking the hands of many people I had never met before in my life. At first I thought maybe these people were just trying to get in on the chance to shake a white person's hand but then I realized that there was actually just a really huge welcoming party. (I'm not expecting that kind of welcome when I get to S'toon...I fly in at 11:45 at night. Don't feel bad, I wouldn't be there myself if I didn't have to be!)

We went to Shyam Salam's house where I finally got meet his wonderful wife Peggy. I like her a lot! We were served a very tasty brunch and then took a much needed nap.

Peggy and Shyam.


Joshua then took the "young folk" to see the sights of Imphal. We visited a couple of Hindu temples. My favorite was the monkey temple. I fed bananas to some free roaming monkeys. It was good times.

He was one of the less scary looking ones. I held out the banana to him and he came over and took it right out of my hand.


After the Monkey temple we headed to Kangla Fort. It was established as the capital of Manipur by King Khagemba (1597-1652) and King Garibniwaz (1709-1748). Kangla was occupied by the British in 1891. During the time of British occupation the Palace was destroyed. Today there are only a few portions of the outer walls remaining. The Indian military took over Kangla in 1915 and remained there until 2004 when they handed it over to the Manipur government. It is now a historical landmark. (This info came from a sign at Kangla)

At Kangla. That is Joshua holding his son, Lulu. The guy on the far right is Tawkceu, from Myanmar.


On Sunday we worshiped with the Langol Church of Christ. I was asked to prepare a children's class for Sunday morning so I was pretty surprised when there were actually only 2 children and about 20 young adults. Not exactly what I had prepared for but I managed. Ray preached and then after lunch there was a time of fellowship which actually consisted of a lot of speeches and presentations.

A young man by the name of William spoke on behalf of the young people. He asked specific people he remembered who had been previously. Jason and Shannon Bandura, Jonathan Slywka, Jeremy Olson, Rachel Husband, Serena Bell and Harmony McMillan. He asked me to send greetings from the Langol youth to all of you. He said that they remember you fondly and the fun that they had while you were here. They miss you and pray for God's blessings in your lives. It was really very sweet. If you've been to India before it is guaranteed that you are remembered by the people here and it's very likely that I've seen some pretty funny pictures of you in their albums when I've visited their homes...Tim you had some sweet glasses back in the day! :)

Sunday afternoon at the church building.


A group "snap" taken during one of many "photo sessions" :)


After services we went visiting people in their homes. I met some great people and drank lots of tea! Good times!

Here we are at Thongkhanpao's house. His wife, Vialzaching, is suffering from cancer. She is a very sweet lady.


On Monday we visited Brighter Academy which is run by Shyam's daughter Betty. We ate a wonderful Indian breakfast with them. At the home of the McPerhouses don't eat curry for breakfast. It's pretty yummy if you ask me.

Here are some of the younger students during the morning inspection and prayer time.


We had the chance to teach some songs to classes 3 and 4.


After our visit to Brighter Academy we headed for Lamka in Churachandpur. The drive to Lamka was a really good one for me. I spent some good quality time listening and talking to God. I realized that I've allowed myself to get so busy doing other things that I haven't made personal time with God a priority in the last little while. So funny how doing good things can actually be a bad thing if you don't keep your priorities straight. I had lots of thoughts during the drive but I think I'll save them for another post.

The Lamka Church of Christ had a whole program laid out for us. One session Monday night, and then one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one in the evening on Tuesday. It definitely kept Ray busy and didn't leave a whole lot of time for visiting people in their homes although Ray used every spare minute to do just that. He was up before the sun and off visiting...I'm pretty sure he woke some people up. Again I met a lot of special people and drank lots of tea!

The Lamka Church of Christ building.


Listening attentively to Ray speak.


The brothers and sisters in Lamka singing in Paite. I really enjoyed following along in the song books and singing with them.


Ray with Amzathang on the left and Kamkhantang on the right. We had breakfast at Kamkhantang's house before we left on Wednesday morning. I really enjoyed him!


Here we are with Tualdouthang and his daughters, Siame and Naih.


This is Muana, a former ABC student with his wife, Chingbiakkim and their daughter who they named Harmony after Ray and Ellen's youngest daughter.


I love how they tie their babies on their backs.


We headed back to Imphal on Wednesday morning. Ellen had arrived in Imphal while we were in Churachandpur so we were very happy to have her with us again! We hung out with Shyam and his family for the evening. It was very enjoyable.

A very fun group of people to spend time with!


Joshua with his wife, Ranita, their son, Lulu and daughter, Hannah.


I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Manipur. Something that saddens me and has stuck in my mind is all of the division that I've seen amongst the churches of Christ here in India. It has been the most apparent to me when we were in Shillong and especially during our visit to Churachandpur. Please pray for the brothers and sisters here in India, that God would move in their hearts to overcome the divisions and break down the walls that have been built. I take comfort in knowing that God can do anything.

We flew from Imphal to Aizawl on Thursday morning but I think I'll write about Aizawl in a separate post. Stay tuned. :)

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Back In Guwahati

Thirteen days and 31 cups of tea later I arrived back in Guwahati. It was two days later than we had originally planned but I guess that's what happens when you travel to Aizawl at the beginning of the monsoon season. It was a good trip. I met a lot of people and drank a lot of tea. I would have met more people and drank more tea but I got sick again while we were away. I have pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to feel yucky until I get home, have some blood tests done and hopefully receive a cure for this "Nasty-India-Sickness". Due to my feelings of yuckiness, all you die hard fans of my blog are going to have to wait a while longer for pictures and stories from our wonderful trip to the states of Manipur and Mizoram. I 'm pretty sure that most of the people who currently read this aren't really interested in me anyway. They either have or are related to someone with the name that starts with a Mc and ends with a Millan. Sorry to disappoint. Serves you right for lurking and not bothering to comment. :P

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Random Update

Things have been busy around here as always. Ellen pointed out to me this evening that in exactly four weeks from today we will be arriving in Canada. Ray asked me how I felt about that and all I could say was that the thought brings mixed emotions. In some ways I am more than ready to go home and in other ways I don't want to leave this place. *sigh* Where has the time gone?

I thought I would take a few minutes and catch you up on what's been going on around here lately. The last of our guests have already made their exits. Jordan left on May 13 and was headed to some place near Kashmir I believe. Bonnie, Eric, Nic and Tyler left on May 21. They were first headed to Siliguri for a wedding and then on to Delhi and from there they were going to Oman. It's feels a bit strange not having anyone staying with us right now. Pretty quiet these days.

Raja is now back at home and doing well. He was released from the hospital on May 19. We saw him today when we were at Kalapani to teach. He was very glad to be home and is diligently doing his exercises for his hand and arm.

Earlier this week we had an exterminator come to our house and spray for the ants. There are still ants, just not as many. I think they will return with time but for now, I like less ants. :)

My Brazilian friends, Fabiano, Ducy and Karen, have returned from their furlough in Brazil. They arrived back in Guwahati on Saturday. They stopped by the house twice this week but I wasn't at home either time. Today I spent the afternoon and evening with them at their house. It was nice catching up with them and of course great to have someone to speak with in Portuguese again.

Everyone in our house seems to be taking turns at being sick. None of us have really been ourselves over the last week or so. Ellen had been feeling under the weather for a few days. She had a fever and then on Monday she noticed that her right leg was becoming red, very similar to what it had looked like a year and half ago when she was admitted to the hospital with cellulitis. Since Ray was traveling I went with Ellen to the hospital where they checked her out and did a few tests. In the end we came home with some oral antibiotics and instructions for her to rest as much as possible and keep her leg elevated. She is going back to see the doctor today to see what he says about the prospect of her traveling with us over the next two weeks. Please keep Ellen's health in your prayers.

We are planning to visit the states of Manipur and Mizoram over the next two weeks. We are leaving on Saturday for Imphal. We will be in that area until the 29th and then we will head to Aizawl where we will stay until June 3 when we will return to Guwahati. That leaves us only 10 days in Guwahati before we begin our journey home. The next four weeks are going to be so full that I know they are going to fly by.

The blog will be quiet while I am away but stay tuned for news from our travels when I return to Guwahati.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Roots Festival Tour

On Saturday night Samuel was good enough to take Raysha and I to see our new friends, Too Late Lucy, perform at the Roots Festival Tour. There was not nearly as many people as I was expecting at the venue. I think maybe 200 and that is being generous. I met up with a couple of the guys in the band and they introduced me to some members of one of the other bands, DUB L.F.O, that is touring with them. DUB L.F.O is a rock/reggae group from Israel.

The first performance was an Assamese Bihu group and then there were a couple more tribal Indian performers, Rewben Mashangva and Warklung. DUB L.F.O was up next. I really enjoyed their performance. Their songs are inspired from their lives in Israel. I had a chance to talk to them again after the show and they all seemed like pretty cool guys.

Too Late Lucy was up last. They were pretty concerned about playing to such a small crowd since all their performances in NE India up until this point had been to audiences of around 20,000, give or take. The Assamese people are more into Indian music than foreign groups. Even though it was a small and not so enthusiastic crowd the Too Late Lucy guys gave a great show. They did a pretty good job of getting the crowd excited and they even dedicated their second song to their new Canadian friends. :) Later on in the show Dan dedicated his bass solo to me...it wasn't much of a solo but pretty funny none-the-less. I had a really good time. I hope that the rest of the tour goes well for these guys and that they find success when they head back home to the UK where they will begin recording their first cd.

DUB L.F.O - Guy Cohavi on guitar, Eviatar Gutman on keyboard and electronics, Adi Ben Tsur on bass and vocals, Dudu Vazana on drums and Roi Avital on guitar and vocals.


Too Late Lucy - Jimmy Isaacs on trombone, Graham Howes on trumpet, Will Hoult on guitar, Ben Chapniss on guitar and vocals, Alex Bisset behind the smoke on drums and Dan Saunders on bass and vocals.


Ben and Graham trying to liven up the crowd.


Ben.


Me with the DUB L.F.O boys, minus bass player Adi. From left to right Roi, Dudu, Guy and Eviatar. Friendly bunch of guys.


Too Late Lucy drummer Alex and I. I caught one of his drumsticks. Nice guy!


Alex, Dan, Ben and Will. Cute smiles and great accents!


Graham, Jimmy, Raysha, Me, Dan, Alex, Will and Ben. Talented group of guys!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Update on Raja

I just got back from visiting Raja in the hospital with Andrew, Autumn and Raysha. Raja had his surgery yesterday at around noon. According to the doctor everything went well. We didn't go to see him yesterday but Ray did see him briefly and he appeared to be in a lot of pain. He'll be staying in the hospital until sometime on Monday. When we saw him this afternoon he seemed to be ok but still complaining of some discomfort. We played some games of UNO and had a nice visit. The doctor came in while we were there and told Raja that he needs to be doing some exercises with his arm. He wasn't too excited about that which I can understand but I did make a point of encouraging him to follow the doctors orders. Please keep praying for Raja and a full recovery.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Too Late Lucy

This afternoon Raysha and I went shopping. It was a pretty successful shopping excursion, I bought some maps, a Mekhla Chadar, the traditional Assamese outfit and another Salwar. Love those salwars! We decided a little North American grub was in order so we headed off to Pizza Hut. While we were eating I noticed some white guys come in. That might not seem significant to you but we're pretty much the only white people we know around here. By their reaction when they saw us I'd say that they were pretty excited to see other white people too. We chatted for a bit, typical white people conversation, "where are you from?" and "what are you doing in NE India?" Turns out that they are a pretty new (as in they formed in January of this year) band from the UK and are playing in the 2008 Roots Festival Tour. Too Late Lucy is their name and they seemed like pretty nice guys. They invited us to their show tomorrow night and I'm pretty stoked about going. Check out their myspace page here.

Here we are with Too Late Lucy in Pizza Hut.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

A Typical Week In My Indian Life

Maybe some of you wonder what I actually do here in India, maybe you don't. Either way I thought I'd tell you. :) This is a rough schedule of what my weeks look like here. Please remember that I am in India and so this tends to be pretty flexible

Sunday:
7am - Breakfast
9am - Worship and Sunday School at Kalapani.
12pm - Home for lunch.
4pm - Worship at the Bread of Life Centre in Guwahati.
6pm - Home for supper.

Monday & Friday:
7am -Breakfast
9am - English class with Autumn
10am - English class with Andrew
11am - Social Studies class with Autumn
12pm - Lunch
1:30pm - Social Studies class with Andrew
2:50 - Communication Skills class with Autumn
6pm - Supper.
(Friday evening usually involves a DVD projected on the living room wall and popcorn.)

Tuesday:
7am - Breakfast
8am - Leave for Kalapani where we spend the morning teaching Bible to the kids at the Bread of Life Academy.
On Tuesdays I eat lunch at Kalapani.
1:30pm - LST follow up with two small groups of readers at Kalapani.
3:30pm - Home to Guwahati.

Wednesday:
7am -Breakfast
9am - English with Autumn
10am - English with Andrew
11am - Social Studies with Autumn
12pm - Lunch
1:30pm - Social Studies with Andrew
2:10pm- Bible class with both Autumn and Andrew
2:50 Communication Skills with Autumn

Thursday:
7am - Breakfast
8am - Leave for Kalapani for a morning of teaching Bible to the kids.
12pm - Home for lunch.
1:30pm - To the Bread of Life Centre for one-on-one follow up LST sessions with readers.
5:30pm - Head home for supper.

Saturday:
DAY OFF!!!!

Add to this lots of lesson prep in the evenings both for A&A's classes as well as classes out at Kalapani , some blogging, facebooking and other normal life activities and that's pretty much my week in a nutshell. Consider yourself informed. :)

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

One And 21

So in exactly one month from today I will be leaving Guwahati. That reality brings a mix of emotions. I know that I am going to miss this place when I'm gone but if I'm honest I am ready to go home. I am really looking forward to hanging out with my family, I've missed them. Hopefully they're looking forward to hanging out with me too. :) There's some other people I'm looking forward to seeing too, if they haven't forgotten who I am by now. I admitted to Ellen today that the hotter it gets the more I think about going home.

I am leaving India as a different person than when I came. If you want to change your life, go hang out in a foreign country for half a year or better yet make it a full one or even two. You can't help but be changed. I've learned a lot during my time here in India. Maybe someday I'll feel like sharing with the blogging community, right now I don't. I thank God for not allowing me to stay in my comfort zone.

And as for the 21 part of the title of this post. Today Tyler Butel is celebrating his 21st birthday with us here in Guwahati. In the photo below he is sporting his Birthday gifts, an Indian outfit that we all pitched in for and a mustache given to him by Andrew, since even at 21 he can't grow a decent one. Happy Birthday Tyler.

Introducing Raja


This is my buddy Raja Das. Raja lives very close to the Bread of Life Academy at Kalapani. His father is employed by the Bread of Life Centre. Raja is ten years old and is in grade 5. I've had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time with Raja. He has great English skills and has recently taken over translating for us during Sunday school out at Kalapani. He is always willing to help in anyway that he can. Having Raja around has been especially great for Andrew as they have become close friends.

Two months ago while Raja was playing ball he fell and broke both of the bones in his right forearm. Unfortunately the doctor that he originally saw did not set the bones properly. His arm was x-rayed after 4 weeks and the doctor said he needed to wear the cast for another 2 weeks. When the cast was removed it was obvious to everyone that the arm had not healed properly. There is an obvious bump that you can actually see in the above picture if you're looking for it. We thought that it was important that Raja get a second opinion on his arm. The new doctor that looked at Raja said that he would be fine for now but would run into definite problems in the future if his arm is left in the state that it is in. Tonight Raja is in the hospital awaiting surgery at 6am tomorrow morning. The doctors will be re-breaking Raja's arm and putting in plates and screws.

The surgery is going to cost about $25,000 Rupees, about $600. To give you an idea, the original plaster cast that was put on Raja's arm cost $1500 Rupees. That's only about $35 Canadian but when you take into consideration that Raja's father's monthly salary is $1000 Rupees you can see that there is no way that this family can afford the care needed. If you would be interested in helping with the cost of Raja's surgery get in touch with me and I'll pass along the needed info.

After school today Raysha and I took the kids to go see Raja in the hospital. We played some UNO and had a good visit. He confided in us that he is pretty nervous about the surgery. Please pray that he would experience God's peace and a full recovery.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Mom. What a wonderful name. My mom is amazing. She and I go way back. Further back than I go with anyone else in this world. :) She is one of my favorite people ever. I miss her a lot right now. No matter how hard anyone could try they would never be able to take the place of my mom. That said I have been blessed with some special women in my life who have mentored me and have acted as mother's to me in the absence of my own. I think about LaVonne Roberts and Mary Gurel who worked tirelessly as dorm mothers during my time at WCC. I also think about a very special Brazilian woman, Zezé who adopted me as her daughter while I was living in Brazil. Que saudades da minha mãe brazileira! Of course I think too of my mom's mom, grandma Parry, another one of my favorite people ever. And even right now I am blessed to be living with Ellen, an excellent substitute mom. :) I love all of these women very much and I just want to take this moment to tell them all, Happy Mother's Day from me.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Changsari

Let's look at a simple equation. one large Sumo + heavy rain + narrow dirt road going up steep hill with significant drop off = lots of slippery mud and a terrified Pamela. I have a fear of heights. If there is a wall or some kind of barrier between me and a significant drop than I'm ok with it but when there is nothing I'm not so ok. This fear has come up a lot since being in India. Mostly when we are driving up the side of a mountain on super narrow roads with huge drop offs only inches from the edge of the tires. My prayer life has increased significantly since being in India.

This morning on our way to visit the village of Changsari we stopped at Kalapani to pick up team "get BENT". The sky was very angry looking as we neared the village. If we had made it to the top of the hill 5 minutes earlier there would have been no problem. If we had made it to the top of the hill 5 minutes later it would have been impossible to descend. The way it was, I nearly peed my pants as Kuldip somehow managed to turn the Sumo around and slide down the hill to where there is pavement. He laughed at me and I punched him in the arm. Team "get BENT" made it down to the Sumo soaked to the bone and covered in red mud but at least they didn't slide off the edge.

When we first started out driving up and down the hills I called my fear irrational. I don't consider my fear so irrational anymore. Since being here I have seen a three wheeler that had gone off the edge of the very road I was terrified of, I have seen the remains of a bus that fell off the side of the road in the Khasi hills, and I was riding in a vehicle while it was raining and we slid off the dirt road and nearly hit a bamboo hut. Had it been the Sumo that day I think we would have hit the hut. I can't even imagine what would have happened if more than just the one tire had gone over the edge...My heart pounds just thinking about it.

Thankfully the rest of the road is paved and so there was no worries of sliding off the edge in a Sumo mudslide. The storm let up as we made our way out to the village. We had visited Changsari once before during Bihu. Sarbananda invited us to come and hold a small worship service there in one of his relatives homes. Three of his relatives are LST readers and participated in the Discovery Youth Camp. I can see how God is making His way into this family and this village. We sang and Ray shared a message on how prayer is common to many religions. His message was very appropriate for addressing Indian people of Hindu faith. It is exciting to me to see the young men who have been reading and who came to camp so eager to sing with us. I think that there is great potential among this family and village.

The Canadians were all seated in chairs and the rest of them sat on the floor.


Everyone was eager to sing and very attentive to the lesson which was translated into Assamese. They even sang us an Assamese song.


After the service they took us for a walk. We ended up wading through some mud and water and finding our final destination to be a huge mango tree.

Here is Eric climbing the giant mango tree.


Even though the mangoes were totally green they collected a big bunch of them.


They washed, peeled and sliced the mango and then added salt. It was a green mango salad to be shared by all. Sour and salty but good.


I really like goats...I think I want one as a pet!


Tyler hitching a ride on the way back.


Eric taking a little cruise.


This little girl's name is Coquita (sp?). She was the most carefree child I have ever met. She didn't care who carried her.


Washing off the mud from our little trek.


Sarbananda requested that I take a "snap" with the newcomers...how did Raysha make it in there?

Creepy Crawlies

The death toll rises. This morning after breakfast I fumigated my bed. I'm sure the dust buster is nearly bursting with ant carcasses now. They are seriously everywhere and get into everything. Every time I get dressed I have to thoroughly check my clothing to eliminate any of the flesh eating monsters. I'm not exaggerating when I call them flesh eating. If you kill a bug and leave it on the floor in a very short time there will be hundreds of ants there eating it. One evening there was a dead lizard on our veranda and by morning all that was left of it was a skeleton. I am becoming convinced that these ants are a mutation of God's good creation.

I've been taking pictures of the interesting bugs I've seen since arriving in India and since I just posted about my least favorite insect I thought it would be a good time to share some of the other creepy crawlies that are a part of life here in India. Most of them don't bother me too much unless they have 8 legs. I hate spiders!

I saw this beetle crawling on the ground at the Baptist Guest house one night. He was a good 4 inches long.


I've seen spiders like this one all over the place. The shot below demonstrates their size. Both of these shots were taken at Kalapani.


He's as big as Ghandi's face! ;)


A really big caterpillar out at Kalapani...Jiten was yelling at me to take the picture quickly because it was crawling toward his hand.


This spider was in out hotel bathroom in Shillong. We got one of the hotel employees to kill it for us. So gross!


This one was taken during youth camp out at Kalapani. Shyam bravely put his hand next to it for a size reference. There were two of them in the dining area that night. Earlier there had been one in the room where we slept. The next night we killed one, whether it was the same one or not I'm not sure. To quote Shyam, "They are very poisonous, but only if they bite."


This was also taken at the youth camp. A praying mantis. Apparently those pinchers hurt, I didn't get close enough to find out!


I stole this photo from team "get BENT" A Rhinoceros Beetle. It was also taken at Kalapani.


I know, this is not an insect. I actually think the little geckos are cute but Raysha despises them. This photo is in honor of Raysha. In the category of Creepy Crawly Animals I've also seen numerous toads, both large and tiny, as well as a couple of snakes. Good times!

ANTS...MADDENING!!!!!!!!!!!

It is 3:15 am while I am writing this. At 2:30 I awoke to the sensation of being eaten alive by ants. This is not the first time that I have found them in my bed but it is the first time that I have been covered with them from head to toe. At first I thought that perhaps I was only imagining the biting sensations on my legs and I tried to ignore them. I often feel phantom bug bites here especially when I've recently seen ants. Finally I could take it no longer and started searching by the light of my i-pod (I tell you those things have more uses than you could imagine!). After finding at least a dozen ants hanging on to my legs with death grip bites and another half dozen crawling around at the foot of the mattress I decided I couldn't spare Raysha and I needed to turn on a light. Thankfully the power is actually on right now and so that option even existed. Shortly I discovered about a million ants on my bed and on me. I promptly headed to the shower, with towel in hand, praying that there would be water to take a shower with. By the grace of God the flow of water lasted long enough to get me semi-rinsed off with only a thin layer of soap residue. Being that it's stupid early in the morning I don't want to pull out the deadly spray to fumigate my mattress when Raysha is sleeping in the same room, so since she de-antified the extra bed only yesterday afternoon and Bonnie is staying out at Kalapani tonight I will simply lay my head on that bed and allow the evil creatures run of my own until later this morning when, unbeknown to them, they have a blind date with the SuperDuperAntKillingSpray... I HATE ANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, May 09, 2008

Comparison Shots

These shots illustrate the changes that have happened at the Bread of Life Academy over the last two months. The first picture was taken on February 24 and the second was taken on May 3. The second half of the permanent structure is finished. The second half of the Bamboo structure is finished. There is now a cow shed and even bathrooms (although you can't see them)! And obviously the rain has done a lot of good! Later on I'll post some other pictures that show closer up some of the changes that have been happening.


February 24, 2008


May 3, 2008

Four Months

Here we are again. Four months since we left Canada. It is crazy to me how time has flown by since January 9th. In just 5 short weeks I am going to be packing my bags in preparation to head back to Canada. *sigh*

Since my Three Month post I've continued to reflect on the reasons God had in bringing me here to India. One reason that has become more and more obvious to me over the last four months is so that I could have the opportunity to learn from Ellen and Ray. They are both truly amazing people with servant hearts. I've learned so much just watching them live out their daily lives and how they interact with people. I have been fortunate enough to hear Ray teach on numerous occasions. He has a way of speaking to the Indian people that I really admire. In Ray I see a man who seeks to be like Christ in every way. I really appreciate that. I have a ton of respect for both Ellen and Ray and I thank God for the opportunity that He has given me to be here with them.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Discovery Camp Part II

So now that I've told you about my sickie story and you're all done feeling sorry for me ;) I'll go on to the goodness that was camp. The theme of camp was Moments With The Master. So each lesson we focused on a different scene from the life of Christ. The classes, taught by Ray and Shyam, were top quality. I had the opportunity to participate in some great discussions with new friends. I really came away from camp feeling spiritually fed. It's been a while since I've had those kinds of conversations and it did me good. Camp wasn't all serious though. I had a blast just hanging out and playing volleyball, badminton, frizbee and even a little hacky sack. Some of my favorite moments were when the Indians would start singing and dancing. They sure know how to have a good time. Autumn, Raysha and I stayed out at camp from Friday until Sunday. It was good to have more time to just hang out with everyone.

On Saturday morning team "get BENT" arrived out at camp and were welcomed warmly. The afternoon activity for the day was to climb the Kalapani mountain. This was time number two for me and I was kind of glad that we took a much easier route this time around. The mountain is much greener now than when we first arrived in India. This can bee seen from the Bread of Life school yard but I was really struck by the difference as we climbed. If you check out my pictures from our first climb you'll see what a difference there is.

A much more pleasant incline than where we ascended the first time.


Rosalin, Rael, and Paua.


I love that Jiten, Timothy and Rubika are all posing for this one.


Jiten and a couple of the girls from Nagaland.


Jiten getting a little boost.


Nic has brought Rider pride to India.


The boy truly has no fear.


Autumn, Raysha and Timothy


This was the same boulder that Jiten got a boost for. Timothy is amazing, he got up all by himself!


It is a really BIG boulder!


A breathtaking view.


I'm pretty sure he was contemplating whether or not he could make the jump.


On Sunday we said goodbye to all of our new friends. It was especially sad because Sanglalray and Timothy, who have been here for the last 3 months taking Bible classes with Ray, also left. We sure will miss having them around.

Here is the group shot of everyone who participated in camp.

Sickness Round 3

So before I go on to tell you about the end of camp I'll tell you about the experience I had today. Sunday night kicked off my third bout with nasty-india-sickness as I have come to call it. I was up all night long, every hour on the hour, praying to the porcelain god. I taught A&A class as usual on Monday but was laying down with every chance I got. I slept most of the afternoon/evening and then was up once again all through the night. I decided this morning that it would be a bad idea to head out to Kalapani with the way I was feeling. At around 10am Ellen said she thought I should go and see a doctor. Ellen's been good at making useful connections since we arrived here. She met a young doctor on one of her visits to the hospital and so Ray called him up. He told him to take me to the hospital so that's just what he and Ellen did. I was pretty impressed when the Dr. met us at the E.R. door and took us right in. He examined me and within the next 20 minutes four other doctors had also examined me. I don't think I've ever gotten to see one doctor let alone five in that short of a period of time in Canada. The diagnosis came quick enough, severe dehydration and low blood sugar. So they hooked me up to an IV, which is definitely not my favorite thing in the world. It took them two tries before they got it in but luckily Ellen was there to hold my hand. Over the next 6 hours they pumped me full of dextrose, saline, pain killers and what I assumed was antibiotics. There was a lot of talk going on about admitting me for observation over night but I really wasn't too keen on that idea, so instead they sent me home with some oral medication (antibiotic, anti-parasitic, and something else that I'm not 100% sure about) and plenty of electrolytes to drink. The electrolytes alone are enough to make a person never want to be sick again. It was quite the day. I'm pooped out tired but very thankful for access to health care. Today's little visit to the hospital set me back about $1500 Rupees, that works out to about $35 Canadian. Not bad if you ask me. As good of a deal as it was I don't plan on being a repeat customer.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Discovery Camp

Campers for the Discovery Camp arrived Sunday night and camp officially started on Monday without us. A lot of changes have happened recently out at the Kalapani school site to prepare for this camp. Later I will show some comparison pictures to show the changes. The camp definitely has more of a camp feel out at Kalapani than it did when it was held at the Baptist Guest house in January!

The plan was for Ray to teach the morning classes and for Shyam to teach the afternoon classes. We had originally planned to go out to Kalapani with Ray in the mornings for his class and then come back home for lunch and school with Autumn and Andrew in the afternoons. Tuesday was our first day out at camp and we were so excited to see so many of our old friends that Ray asked us if we wanted to stay for the afternoon and come home later in the day with Samuel. It was a good day! Today we went out in the morning and came back for school with the kids in the afternoon. It looks like with where the kids are at in school that we will be able to go out for a full day tomorrow and again on Friday. Should be some good times. Here are some pictures from the first few days.

In the girls room. They love to sing and to dance!


Timothy wanted pictures taken of us so that he can take them with him when he goes home to Myanmar next week...this was the best one we got.


Love listening to him play and sing.


Lian giving Andrew a guitar lesson.


Sanglalray, Autmun, Raysha, Lian and Paua


Sivilia, Mridula, Rubika, Autumn and Marina.


I really enjoyed all of the singing and dancing that happened during spare moments.

Nic Olson and his self named team, "get BENT" (Bonnie Casella, Eric Goud, Nic Olson and Tyler Butel) are arriving on Friday night. We (Autumn, Raysha and I) plan on staying out at Kalapani that night so we won't be here to greet them. This group of four is our last wave of visitors before we go home. Crazy to think about. Keep your eyes open for more camp pictures after the week is over.

Free Wheelchair Mission

When we were visiting the mission hospital where Dr. Mohanta works I saw the wheelchair pictured below.

I remembered seeing something about these chairs on TV a while back and seeing the chair piqued my curiosity so when we got home I looked it up on the internet. It is called Free Wheelchair Mission. Their mission statement is "Transforming lives by sharing the gift of mobility with the physically disabled poor in developing countries as motivated by Jesus Christ".

Free Wheelchair Mission was founded by a man name Don Schoendorfer in 1999 after being inspired by the sight of a crippled woman in Morocco crawling across a dirt road. His idea was to create a simple, rugged and inexpensive wheelchair that would be distributed free to those in need, on a non-discriminatory basis. As you can see from the picture, the wheelchairs are made using bicycle wheels and a molded plastic patio chair, talk about ingenious. It's waterproof, durable, comfortable to sit in for long periods, washable, it's made in many countries and you can easily drill holes in the arms and legs so it can be mounted on the frame. The cost of one wheelchair is under $50.00 In my opinion $50 bucks is hardly anything when you think of the huge way that one of these chairs could change the life of someone in need. I've seen the need here in India, believe me, it's real.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Adventure Weekend #3 - Kaziranga, Jorhat and Tezpur

On Friday we (The McPerhouses plus Becky, Kuldip and Jordan) all piled into the Sumo and headed out on adventure weekend number three. Our first destination was Kaziranga National Park. Our second and furthest stop was a city called Jorhat and on our return we stopped in Tezpur. Kaziranga is about 220 km from Guwahati. A good four drive.

This is a group shot looking out over the Kaziranga National Park. We stopped here on our way to our hotel. You can't see but behind Ray's head there is a wild Rhinoceros, a pretty cool welcome if you ask me.


When we checked into out hotel we were greeted with a traditional Hindu blessing painted on our foreheads and served a salty tasting lemonade. It was an interesting experience. Before having supper we were treated to a performance of traditional Bihu music and dancing. I was very impressed with both the music and the dancing. The mekhla chadar outfits that the women wear are beautiful!

One of the young Assamese dancers.


Us "young folk" got up at the crack of dawn on Saturday, 4:15am to be exact, to go on an elephant safari. Probably the coolest tourist thing I've done in India so far. I love elephants! I think they are the coolest thing ever so getting to ride one was pretty stinking fun! While we were riding around on the elephants we saw various types of dear, a wild boar and her two piglets, about 9 or 10 wild rhino and some interesting birds. Very memorable!

Autumn, Becky and Raysha on their trusty "steed".


Beautiful Kaziranga in the EARLY morning.



This was a mother and her not-so-little baby. So cool to be up so close! Kaziranga is home to two thirds of the world's population of One Horned Rhinoceros.


This picture shows just how close we were able to get.


After the safari the baby elephant that had been following it's mamma around while she was working came over to check us out. Her name was Buttercup. Very, very cool to play with her!


This one posed ever so nicely for our picture to be taken.


After our elephant back safari we went back to the hotel for breakfast. Soon we were on our way back to Kaziranga National Park for a driving safari in our Sumo. It was maybe not as thrilling as riding on the elephants but it gave us the opportunity to see a lot more wild life which was pretty cool.

Andrew, checking out some elephant skulls at the entrance of the area where we went on our driving safari.


Our first wild elephant sighting. We saw 19 in total.


We saw lots of these wild buffalo too. They are larger than this picture makes them look!


I lost count of how many rhino we saw. This one seemed pretty curious about us and was getting kinda close.


Didn't see any tigers but according to our guides they are there. They said that Kaziranga has the highest density of tigers among protected areas in the world and that is had been declared a Tiger Reserve in 2006.


Not a sign you will see in Saskatchewan!


When Ellen was in Kaziranga two years ago she met this lady and so before we left we went and found her again. She served us tea and we shared a nice visit. We also met her husband who happens to work at the hotel where we stayed. He was also one of the Bihu dancers who performed for us the previous night.


After arriving in Jorhat we met up with Dr. Mohanta. We first met him in January when he attended a retreat here in Guwahati. Unfortunately his wife was travelling and so we did not have the opportunity to meet her on this trip. Dr. Mohanta took us on a tour of the mission hospital where he works. He also took us to a tea garden village where he has set up a dispensary. He provides basic treatment for the tea garden workers and their families. There seems to be some problems within the tea market and so many of the workers are not fairing well. I will never drink a cup of tea again without thinking about the women I saw in the tea gardens picking the leaves. Very tedious work that does not pay very well at all.


Here I am during a walk through one of the lovely tea gardens. They really are a sight to see.


Saying good-bye Dr. Mohanta.

We left Jorhat on Monday morning and started heading back towards Guwahati. We took a bit of a detour so that we could stop in Tezpur where our driver, Kuldip, is from. We went to his parents house and had a good visit with them. Kuldip took us to see some sights of Tezpur. We spent a couple of hours in a lovely park where we enjoyed a paddle boat ride. It was very refreshing to walk around the park, especially after so many hours spent sitting in the Sumo. We returned to Kuldip's house where we were served a very tasty meal and shared in more visiting and of course tea.


In keeping with Assamese tradition there was the presentation of gamosas and here is Ray sporting his in true Assamese style.


A group shot with Kuldip and his family outside their house.

We left Tezpur much later than we had originally intended and so we were still on the road to Guwahati after dark. The trip was extended even more by the overheating of the engine which resulted in a new water pump once we got home. Driving in India is always an adventure but I personally think that driving on the highways after dark could be considered an extreme sport. There was a lot of adrenaline pumping through my system, even more so when it started to rain. Not an experience I would choose to repeat if I had an alternative!

Time For An Upgrade??

After seeing this on the side of the road I thought maybe my dad might consider replacing his old Bobcat with one of these. What do you think dad? Could be useful in the old building moving business. :)

Guilty Verdicts

While I was still living in Brazil my dad and brother were victims of a home invasion. It has been quite the nightmare for them and the rest of my family. They were in court last week to testify in the trial against the two men who forced entry into their home and attacked them. Below you can read what was printed in the Saskatoon StarPhoenix or it can be found online here. Please note that there is a typo, my brother is 29 years old, not 23.

Guilty verdicts in violent home invasion

Betty Ann Adam, The StarPhoenix

Published: Friday, April 25, 2008

Two Saskatoon men who committed a drunken, violent home invasion at a rural residence nearly three years ago will be sentenced in June.

William Kominetsky, 39, and Thomas Johnson, 31, were found guilty Thursday of break and enter and committing the indictable offences of assault causing bodily harm and assault, respectively.

The intruders demanded money and forced their way into the house, located about nine kilometres southwest of Saskatoon, where they assaulted homeowner Robert Stonehouse, 53, and his son, Dirk Stonehouse, 23.


Dirk Stonehouse holds the shovel handle used in an attack on himself and his father Robert (left) three years ago
Photograph by : Richard Marjan, The StarPhoenix


The homeowners repelled the assailants with firearms from their collection and were themselves charged with attempted murder, resulting in what the elder Stonehouse later called "your worst nightmare, 10 times over."

Justice Ian McLellan, who heard the three-day trial without a jury, recounted Thursday the harrowing events of the rainy night of June 17, 2005.

Robert Stonehouse didn't recognize the two intoxicated men who banged on his door and declared he owed one of them money for work done years before.

When they forced their way in, the elder Stonehouse hurried to call 911 but didn't get through because his son had been using dial-up Internet.

When Kominetsky approached him, the elder Stonehouse seized his .25-calibre pistol from the pocket of his armchair and warned Kominetsky to leave.

Instead, Kominetsky attacked Stonehouse, punching him in the head repeatedly. Stonehouse fell to his knees, with his upper body face down on a sofa, where Kominetsky held him and continued the blows to his head.

Court heard Stonehouse fired a warning shot into the sofa, but when it didn't slow the assault, he reached the pistol across the front of his body and fired back at Kominetsky. The bullet pierced Stonehouse's left side and entered Kominetsky's stomach.

Even that didn't stop Kominetsky's punches. Stonehouse's vision was "turning purplish," he said in an interview after court Thursday.

In the meantime, McLellan recounted in his judgment that Dirk Stonehouse was battling Johnson, who had punched him in the head. Dirk got Johnson out of the house, locked the door and ran to help his father. He punched Kominetsky in the head, but when it had no effect, he ran for a shotgun.

Before he could get it, Johnson had broken in again and attacked Dirk with the handle of a shovel he had used to break in. The pair struggled over the shovel handle before Johnson fled.

Dirk got a shotgun and warned Kominetsky, who turned and grabbed the barrel. Dirk jerked it away and, reluctant to shoot a man, struck Kominetsky in the side of the head with the barrel, at which point the shotgun discharged.

No one was hit by the blast but the elder Stonehouse said he felt the heat of it near his head.

Kominetsky finally fled and Stonehouse got through to the 911 operator.

McLellan found that Kominetsky and Johnson returned to Kominetsky's mobile home and drank beer, which McLellan found "strange" since Kominetsky had been shot. Johnson left and bought more beer. As he returned to Kominetsky's residence, he was spotted by a Saskatoon police officer who had heard a dispatch to watch for the suspects' blue and silver van.

Johnson ran into the house with the beer and out the back door. Police talked to Kominetsky, who was wrapped in a blanket and didn't say anything about being shot. Later, that city constable returned with two RCMP officers and they found Johnson in a bedroom at Kominetsky's. Kominetsky then revealed his wound.

In an interview after court, the Stonehouses recalled their experience.

Robert Stonehouse said when Kominetsky and Johnson were arrested, they told police he had invited them to the house and then tried to kill them.

The Stonehouses were arrested and each was charged with attempted murder.

In Saskatoon RCMP cells the night of the arrest, Robert Stonehouse was suffering from the repeated blows to his head, he said. He also suffered chest pains and was hot and dehydrated. He laid on the concrete floor trying to cool off and passed out there. He was taken to Royal University Hospital three times that night, and each time was returned to RCMP cells.

Hospital staff never looked at his bullet wound, which had been dressed earlier by ambulance attendants, he said.

Father and son spent the weekend in custody, but were separated.

Three days later, when he was taken to the provincial courthouse, Robert Stonehouse could barely walk. Dirk Stonehouse was brought before a judge in the morning and the charge against him was stayed. His father remained in a courthouse holding cell for another four hours, while the family waited in the hallway.

Robert Stonehouse said courthouse staff lost his paper work and didn't know where he was. They phoned the RCMP and the jail looking for him before one of the staff looked in the room where he sat, still expecting to go before a judge.

He was unable to walk from the room and his right arm was too numb to use the crutches staff brought for him, he said.

His son and daughter had to help him walk to a chair, before they got him to a family vehicle and to the hospital.

Days later, Robert Stonehouse discovered he had suffered what a neurologist believed was a trauma-induced stroke while in custody.

Robert Stonehouse was also later charged with unsafe storage of firearms but was given an absolute discharge when the case went before a judge.

The elder Stonehouse said his health has deteriorated and his income from his building moving business has suffered.

His side business, a store selling model trains to hobbyists, has also suffered since initial, vague news reports did not make it clear Stonehouse was a victim, not a perpetrator, he said.

Stonehouse continues to try to get back thousands of dollars of property that was seized by RCMP during the initial investigation.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Introducing Sachin, A New Brother In Christ

Today I had the pleasure of witnessing my friend Sachin put on Christ in baptism. Sachin is one of Ray's bible students. He is also one of the teachers at the Bread of Life Academy and does a lot of the translating for us when we are there teaching bible to the children. For a lot of the village people this was the first baptism they had ever witnessed. Sachin himself had never before witnessed a baptism. I hope you will pray for Sachin as he begins his new life in Christ.




Saturday, April 19, 2008

SURPRISE!!! It's Jordan!

Tonight I was settling down to do some reading when I heard a door slam. I then heard Becky screaming as she ran down the hallway. If it had been Raysha screaming I would have assumed she had seen a lizard or a cockroach but Becky never freaks out over those kinds of things. I thought that she must have hurt herself or something the way that she was screaming. When I asked her what had happened she said, "there's a man at the door. So scary!!!" I was hesitant to go and open the front door with some strange man out there but I figured that somebody had to do something. When I opened up the door who should I find but Mr. Jordan Orr fresh off of a 30 hour bus ride from Nepal. I honestly don't blame Becky for being afraid and slamming the door in his face. If I hadn't known him I would have been afraid too what with his more than disheveled appearance. Poor Becky, we laughed at her for a very long time!! We weren't expecting Jordan to arrive until sometime next month. It should be good having him here for a while.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Bye Bye MacCormacks And Hello Woodwards

I think it might be better if we replaced our front door with a revolving one. We no sooner send off one set of house guests and we have another one arriving. Andrew and Rachel left yesterday morning and tonight Mark and Sherrilee Woodward, the directors of Let's Start Talking, arrived. It was good having Andrew and Rachel here and I am looking forward to spending a couple of days with the Woodwards.

Rachel and Andrew MacCormack with the beautiful Khasi hills in the background.


Ray and Ellen with Sherrilee and Mark Woodward.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Bihu

Culture fascinates me. The thing I love most about being here in India is getting to experience new aspects of the culture every day. There is no limit to cultural experiences here as there are so many different cultural groups that make up this country.

Monday, April 14 marked the first day of the Hindu solar calendar. Here in the state of Assam the celebration is called Bihu. This day is also celebrated in other places where it is called by different names. April 13 was the first day of Bihu, the last day of the year. This day is known as Goru Bihu, a festival of cows. On Goru Bihu cows are washed and worshiped. April 14 is Manuh Bihu, a festival for people. On this day the different tribes dress in their traditional clothing and perform traditional tribal dances. On Manuh Bihu children are given new clothes, elders are shown great respect and their blessings are sought. People visit their families and friends where they are honored with the gifts of a gamosa, known on Bihu as a bihuwan. The gamosa is an article of great significance for the Assamese people. It is generally a white rectangular piece of hand woven cotton cloth with primarily a red border on three sides and red woven motifs on the fourth.
There are also two other Bihus that are celebrated by the Assamese people: Kongali Bihu in October (associated with the September equinox) and Bhogali Bihu in January (associated with the January solstice).

Sarbananda Nath, the headmaster of the Bread of Life Academy, invited us to his home in
the village of Changsari. I knew that it was a holiday but I was expecting a simple visit to Sarbananda's home, instead we got to have a wonderful taste of Assamese culture.

Sarabananda, his wife (shame on me, I have forgotten her name!) and their son, Simon live in a simple bamboo home with a mud floor. In the front room there is a large loom set up where Sarbandanda's wife weaves gamosas to sell. Each one of us was presented with a gamosa that she had personally hand woven. I can honestly say that they are the nicest ones that I have seen. She told us that on average she makes one gamosa per day. There were 8 of us as guests so it took her at least 8 days to make the gamosas she gave to us that day.

Here she is showing Shyam how to weave a gamosa on the loom.


She has presented Ray with his gamosa and is kneeling at his feet for a blessing.


The same was repeated with Ellen. Kneeling to receive a blessing is only done to those who are older than the host.


Ray and Ellen with their gamosas.


We were fed all kinds of Assamese sweets...it was all really yummy except for the buffalo curds on rice. I think it must be an acquired taste.


At one point we were called to go to the street and watch a procession of Assamese dancers. It was so neat to see the traditional outfits and dancing and to listen to the singing. The funniest thing was thing was that I think we white folk were almost more entertaining for those in the procession than they were for us. One guy actually took our picture as he walked by us. It was great to listen to Sarbananda explain different aspects of the Assamese culture. He is very proud of his Assamese heritage.

The beginning of the procession.


The tradaitional outfit worn by the Assamese women is called mekhla chadar. It is a two-piece outfit made from Muga silk.


This little boy was the cutest thing all decked out in his traditional Assamese garb and drum. I believe he is one of Sarbananda's nephews. I could be wrong on the exact relation.


More children in their traditional outfits.


A group shot before leaving the Nath household.

After leaving Sarbananda's home we were ushered over to his relatives homes. We visited four homes in all. At each house we were honored by the presentation of gamosas and served traditional Assamese sweets. By the fourth house I was about ready to burst I was so full of sweets and tea! Something especially neat about visiting these homes was that they are all homes of LST readers that the Muirheads had read with while they were here and whom I will be doing follow up with. It was good to make connections with them and their families in this way.

While we were visiting Sarbananda shared with the us the way the way that he has been shunned by his community since accepting Christ and choosing to follow Him. Initially his entire extended family was shunned by the community but in order to lessen the burden on his family, he has chosen to distance himself, his wife and his son from their extended family. By doing this his extended family does not suffer the same shunning that he does for his commitment to Christ. Sarbananda, his wife and son are the only Christians in his family, the rest are Hindu. Sarbananda, his wife and his young son ar enot permitted to participate in any of the community events or gatherings. They are virtually outcasts in their own community. Sarbananda's story clearly illustrated for me the sort of things a Hindu person sacrifices when they choose to follow Christ. I admire Sarbananda greatly for his faith and commitment to Christ.

On our way home to Guwahati we made a stop at Kalapani which included a little business transaction at the lumber yard. Would you believe that we were invited in and served more sweets at the lumber yard? Can't imagine that ever happening in Canada.

I think this is a cute picture of Raysha and our kids wearing their gamosas. Andrew is wearing his in the typical style of an Assamese dancer.


The last picture may have been cute but this picture is more typical. :) I love these three!

Monday, April 14, 2008

Village Visit

Yesterday we traveled to the village of Bhalukmari where Ray had been invited to preach. It was a 3 hour drive from Guwahati. We arrived at around 11am to a crowd of villagers eagerly awaiting our arrival. We were quickly ushered inside a house where we were served tea and refreshments. We were then taken to the church building where we greeted by the enthusiastic singing of many children.



Upon entering the church I noticed that the women were sitting on one side of the church and the men on the other. I made my way to take a seat next to one of the ladies when I was quickly ushered to the VERY front of the church. We were all seated behind the pulpit in front of the entire congregation. The service was started with presentations of Assamese gamosas to all of the guests and Gauro scarves to the Canadian guests. It was a really special experience and I felt very honored.

Here is Raysha being presented with her Assamese Gamosa.


Andrew being presented with a Gamosa.


Ray being presented with the Garou scarf.


After the presentations of the scarves there was a presentation of some traditional Assamese dances. Lots of fun to watch.

Everyone backed up to make room for the dancers.


After the dancing they had a small ceremony to recognize three new deacons and consecrate them for service. After the ceremony was completed Ray led a Bible study. After this first service we were taken back to the house and were served lunch. It was probably the spiciest meal I have had the entire time I have been here. I enjoy chili in my food but this was a little stronger than my weak Canadian stomach can handle.

This is Sarbananda, the headmaster of the Bread of Life Academy, and his son Simon eating lunch. They didn't mind the spice. Note how much rice is on Simon's plate, for such a little boy he really packed it away!


We love Indian food.


That tiny bit of dhal on top of the rice is what was so spicy. Looks harmless but it was VERY potent!


After lunch we went back to the church where there was more singing followed by a sermon given by Ray. We met a lot of new friends yesterday but we also had the opportunity to reconnect with some young people whom we had met at the youth camp in Guwahati when we first arrived. I'm looking forward to seeing them all again at the upcoming youth camp at the end of this month.

A partial group shot before heading home.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Sensational Silkworms

Yesterday I went back to the Mulberry farm with Shyam. The last time we were there they invited us to come back when the silkworms were cocooning. Most of the silkworms had finished spinning their cocoons by yesterday, but there were a few who were just getting started.

I was amazed at how large they were as compared to how tiny they were when we first went.


In this room I could actually hear the sound of the worms moving and spinning.


Here are a few worms just getting started.


The last time we were here this room housed about two dozen trays of tiny silkworms feeding on mulberry leaves. Now there are four or five rooms full of cocoons from those two dozen trays of silkworms.


This is the old version of a "jali" where worms make their the cocoons.


This is the modern version of the "jali".

It was explained to me that after the worms finish spinning their cocoon and before they finish their metamorphosis the cocoons are placed outside in the sun. This kills the larvae so that they don't eventually chew through the cocoon, breaking the continuity of the silk thread. If the thread is broken then it is worthless. After being baked in the sun the cocoons are boiled and the silk is unwound from the cocoon and spun onto a spindle.


This spindle can be run electrically or manually.


Some ladies spinning out the cocoons.


This "gamosa" is an example of the silk that is produced.

So it was another educational visit to the Mulberry farm me. I also learned that technically it is the Research Extension Centre of the Central Silk Board of the Ministry of Textiles of the Government of India...if that isn't a mouthful I don't know what is. I'll just keep calling it the Mulberry farm. :)

Bye Bye Muirheads


Despite the big smiles in the picture we were all very sad to say good-bye to the Muirhead family. They did a great job of connecting with their Let's Start Talking readers and left a lot of new contacts for us to work with. I am going to be heading up the LST follow up with some group classes out at Kalapani as well as here in Guwahati. Depending on how things go I will probably have a few individual reading sessions as well.

Bill, Mary and Andrea brought much laughter and joy into our home for the three weeks that they were here. It definitely feels emptier around here since they left yesterday. They are missed.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Three Months

Can you believe that it has been three months since I left Canada?? I'm beginning to believe it as our dinner conversations have started turning toward preparing for our return to Canada. The time we have been here is now greater than the time that we have left. In 10 short weeks we are going to be starting our journey back to Canada. So much has happened in these three months and my words don't seem sufficient to describe it. I've been thinking recently about the reasons that God brought me here to India. Of course I am here to home school Autumn and Andrew but even that has become so much more than just school. It brings a smile to my face to see how my relationship with those two crazy kids has grown and changed over the last three months. I think with Autumn it was more natural just because she's a girl. With Andrew it took a little more time. Over the last few weeks especially I've enjoyed feeling closer to this "little goober" as I've started to call him. The kids came up with a name for our little family here in India, the McPerhouses (McMillan, Perry and Stonehouse all wrapped up into one). It's good to be a McPerhouse! Maybe later I'll share more about some of the other reasons I think God brought me here to India.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Praying For My Kids

I want to thank all of you who have committed to pray for one of the students from the Bread of Life Academy at Kalapani. If you check out the post you will see that I've added a couple of pictures of new students who have started attending school since I first posted. There are still 14 children who do not yet have someone praying for them. Some of you have already offered to take on a second child to pray for. I appreciate your willingness to cover these kids in prayer. I am still hoping that some more people will join in the opportunity to pray for these kids.

Most of the students at the academy are Nepali and come from Hindu families. I remember when we first visited the school Ray talked about how working with these children would be like planting seeds in soil that has never been cultivated before. He later talked about how we can only imagine what these little people are going to grow up to do and the impact that they might have on their families, their village, their country and their world. Over the last three months I have come to love each and every one of these kids so much. As I tell them stories of God's love twice a week I ache for them to know the love of Jesus. My prayer for each of them is that they will have great and godly impacts on their families, their village, their country and the world.

If you haven't yet committed to pray for one of these precious children please go and choose one whose name is still in white. Leave a comment and let me know who you are praying for.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Adventure Weekend #2 - Shillong

This weekend we took a road trip to Shillong, the capital city of the state of Meghalaya. Shillong is pretty much directly south of Guwahati. Shillong is the city where Ray and Ellen lived and worked when they first came to India in the 1960s. There were nine of us who went from Guwahati. Kuldip, our driver, Ray, Autumn, Andrew, Drew and Rachel MacCormack, Shyam, Raysha and myself. Ellen stayed in Guwahati so that she could continue to look after our LST team, the Muirheads. Meghalaya is much hillier than Assam. As soon as we crossed the state border I noticed a significant change. We drove on some crazy curvy roads. I will never cease to be amazed at how daring the people are here when it comes to passing blindly and at high speeds around tight curves. That first day of travel we had a pretty close call with an oncoming car. We saw one truck that had overturned while going around a corner and we passed the truck in the picture, the driver of which was probably very glad that the truck stopped where it did and went no further.



This is such a common sight here. This would be so illegal in Canada!


Along the way we stopped in a town called, Nongpoh. If I remember correctly it means, half way. It is located halfway between Guwahati and Shillong. I thoroughly enjoyed watching Ray break out in Khasi and speak with the locals. He had a great big grin on his face as he inquired about the prices of fruit etc.

Ray posing with some pineapples


So many roadside stands selling their wares.


This lady is cutting the pineapple I had just bought for 25 Rupees (about 64 cents Canadian). This was my first Indian pineapple...YUMMY!!!


When we arrived in Shillong we went to visit some members of the church there. I knew some of them from the retreat and youth camp that was hosted in Guwahati in January. When we first arrived Jimmy Perry happened to be driving by on his motorcycle. He is a distant relative of Raysha's and an old friend of Ray and Ellen's. It was completely a coincidence that our paths crossed. He took Andrew for a quick ride on his bike which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Andrew about to go on his motorcycle ride with Jimmy.


Having a delicious Indian lunch at our friends' house.


After lunch Ray took us to see the church building where he and Ellen were married. This was the congregation with which they worked while they were living in Shillong. We looked around outside but no one was there to let us inside. It was also raining so we didn't stick around too long.

Trying to avoid getting wet outside the church building.


The sign on the front of the church.


This is the other Church of Christ building that is not far away from the one Ray and Ellen worked with. (this was taken on another day when it wasn't raining)


Sign out front.



This is the house where Ray and Ellen rented two rooms after they were married.


After the rain let up Ray took us to Police Bazaar to look around and do some shopping. It was Saturday afternoon and there were a lot of people!

Crowded street in Police Bazaar.


Women selling betel leaf which is used for chewing betel nut, a very popular pastime here. The betel leaf comes from a plant that is not related to the betel palm, the tree that the betel nuts grow on.


The market was full of women selling and chewing betel nut. They cut it into small pieces and wrap it in the betel leaves along with lime (not the fruit, Calcium hydroxide) and then chew it. The tell tale sign of a betel nut chewer is teeth stained brightly red. It really is quite disgusting if you ask me. If you come to India you will see the ground stained with red betel nut spit.


Ray took us through the meat market which thoroughly disgusted most in our group. I was quite fascinated though. Too bad we couldn't get meat like this here in Guwahati.


On Sunday we added two more people to our group and drove to the village of Plungwanbroi (This is my best guess of how it is spelled). It was a 3 hour drive up through the hills with 11 people in the Sumo. It was quite terrifying at times if you want to know my opinion. Hairpin turns and steep cliffs not to mention the crazy speeds at which we traveled over the very rough roads. At one point we passed equipment that was being used to haul up the remains of a bus that had gone over the side of the cliff the previous week. It was not a very comforting sight and I was surprised to learn that only one woman had been killed in the incident.

Makes Saskatchewan roads look pretty good if you ask me.


In this photo Drew is helping some men trying to push a truck that was in the road. Eventually Kuldip just drove around it...I'm still not sure how he fit our huge Sumo through that tight space!


When we arrived in the village we were greeted warmly. We held a worship service in one of the homes. It was very encouraging to see this small group of believers gathering together in this remote community.

The young woman in the photo above does not know her age but they estimate that she is nearly 100 years old.


After the worship service we were served a very tasty Indian meal. After eating some of the young people took us to see a nearby cave. We entered but did not go very far in as it was very muddy and we did not have a light with us.

This is Drew descending into the cave.


The roof of the cave was quite low at the entrance but as we entered it got higher.


The sunlight shining in was quite lovely.


Even though a language barrier existed, this woman woman made me feel very welcome through her actions. It was an honor to meet her.


I really like this picture. I took it from inside the house where we held the worship service.


Kuldip took Andrew for a little drive where he let Andrew do the steering. Andrew was pretty pumped!


I was much calmer during the trip home than I was during the trip out to the village. I think maybe because Ray had asked Kuldip to drive slower. Also I was quite distracted by the scenery The sun setting out over the hills was a spectacular sight to behold!

Immense and majestic.


Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,
your justice like the great deep.
O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. ~Psalm 36:5,6


Missing Ellen. :(


I think the Khasi hills are maybe the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.



We stopped at elephant falls just before it got dark. There was enough light that we could see the falls but not enough light to take decent pictures. I did think this sign was interesting however.



On Monday morning Ray went to visit some friends of his and the rest of us walked back to Police Bazaar to look around some more. There were fewer people which was nice. I really enjoyed walking in the cooler temperatures of Shillong.

These delicate flowers were growing out of a wall on the walk from our hotel to the bazaar.


This sign was also along the way. It amused me.


I bought a couple of pocket knives from this old guy. I think they'll make cool gifts.


Before leaving Shillong we dropped in to visit Ray's old friends. This is Philip (from Tibet) and Margaret (from the US) I really enjoyed visiting them. They are a neat couple.


This one was just too good not post. We stopped at a little amusement park on the way home so Andrew could ride the go carts. Ray offered to hold the ladies purses.


Andrew started out in the driver's seat.


This was seconds before Andrew crashed the go cart. f you could only have heard Raysha screaming. After the crash Raysha took over the wheel.


Rachel drove for Autumn.


Another beautiful sunset on our way back to Guwahati


And this was an amusing sign at a fuel station where we stopped to get diesel. You can visit Ray's blog to read his story of what happened at that fuel station. It involves counterfeit money and yelling in various languages.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

The New Do

Autumn asked me to take her to the salon to get a hair cut the other day. You might think that's no big deal but maybe you've forgotten that we're in India where English is not always prevalent. Thankfully I was able to communicate to the lady in the salon that Autumn wanted her hair cut. I think the successful communication was more due to my acting skills than anyones ability to understand what I was saying. The lady who cut Autumn's hair had her friend take about a million pictures of us on her cell phone when it was all over and done with. There really is no end to this crazy Indian paparazzi!

Forgot to get a before shot but here she is mid cut.


And here we are afterward, posing for the paparazzi ...Can you believe that Autumn is only 12??


P.S. It's not too late. There's still a bunch of my students who need someone to pray for them. Please go and check it out here.

Wedding Crashers

Over the last week we noticed that our neighbors were having a tent constructed in their yard. Our assumption was that there was going to be a wedding. It turned out that we were right. On Thursday evening Ray and Drew went over to the reception to offer congratulations and were invited in for "refreshments." The hosts insisted that he call the house and invite all of us to come over. Ellen came and told us that we had all been invited to the wedding next door and to hurry over. I felt a tad bit awkward walking in to a tent full of strangers. We were ushered in to the back portion of the tent where they were serving dinner to the guests. The hospitality that was shown to us was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. They were completely honored to have us, foreigners whom they really didn't know, as their guests. I don't know a single North American who would invite foreigners living next door to their wedding! We were served what could easily be the best meal I've had since coming to India. We of course ate with our hands and before we could even get through what we had on our plates they were ladling on more. I felt like we were the guests of honor as members of the bride's family came and visited with us. One lady said that they had wanted to invite us but because we were always coming and going in the Sumo they had never had a chance to talk to us. They were very concerned that we know how welcome we were and what an honor it was for them to have us there. They also wanted to be sure that all of our "party" had come. I think the fact that we currently have 12 people living in our house maybe makes us the largest party of wedding crashers known to man. It was explained to us that at 9:30 in the evening the groom would come to get his bride. They would then go to the temple where the wedding ceremony would be preformed. We didn't actually get to see the ceremony but it was a wonderful experience nonetheless.


The photo is hazy because they were smudging. It helped to ward of the mosquitoes.


The Muirhead's first time eating with their hands.


Our new friend, Micky.


These two ladies work for the people who live on the first floor of our house.


With the bride and some of her family.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Good Bye Karan Hello Drew and Rachel

We had the pleasure of having a friend of the McMillan's, Karan, come and visit us. She is originally from Switzerland but married a guy from Mizoram and is now living in India. The McMillan's enjoyed catching up with her and Raysha and I enjoyed getting to know a new friend. Good times were had!

Karan with the McMillan's just before she left.


We said good-bye to Karan and then said hello to Andrew (Known to us as Drew to try and avoid confusion with our Andrew) and Rachel MacCormack from Yellowknife, NWT in Canada. Andrew is a registered nurse and he and Rachel are going to be teaching some wellness classes to the Bible students out at Kalapani. He'll teach them things like first aid and other useful things for village life. We are glad to have them!

Drew and Rachel

P.S Don't forget to go to my previous post and choose a child to pray for!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Introducing My Kids

The following are photos of all but one of the students at the Bread of Life Academy at Kalapani. (I don't have a picture of Usha Sharma, because he has not been to school in a number of weeks) I work with these kids twice a week, teaching them about Jesus. I originally took these photos to help me memorize their names. Every time I've gone through the photos, learning their names, I have spent time praying for each one. I want to invite you to join me in praying for these precious little children. There are 52 students, including Usha Sharma. This is how it will work, choose a child whom you will pray for and then leave a comment stating which child you have chosen. Please be sure to check the comments to see which children are already being prayed for and choose one who doesn't yet have an individual praying for them. As I am able, I will update the post by changing the names of the children who have someone praying for them from white to purple.

"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these." Mark 10:14b


Rajdeep Sangma


Sangita Tamang


Sunil Tamang


Martin Sangma


Rahul Das


Karan Lama


Anita Biswakarma


Neha Thapa


Nayan Chetri Sharma


Sagar Rana


Rohit Sharma


Yoshoda Sharma


Amisha Singha


Lazarus Marak


Vikash Rana


Raj Chetri


Roshni Chetri


Bhanu Biswakarma


Sourav Singha


Iti Marak


Barnadath Marak


Rohit Tamang


Brine Marak


Samuel Marak


Amit Bhujel


Chetan KR Lama


Sujal Lama


Aditya Singha


Ruel Marak


Nitu Yadav


Emon Sangma


Stephen Sangma


Pricilla Marak


Ujjal Kalita


Hira Sharma


Sujal Singha


Rahit Sharma


Pawan Chetri


Mahesh Chetri


Sanita Marak


Elina Sangma


Joshua Marak


Udiptta Sharma


Rita Marak


Charlie Sangma


Tek Bhadur Rana


Simon Nikhil


Laxmi


Momita Sangma


Basu Sharma


Sushil Singha


Himangshu Sinha

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

We Have Won The Battle But The War Wages On

Of course I refer to the war against the ants. Last week, a few days after the Muirheads arrived I saw this by the window that is next to my bed.


As I followed the trail I found that it went all the way under my bed. Earlier in the day as I had sat on the edge of my bed I had gotten a couple ant bites on my legs but I didn't noticed that the ants were marching by the thousands from under my bed, around the extension cord and under Andrea's bed.


As I continued to follow the trail I found what was at the end of it...Andrea's suitcases located under her bed. We (Raysha and I) pulled them out and opened them up and decided that the best course of action was to take them straight outside where we "de-antified" them. She had some treats in her bags which is what the ants had been after. Unfortunately we were unable to save most of the treats. They had already been half devoured by the enemy. We "fumigated" the suitcases with our good friend, the bug spray, and left them to air out on the veranda. When Andrea got home I felt bad explaining to her that we had rummaged through her suitcases and thrown away most of her treats.


This is a picture of the fatalities after sweeping up the battle field that was the floor of our bedroom.

Monday, March 24, 2008

A Little Easter Fun

Raysha's mom sent us some easter egg dying supplies with the Muirheads. On Saturday after our fun little ladies outing we did some egg decorating. It was fun introducing this tradition to Amary and Becky. On Sunday Ellen and Mary hid some Hershey's kisses in the living room for the kids to look for. (The definition of kids in this case included anyone in this house who is not yet a parent.) They counted exactly how many they hid so that we could be sure that all of them were collected, that way we were sure not to leave an open invitation to the ants.


Autumn, Raysha and Andrew dying eggs.


Amary and Becky also joined in the fun.


The whole gang.


And yes, I was in on it too. :)


Here is the end result.


Autumn just chillin' out before looking for chocolote.


Everyone with their finds. It appears Raysha can hardly wait. :)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

He Is Risen!

Today Christians everywhere are celebrating Easter Sunday. This is the first year that I have not been surrounded by the commercialization of this Holy day. Funny how it takes leaving the "Christian" nation that I grew up in and coming to a Hindu one in order to accomplish that. Growing up I don't think that I fully understood what Easter was all about. I was lost in the anticipation of chocolate treats brought to me by an oversize energizer bunny. I am thankful that I understand better now what I didn't fully understand then.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Parabéns

Two very important people had their birthdays this week. My Brazilian mother and brother. Zezé's birthday was on March 19th and Victor's birthday is today, March 22. I miss my "familia brasileira" so much! João, Zezé and Vitinho have come to mean so much to me. Eu amo vocês! Parabéns Zezé e Vitinho! Muitas felicidades e tudo de bom! Que Deus sempre abençõe vocês.

This photo was taken at the São Paulo airport last year. This was the last time I saw them. :(

Saturday Site Seeing

We saw a lot of things today while we were out and about that weren't necessarily related to the Holi festival. We drove up a big hill to check out the view and we visited a Hindu temple while were there. After that we took a little walk around Nehru Park. Here's some pictures.









Here they are checking out the view half way up the big hill.


A view of the Brahma Putra River from where we stopped about half way up the hill.


This sign was at the top of the hill.


Another view of the river.


Mary with Kuldip (pronounced Cool Deep), our driver. He was the only guy with a Sumo full of ladies today.


I love this picture!




This one was taken on the way back down.


Mary at Nehru Park.


Love these girls!




The first time we went to this park Raysha was terrified by this swing. I think she overcame her fear today.


Perhaps they're both a little old for this one.


These guys came and had their picture taken with Ellen, Andrea, Mary and me while Autumn and Raysha were playing on the swing. Then they wanted one with Autumn and Raysha when they had finished playing. We whities really draw the paparazzi here in India. haha


I'm not sure who the statue is of.

Happy Holi

Today the ladies went out and did some site seeing. Originally we were going to go shopping (hence the ladies only outing) but we forgot that it was a holiday. Apart from some blue paint being shot through an open window of our Sumo we pretty much avoided the "hazing" of Holi. It was definitely fun to watch the celebration. We were asked many times where we are from and received many wishes for a Happy Holi! This is some of what I saw...





Not even the cows could avoid it.


The goats too.



These two stopped and posed for me.


This was the extent of the "painting" that I received. It seemed to me that we didn't get paint thrown at us because we're foreigners. As we were walking back to the Sumo there were some little kids who covered their hands in the powdered paint and then wanted to shake our hands. I humored them and they seemed to think it was pretty funny.



Friday, March 21, 2008

Holi - Festival of Colours

Today and tomorrow are a major holiday for the Hindu people . I wanted to understand more about it so I started doing some research online. It was pretty fascinating and I thought I would share it with you. I got the following information from the website www.religionfacts.com.

Holi is an annual festival celebrated on the day after the full moon in the Hindu month of Phalguna (early March). It celebrates spring, commemorates various events in Hindu mythology and is time of disregarding social norms and indulging in general merrymaking.

Holi is probably the least religious of Hindu holidays. During Holi, Hindus attend a public bonfire, spray friends and family with colored powders and water, and generally go a bit wild in the streets.

Celebrated all over India since ancient times, Holi's precise form and purpose display great variety. Originally, Holi was an agricultural festival celebrating the arrival of spring.

This aspect still plays a significant part in the festival in the form of the colored powders: Holi is a time when man and nature alike throw off the gloom of winter and rejoice in the colors and liveliness of spring.

Holi also commemorates various events in Hindu mythology, but for most Hindus it provides a temporary opportunity for them to disregard social norms, indulge in merrymaking and generally "let loose."

The legend commemorated by the festival of Holi involves an evil king named Hiranyakashipu. He forbade his son Prahlad from worshipping Vishnu, but Radhu continued to offer prayers to the god. Getting angry with his son, Hiranyakashipu challenged Prahlad to sit on a pyre with his wicked aunt Holika who was believed to be immune to fire. (In an alternate version, Holika put herself and Prahlad on the fire on orders from her brother.)

Prahlad accepted the challenge and prayed to Vishnu to keep him safe. When the fire started, everyone watched in amazement as Holika was burnt to death, while Prahlad survived without a scar to show for it. The burning of Holika is celebrated as Holi. According to some accounts, Holika begged Prahlad for forgiveness before her demise, and he decreed that she would be remembered every year at Holi.

An alternative account of the basis of the holiday is associated with a legend involving Lord Shiva, one of the major Hindu gods. Shiva is known for his meditative nature and his many hours spent in solitude and deep meditation. Madana, the god of love, decided to test his resolve and appeared to Shiva in the form of a beautiful nymph. But Shiva recognized Madana and became very angry. In a fit of rage he shot fire out of his third eye and reduced her to ashes. This is sometimes given as the basis of Holi's bonfire.

The festival of Holi is also associated with the enduring love between Lord Krishna (an incarnation of Vishnu) and Radha, and Krishna in general. According to legend, the young Krishna complained to his mother Yashoda about why Radha was so fair and he so dark. Yashoda advised him to apply colour on Radha's face and see how her complexion would change. Because of this associated with Krishna, Holi is extended over a longer period in Vrindavan and Mathura, two cities with which Krishna is closely affiliated.

Krishna's followers everywhere find special meaning in the joyous festival, as general frivolity is considered to be in imitation of Krishna's play with the gopis (wives and daughters of cowherds).

Holi is spread out over two days (it used to be five, and in some places it is longer). The entire holiday is associated with a loosening of social restrictions normally associated with caste, sex, status and age. Holi thus bridges social gaps and brings people together: employees and employers, men and women, rich and poor, young and old. Holi is also characterized by the loosening of social norms governing polite behavior and the resulting general atmosphere of licentious merrymaking and ribald language and behavior. A common saying heard during Holi is bura na mano, Holi hai ("don't feel offended, it's Holi").

On the evening of the first day of Holi, a public bonfire is held, commemorating the burning of Holika. Traditionally, Hindu boys spend the weeks prior to Holi combing the neighborhood for any waste wood they can find for the bonfire. The fire is lit sometime between 10 PM and midnight (at the rising of the moon), not generally in an orderly fashion. Everyone gathers in the street for the event, and the air rings with shouts, catcalls, curses and general mayhem.

The central ritual of Holi is the throwing and applying of colored water and powders on friends and family, which gives the holiday its common name "Festival of Colors." This ritual is said to be based on the above story of Krishna and Radha as well as on Krishna's playful splashing of the maids with water, but most of all it celebrates the coming of spring with all its beautiful colors and vibrant life.

Artist's rendering of Krishna playing Holi with milkmaids.

The Muirheads Are In The House!


Andrea and her parents, Bill and Mary arrived on Wednesday. We've been anticipating their arrival and were so thankful that they arrived safely, although a bit jet lagged. Andrea is rooming with Raysha and I. Guaranteed to be a good time! They laid pretty low yesterday morning and held their LST information meeting over at the Bread of Life Centre in the evening. They have 8 readers signed up so far. The plan is for them to go out to Kalapani three times a week and read with the nine bible students who are living out there. It's a good start. Please keep the Muirheads in your prayers as they study with people here in Guwahati. Please also pray for the hearts of those who are coming to read. May seeds of faith be planted and may God be glorified!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Grand Tour

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

"All Around the Mulberry Bush"

Today, after getting new tires for the Sumo, Shyam took Ray's Bible students and us (Autumn, Andrew, Raysha and I) to a Mulberry farm. Shyam is fascinated with Mulberries and their various uses. He has already started growing a local variety of mulberry in the garden at the Kalapani school. Eventually he hopes to open a lab where they will study the properties of the mulberry plants. The farm we visited grows the mulberry plants to feed Silkworms. The state of Assam, where Guwahati is located, is well known for it's silk production. The silk worms feed on a diet of mulberry leaves. When they mature they spin a silk cocoon around themselves and then before they are able to complete their metamorphosis the cocoon is harvested for the silk. A year ago I wrote a post about Joyce's interesting choice of Korean Souvenirs, a can of Silk worm pupa. That's what you are left with after you remove the silk cocoon and apparently people in Asia like to eat them...*shudder.* You can read that post if you click here. It was a very educational little field trip. They invited us to come back in April when the silk worms will begin to spin their cocoons. Could be interesting.

A field of Mulberry bushes.


The Mulberry Expert, Shyam, and Ray.


Inside the Rearing House. Trays of Mulberry leaves being eaten by silk worms.


A closer look at one of the trays.


An even closer look.


These are what the cocoons look like before the silk is harvested.

"He That Steals An Egg Will Also Steal An Ox"

Last night someone stole the back wheels off of our Sumo. When I first got up and heard Ray talking on the phone I thought the entire Sumo had been stolen so the fact that only the back wheels were gone was actually kind of a relief to me. Theft is not a very nice thing. Thankfully there have been few times in my life when I have experienced it but it has never been a pleasant experience. Samson has now been outfitted with a brand new set of back wheels. Not the way any of us intended our morning to be spent but at least we still have a Sumo! The title of this post is a proverb that came to mind this morning. Perhaps in our situation it would better be expressed. "He that steals the wheels will also steal the Sumo." I hope not!



Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy St. Patty's Day!


I know that for most people St. Patrick's day is about nothing more than wearing the colour green, drinking beer and maybe kissing some Irish people...ok maybe most people don't even care that it is St. Patrick''s Day. Whether you take note or not, March 17th is a day meant to honor the patron saint of Ireland, St. Patrick.

During my last semester of college at WCC I took a class on the history of missions. For the most part it wasn't very exciting. History, even church history and the history of missions, two things that are very important to me, does not get me very excited. Even with my dislike for history I found myself very interested in the history of St. Patrick. Before taking that class I really knew nothing about the man that today is all about. The biggest surprise to me was that he wasn't even Irish. He was born in Britain. At the age of 16 he was captured and sold as a slave in Ireland. He spent six years as a slave in Ireland. During those years as a slave his personal faith developed. After six years of slavery he managed to escape and returned to Britain where he became a deacon and a bishop. The part that fascinates me the most about this man is that he then returned to Ireland with a passion to spread the gospel to the Irish. To me that is real love. He had love for the people who had taken him from his family and enslaved him. I believe that is the kind of love God desires me and all his followers to have. Something I've discovered during my 26 years on this earth is that people aren't always easy to love. The reason I love people is because God loves them but I fall short in so many ways. St. Patrick is an inspiration to me in loving people. And so now St. Patrick's day has new meaning for me. A reminder of the great love that one man showed to his enslavers. And a reminder that I too can love the people that it would be easiest not to love.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Freak Out!!!

Today Samuel took us (Autumn, Andrew, Raysha , myself and Ray's students who are living at Kalapani) on a bit of an adventure. We squeezed all of us, 14 in total, into Samson the Sumo and off we went. We planned to go to a nearby wildlife preserve. It turned out to be a bird sanctuary, although I didn't see a whole lot of birds. I think the ones I did see were some kind of crane. Apparently during the monsoon season wild elephants pass through there regularly. Some fishermen told Samuel that there had been elephants there the day before...they must have smelled the Canadians coming and took off. :)

This was a view from a tower that we climbed. It was really windy!

Some of the men out fishing.

Samuel found a fisherman to take us out on his little boat. We didn't squeeze all 14 of us in this time. I think there were 9 plus the fisherman totalling 10. The boat was more like a big canoe. By the time there were 10 of us in the boat we were sitting pretty low. The gunnel was maybe an inch or two above the water. By the look of the other people out on the water, the boat is really only intended for one person. The fisherman kindly took us on a little ride. We were on the water for about 20 minutes or maybe a little longer. I was frustrated with Samuel who insisted on standing up over and over again which of course rocked the boat. The water, although full of plants and insects, was only about waste deep and so even if you couldn't swim it wouldn't have been a problem if you fell in. I was not very keen on having my camera go for a swim though.


Five people in front of me.

And four people behind me. (you can't really see the fisherman who is doing all the work at the back)


I don't think you could have paid me to put my legs in the water like that. Too many bugs and slimy plants!


The "men only" picture in front of the bird sanctuary. From left to right, Samuel (Timothy's brother), Jiten, Samuel, Timothy, Ray and Chhuanga.


Left to right, Chhuanga, Timothy, Samuel, Samuel, Andrew, Zingte, Dimte, Kimte, Kimi, Raysha, Jiten, Autumn and Ray.


After our bird sanctuary adventure we piled back into the Sumo and Samuel took us to the other side of the Brahma Putra River. Because rainy season has not yet arrived the water level is VERY low. We were able to walk out on the beach, which is actually the dry river bed. We had fun just walking around and being in the fresh air. We got pretty wind blown and extremely full of sand! Good times were had by all.

A portion of our group. Kimi, Autumn, Raysha (nice tongue), Jiten, Ray, Chhuanga, Samuel, Timothy and Andrew.


Writing in the sand.


I really like this picture of Andrew and Jiten. I think the light reflecting off the water is beautiful.


Some of them got brave and started walking in the water.


Such a relaxing time. Autumn, Raysha, Jiten, Ray, Samuel and Andrew.

As we were walking back to the Sumo, Ray, one of the Bible students said to me, "It is very nice and good for us to freak out like this on Saturday. We should do this every Saturday." He meant to say "go out" not "freak out." I kinda like it though. I really enjoyed freaking out with my new friends. I hope that we get to freak out together more often.

The Ants Go Marching One by One

No one in our house is singing "Hurrah, Hurrah" about the ants. And in our case they aren't marching one by one or even two by two, they are marching by the thousands and maybe even millions! This morning at breakfast Ellen shared about how she and Ray had discovered ants IN THEIR BED during the early hours of the morning. Ray had felt them biting him and upon further inspection they found literally thousands of ants crawling between their two mattresses. They set to work with our handy dandy bug spray and then used the dust buster to clean up all the dead ones. It really is getting ridiculous. Tonight I discovered that my laptop had been infested. I sustained a number of bites before I realized where they were coming from. I'm sure I've killed at least 80 of them as they've crawled out of the keyboard and vents. They're still coming out every so often. I really am beginning to HATE ants.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Moving Stairs???

Apparently Indians aren't accustomed to using escalators. I witnessed it first hand earlier this week when I watched numerous peoeple trying to figure out how to get on an escalator at a newly opened department store by our house. Even funnier than watching them trying to figure out how to get on was watching them trying to get off! I actually saw a woman fall down on her way up. Luckily she wasn't injured and she got her purse and her shoe back before she had to get back off. It was maybe the funniest thing I've seen since coming to India. I noticed that she and her friend took the elevator back down to the ground floor later. Probably the safer option for her. And just so you don't think I am completely awful, I held in my laughter until the woman was no where to be seen.

And now, for your viewing pleasure...


This guy was outside the new department store along with 4 guys walking around on stilts. I think they were trying to draw in customers. The funniest part was that as Ellen was taking my picture one of the guys who worked for the store ran over and took my picture on his cell phone. I have a hard time fending off the Indian paparazzi some days. haha :)

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Two Months

Today marks two months since I left Saskatoon. The time is passing by very quickly. I'm really not sure where the month of February went. I wonder if it went by as quickly in Canada as it did here in India?? Before I know it March is already going to have gone the way of February. I think I've finally gotten into the groove of a routine here. But when I use the word routine I use it very loosely. India is a country that requires a lot of flexibility as things often don't go the way you've planned them or happen at the times that you've planned them. I'm ok with that though. I think that because I expect it, it doesn't bother me. It has been a great two months in which I have really been enjoying the experience of this wonderful place. I'm looking forward to the next three months and all that they hold.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

At War...

with the ants!!!!

I'm beginning to think it's a losing battle. They are everywhere and they get into everything! A sealed bag of sugar, full of ants. A closed jar of almonds, being feasted upon. A loaf of banana bread, infested. They are tiny little things but they are vicious! They not only like to snack on any kind of food that happens to be in our house but they also like to snack on me! I was trying to rid a jar of them the other night and somehow one managed to bite the inside of my elbow three times before I squashed him. I think the ant bites are worse than the mosquito bites. I even found one crawling around inside my shirt yesterday! That little guy had definitely crossed the line of acceptable behavior and he has already payed the price for his sin! Last night Andrew called us all into his grandparent's bathroom to witness this...

I had to take it an angle to try and get the entire line in the photo and still it was impossible.


If you click to see the larger version you can get a better view.

There were A LOT of ants in that line. They were carrying something out of the windowsill above the toilet and up the wall into a hole in the ceiling above the other window. I have no idea what it was. Ellen gave them a good dose of anti-bug spray, which works equally well with other unwanted biters such as mosquitoes. So that nasty line is no more, which is not to say that it won't return later though. I'm sure that knocking out thousands of the nasty things will have made not even the smallest of dents in their population. Really what is one to do??? If I were in Canada, I would probably call an exterminator. In India, I'm not so sure what to do except learn to live with them... I guess we can get along as long as they stay out of my shirt!

Friday, March 07, 2008

The Salwar Trio

A couple of weeks ago I bought my very first Indian outfit. A Salwar to be exact. I needed to make some small alterations on it before I could wear it. I was a little self conscious about wearing it for the first time. Everyone who knows us is used to us wearing "Western" clothing and not traditional Indian clothing, including the neighborhood people who stare at us walking by everyday. I guess I didn't really feel like giving them something else to talk about. I thought I would feel better about it if Raysha was wearing one too. She got one last weekend when we went to Siliguri. I actually bought a second one while we were there but it's too big and I need to take it in before I can wear it. Raysha, Autumn and I all wore our Salwars on the same day. It was a fun day. In the end I think Raysha was more self conscious about it than I was. I've decided that I absolutely love Salwars! They don't do much for the figure but they're comfortable and very modest. I appreciate that about the way the Indian women dress. Very different from some of the other cultures I have experienced where modesty is not always a priority.


The Salwar Trio. :)


Here's the full view. It was a little windy and very sunny, hence the squinting.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Introducing The Sumo

Ray started looking for a used vehicle shortly after we arrived in India. He put A LOT of time and effort into checking out different vehicles and had gotten basically nowhere. Finally he had resolved to purchase a new vehicle. A Tata Sumo to be specific. When we arrived back from Siliguri Samuel had come across a 2005 Sumo with only 51,000 kilometers on it for half the price of a new one. It seats 10-11 people including the driver which will be very helpful for transporting students and our soon to be arriving guests. So this is the McMillan family's new wheels.

I think we should name it Samson. Samson the Sumo. :)


Here is Ray driving it for the first time. If you've ever experienced Indian traffic then you'll be concerned about that, but don't worry we are hiring a driver.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Adventure Friday/Weekend #1 - Siliguri and Nepal.

Shortly after we moved into our new house Ray made the announcement that Fridays would be adventure day, when we would go somewhere or do something. This plan of Adventure Fridays sort of morphed into Adventure Weekends which are tentatively scheduled to happen every three weeks or so. Last Friday began our first Adventure Weekend.

We left our house at 6AM to catch our 7AM train, the Rajdhani Express, to a city called Siliguri in the state of West Bengal. It was a six hour train ride. The train was reasonably comfortable and the service was good. We were served tea and breakfast and even got to take advantage of the fold down bunk beds.


The Rajdhani Express.


Raysha and Autumn getting settled in on the train.


Ellen enjoying a cup of tea.


Andrew digging in to breakfast.


Ray getting comfy on the top bunk.


The Rajdhani Express also provided me with my second Indian squatty potty experience. I've decided that I prefer stationary squatty potties as opposed to squatty potties on a moving train. Not to mention the fact that you could look right through the squatty potty down to the tracks speeding by below. It is one cultural experience that I don't think I'll choose to repeat.


The picture doesn't do it justice because it looks stationary. It was anything but however. I took a video to show how much movement there actually was but the sound of the train is so loud that you can't hear my narrative so I'm not going to bother posting it.


Friday evening we met with the small congregation who worship in Siliguri. They showed us a very warm welcome and presented us each with a white scarf, a Nepalese tradition if I am not mistaken. We met Naresh & Shamila Chhetri who are ministering there. They have a son, Asshish, who is 15 months old and absolutely adorable. We also met a man named Mahindra, one of Ray's former bible students.

Siliguri Church of Christ, in West Bengal, India.


Shamila, Naresh and Asshish Chhetri.


A young girl presenting me with my scarf.


Naresh translating for Ray on Friday evening.


On Saturday morning we visited Mahindra's home, where he tutors some Muslim students. We shared a little bit about ourselves and about Canada.

Mahindra translating for us on Saturday morning. Note the Canadian map on the blackboard, drawn by Raysha.


Mahindra's students and neighbors.


After our time at Mahindra's we took a little drive to Nepal. It was really just so that Raysha and I could say that we've been there. The drive to Nepal was a very pleasant one with lots of scenery to enjoy. The terrain was much flatter than I had anticipated. We saw many fields with various things being grown. Nothing like Saskatchewan though, that's for sure!

Tea gardens all over the place.


A Pineapple field...Yummy! Reminds me of Crystal Downton, my Pineapple Girl! :)


Rice Paddies


I think that we probably spent just as much time in Immigration, both Indian and Nepalese, as we did looking in the shops once we got there. There were no computers at the immigration offices so everything was copied by hand into an entry or exit book. It made me laugh to see that my name was spelled differently each time that it was written down. If you're wondering, no, I didn't bother to correct them. When we arrived at the Nepalese side of the border there was no one at the immigration desk, we actually had to go looking for them. We filled in applications for visas, and paid them the fee. Then they asked us how long we would stay, our response, only a few hours. They then explained to us that they were going to give us our entry visas as well as our exit stamps so that we didn't need to stop on our way back out of the country...Who does that??? I thought it was the funniest thing. Honestly I think it was more for their own convenience than ours, they didn't want to be bothered by dealing with 6 foreigners twice in one day, at least that's my theory.

Immigration on the Indian side.


Look how close we were to Mt. Everest.


Back in India. :)


On Sunday morning we met with the small Siliguri congregation . Ray shared the lesson . During the service they sang one song in Hindi, Bengali, Nepali and English. What a neat experience! In the afternoon Naresh took us to Lelin Colony, a recovering leprosy village. The people of the village are all recovering or being treated for leprosy and have been relocated to this place. The children of the village are also receiving treatment so that they are not at risk. It is hoped that this new generation of children will be leprosy free. Each week Naresh and a few others go and teach Sunday school to any children who choose to come. On this day Ellen shared some Bible stories about how Jesus is with us always and Raysha and Autumn and I helped to teach the kids some action songs. Indian children really seam to enjoy any song when it is accompanied by actions. There were about 30 children in attendance. They sat very attentively on burlap sacks laid out on the ground. There was also a large group of people who were watching us closely from the "sidelines."

Ellen sharing the Bible story.


They were all very interested in the new white people who had come. :)