Below are just some of many, many pictures I took during my first four weeks in Tibet. I spent the majority time in the Amdo region of Tibet, teaching English at the Tibetan Home of Hope.
This is the first picture on my camera: Miles consuming his first meal in Beijing. He is terrible with chopsticks, but will become an expert in a mere seven weeks. We spend the night following this meal on the airport floor, and are awoken by the giant squeegee machine at regular intervals.
Is this punishment, or learning? We could never quite tell...
These twins were trouble-makers. I helped a little bit with the creation of this play structure.
Shoe cleaning!
The old-faced mountains I fell in love with. You can just see the monk-caves.
We are wearing traditional Tibetan clothes. I'm not sure what Zak is looking at.
Once again we are daunted by the sheer quantity of food.
Shadow puppets.
Lanjo looking characteristically tough. He is the youngest kid, and, according to Tashi, was "found in the garbages." He collected more bullets than anyone.
Attack!!!
Playing with chalk was a good way to break the ice.
Operation Tibetan Frisbee Team commences.
Spectacular "Niochh." Kind of tastes like it sounds. Like a mysterious sneeze.
During our hike to see the other side of the valley. We walked from prayer flag to prayer flag.
This is the meal that was given to us by the random Tibetan family in the mountains. Note the gold-flecked liquor.
Our last day at the school. We are physically restrained during our first attempt to leave, and, when we finally make it down the driveway, we are followed by a mass of singing children. As we walk through the gate and down the road, we can hear cries of "SANK YOO TEACHER!!!" fading into the distance.
This is the first picture on my camera: Miles consuming his first meal in Beijing. He is terrible with chopsticks, but will become an expert in a mere seven weeks. We spend the night following this meal on the airport floor, and are awoken by the giant squeegee machine at regular intervals.
Is this punishment, or learning? We could never quite tell...
These twins were trouble-makers. I helped a little bit with the creation of this play structure.
Shoe cleaning!
The old-faced mountains I fell in love with. You can just see the monk-caves.
We are wearing traditional Tibetan clothes. I'm not sure what Zak is looking at.
Once again we are daunted by the sheer quantity of food.
Shadow puppets.
Lanjo looking characteristically tough. He is the youngest kid, and, according to Tashi, was "found in the garbages." He collected more bullets than anyone.
Attack!!!
Playing with chalk was a good way to break the ice.
Operation Tibetan Frisbee Team commences.
Spectacular "Niochh." Kind of tastes like it sounds. Like a mysterious sneeze.
During our hike to see the other side of the valley. We walked from prayer flag to prayer flag.
This is the meal that was given to us by the random Tibetan family in the mountains. Note the gold-flecked liquor.
Our last day at the school. We are physically restrained during our first attempt to leave, and, when we finally make it down the driveway, we are followed by a mass of singing children. As we walk through the gate and down the road, we can hear cries of "SANK YOO TEACHER!!!" fading into the distance.
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