Let the move to Ethiopia begin…

This morning bright and early, I deposited my husband, my daughter, my mother, the cats and way too many suitcases to the airport, so they can begin their 12.5 hour direct flight to Addis. They should have arrived in Addis by now but no word from them yet.

Max and I are still here but spinning our wheels. We wish we could be there already but it wasn’t meant to be. Due to a bunch of administrative mumbo-jumbo, not only are we leaving almost two days later but we also get two layovers and a total flight time of about two days. That’s way too many twos right there. But wait, there’s more. We get to ring in the New Year in the air too. Awesome, right? But I got my Unicorn Farts nail polish on, so I am ready for anything! (I know it’s messed up – I didn’t say I was good at putting nail polish on but I am definitely too cheap thrifty to go to a salon.)

But at least Paul would have had a couple of days in Addis already. I figure by the time I get there, he’d be practically local. He’d be speaking Amharic, know where everything important is in Addis, have household help lined up, have bought school supplies for the children and everything else we need to set up our new home, have perfected high-altitude cooking and made an awesome feast for us for New Years. Oh, and rolled out the red carpet. Because Unicorn Farts, people.

I was going to write a long blog post about our transfer from New Delhi to Addis describing in great detail all the things that went gloriously wrong and how we had to move mountains to straighten things out but I am too tired right now. Mountain moving is tough. Plus, we are still in the process of ironing out the last kinks, so I don’t want to jinx anything.

What is important is that we are all going to Addis, one way or another. As in no children are left behind to fend for themselves in the U.S. parentless, which was discussed for a while, believe it or not. And no, it was not our idea, in case you were wondering.

We also managed to pack and ship all of our crap stuff without killing each other, although things were rather tense there for a while. But I am happy to report that not even an eye was gouged in the process. So we have that going for us! Because in the Foreign Service, if you can successfully weather three pack-outs and a tour in Vietnam (or a similar place with insanely attractive and aggressive women), you marriage might just last . We are half-way there, honey…

I could tell you that everything went perfectly with our pack-out and that we were one ounce below our weight allowances but I’d be lying. That’s not how we roll. It seemed like we were right on with our UAB until the packers left and we found a several largish items, we had forgotten. Plus, I failed miserably at convincing my better half to pack our suitcases before our pack-out, so we know exactly how much we need to pack and better prioritize what has to go to UAB vs. Consumables. Nah, too logical. Instead, after the not-so-smooth pack-out, we had to pack our suitcases to the point of explosion and still had a bunch of boxes to ship to ourselves in Addis, which somehow became my job. Oh, the joy!

This was our first time shipping consumables. We were able to reach an agreement (sort of) on what we needed to buy but how to go about it was a point of contention. I, the gatherer, thought we should be buying things throughout our time in Washington and get the job done gradually but methodically. My husband, the hunter, thought we should kill it (buy everything) with one stone the weekend before our pack-out, which was also two days before Christmas. His argument was that we didn’t really have the space to store the consumables for a long time. He was right about that because there were five of us crammed in a two-bedroom apartment but buying a boatload of consumables in 24 hours from a dozen different stores and virtually melting our credit cards in the process right before Christmas makes a pathological methodical gatherer like me a teensy bit edgy. But I have my Unicorn Farts, so I. AM. FINE!

Anyway, Christmas was wonderful. There was even an engagement in the family, which was awesome! The extended family, that is. A lovely niece, not Nia or me or my Mother!

But now I am in desperate need of some Zs, so I am going to call it a night. The next time you hear from me, it will probably be from Addis (Internet Gods Willing) and in 2015!

Have a fantastic New Year everyone!

P.S. For the record, putting on Unicorn Farts nail polish is a royal pain in the hiney. It took me forever and a half to position the confetti approximately where I wanted them to go. Being klutzish didn’t help either.

Merry Christmas!

Well, hello there. I know I haven’t written a blog post in quite a while but things have been kinda hectic since I started GSO training. I need to put together a recap of what’s been going on over here but it’s not going to be today.

Today, I just want to say Merry Christmas. May 2015 be our and your best year yet!

Below is a very improvised Christmas card I put in a hurry this morning. Being Christmas-treeless this year, we took a stroll to the White House and took a picture with the National Christmas tree. It was beautiful and because we are leaving the U.S. in a few days, being there felt that much more special.

Hope Santa brought you all that you wished for!

Waterish and Washingtons

I wish I was better at writing down the cute things our kids say and do but I usually forget. Yesterday, however Max said something that I thought was quite clever, so I have to share it.

He got up in the morning and said he had a really nice dream, in which he was at a play store. He sad he wanted to go to said play store. I asked him where the play store was and he said it was close to the waterish. Hmmmm? “What is waterish?”, I asked. He couldn’t quite explain. Later that morning we drove into Washington, D.C. to go to the Spy Museum. As we were crossing the Potomac river, Max pointed to it and said that it was a big waterish, much bigger than the one close to the play store in his dream. So, we figure waterish must be a river or something water-ish. Quite logical, no?

His waterish reminded me of a similar episode from when Nia was about his age. We were talking about laundry one day when she said something about using washingtons. I must have given her a puzzled look because she proceeded to explain to me that washingtons were things you use to wash your clothes, of course!

That, and lippings were lipsticks, in case you were wondering…

What cute things do your kids say?

Throw Back India: Ladakh (Part 2 – Pangong Lake)

(This is Part 2 of a two-part series about a trip we took to Ladakh. If you are looking for Part 1: Leh, you can find it here.)

On day two of our trip to Ladakh, we got up early, showered, packed, had breakfast and hit the road to Pangong Lake. A car and driver were part of our package and we really lucked out with the driver this time. He was a young Ladakhi, unassuming but sweet, helpful and very patient. He told us he drives tourists to Pangong weekly (!!!), so he knew the road like the back of his hand, which was a very good thing. Plus, he was not a honker – a rare breed in India and a huge plus in my book!

Pangong Lake is about 100 miles (150 km) from Leh. According to Google’s magic algorithm, it takes 3 hours and 15 minutes to get there, but don’t let that fool you – the folks at Google don’t know what they are talking about in this case because you really can’t make it to Pangong (alive) in less than 5 hours.

Why? Well, for starters you have to go through Chang La, which at 17,688 ft (5,360 m) the third highest motorable pass in the world. Going through it can be problematic for stupid high-altitude newbies like us. And the road is downright scary. It is steep and vomit-inducingly ziggy-zaggy and constantly in need of repair because of heavy snow, rain and avalanches. I just remember looking up and seeing something that looked like a road up the steep mountain because there were cars creeping up it and thinking, “OMG, that couldn’t possibly be where we need to go!” only to realize minutes later that there was nowhere else to go and that indeed was the road. There are no guardrails on the road but there is some crazy driving evidenced by the multiple car carcasses we saw which had rolled off the cliffs.

I can honestly say that this was the scariest ride of my life. But you know what’s even scarier than the drive up to Pangong? The thought of having to drive back. Your heart is in your throat most of the drive up, you are pukey and hyperventilating from the high altitude, your head is hurting like the dickens but you finally get to Pangong Lake and you perk up a bit because the lake is ah-mazing. And then it hits you: “Shi$##$#@, we have to drive back tomorrow!!! There’s got to be another way! (There isn’t.) A helicopter? A broom? A dragon? Anything but driving back…” But I am getting ahead of myself…

So we left Leh in the morning and drove southeast along a nice open road through the desert, which looked like a moonscape…

…with occasional villages, monasteries, stupas and military bases…
 

 
… until the road ran into a river and started following its flow. We asked the driver what river that was. He said it was the Indus. Huh? This just seemed like the totally wrong place and direction for the Indus to us but that’s just tells you how ignorant we were because the Indus does indeed originate in the Tibetan plateau and makes a sweeping curve to the north into China before eventually running south through Pakistan and into the Indian ocean. Whaddayaknow?

Hi, Baby Indus!

We didn’t enjoy the river view for long though because we had to stop at a check-point and present our permissions to be there. While the driver was taking care of the permissions business we saw these huge piles of rocks, which seemed to have interesting drawings on them. The driver later told us that those were Buddhist mantras (prayers) carved into the stones.

 
Our permissions checked, we continued on our way to Pangong. The road turned northeast and cut through a scenic valley dotted with little villages and monasteries.

We reached the edge of the valley and the road started climbing up and up and up. We were approaching Chang La pass, the highest point of our journey, so we decided to take some oxygen as a precaution.

Nia did fine but try as we might, we could not convince Max to put the mask on, which was a problem because next thing we knew was he had to puke.

He was a trooper though, as soon as he was done puking he said he was ready to get back in the car and go. We ended up taking several more puke breaks.

We saw groups of South Indian looking people doing maintenance work on the road. The driver told us that most of them were from Bihar (one of the poorest states in India) and were living in tents in the mountains doing road construction pretty much by hand.

 
The road kept winding up the mountain and it seemed like it would never end. We could still see the valley where we started climbing up but it was so far down now you could barely see it.

Finally, we made it to Chang La! Hello 17,688 ft (5,360 m) – the highest place we’ve ever been.

It was kinda pretty up at the pass and there were a few tea shops but we didn’t stop because it was very cold and windy and it was starting to snow. Plus, we were not feeling well and still had a long way to go to Pangong.

We tried to enjoy the scenery as much as we could on the way down despite feeling sick. Our last puke stop happened to be in a really beautiful area with a mountain creek running alongside the road and pretty purple flowers…

 
…so we asked our driver to take our picture…

 
We went through many interesting areas formed by rocks, wind, and snow/water and saw wild horses and yaks…

… until at long last we saw Pangong lake – a tiny splotch of bright blue in the distance.

 
We made our way to our campground, Camp Martsemik, dropped off our stuff at our fancy tent (which had running water, a toilet and a shower in it)

… and enjoyed a late veggie lunch in the dining tent. The food was very basic but heavy on the rice, so it helped settle our tummies a little bit.

 
Then we walked to the lake, which was just as spectacular as we had imagined.

Pangong Tzo means long, narrow enchanted lake in Tibetan and that’s an apt description. Because it is on the disputed border between India and China, there is a military base on the Indian side (as I am sure there is on the Chinese) with a huge Indian flag. The area actually saw military action during the Sino-Chinese war in 1962.

Today, the Indian side of the lake is a protected wetland area. The water in the lake is brackish but it gets so cold there during the winter that the whole lake freezes over. The passes into the area are also snowed in 9 months out of the year, so life must be pretty tough up there for the soldiers in the military base and the people living in the few small villages in the vicinity.  
The weather was gorgeous and the sky as blue as ever. The kids were in heaven skipping stones and playing in the brackish water. I don’t think they even noticed or cared that the water was freezing. Watching them play with such abandon was the kind of joy you want to bottle and stash away for a rainy day (or the drive back, as the case may be).

We did notice that other than two local kids, ours were the only other kids at Pangong – one of those things that make you go, hmmmm…

After a couple of hours at the lake, we went back to the camp. Our driver found us and said there was a village on the lake and that we could go see it if we wanted to. We did. The road to the village went up a high hill and the view of the lake would have been incredible but it was getting dark and there wasn’t quite enough light. We kicked ourselves for not going there earlier when the light was better.

Back at the camp, we had dinner and settled in for the night, which was easier said than done. We were all winded and had a hard time breathing, especially Max. We finally managed to convince him to take some oxygen, which helped for a little bit but by the time he fell asleep I was quite scared because he was gasping for air. We gave him more oxygen and he finally fell asleep even though there was a wild party outside our tent and there was nothing we could do about it. There were a bunch of people who had come to Pangong on motorcycles (brave souls) in our camp and they didn’t stop singing loudly until the wee hours of the morning.

Riding motorcycles through the Himalayas is a very popular thing to do for adventurous Indians and foreigners alike. It is also very dangerous. A U.S. citizen had a horrible motorcycle accident in Ladakh when we were there and ended up dying a few days later. Unfortunately, he was not the only one. But that didn’t seem to be a deterrent. Motorcycling around the Himalayas is big business too. There are several Indian-made motorcycles (Royal Enfield comes to mind although there are others) which are very popular and you can rent them all over the Himalayas. But I digress…

It got really cold overnight – below freezing for sure because I saw ice outside our tent the next morning. There were plenty of warm blankets in the tent to keep us warm but Max, who is not used to sleeping covered, kept kicking his blankets off all night. I spent most of the night making sure he was covered because I was afraid he’d freeze. Either that or pass out because of the altitude. I kept making sure that both children were breathing, while gasping for air occasionally myself. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep again, which gave me plenty of time to conclude that we were horrible parents to put our kids in this situation.

But we lived. We woke up to a brilliant morning on the lake and things looked better. Well, except for the prospect of going back up through Chang La, that is. We enjoyed the view of the lake from the camp for a little bit. We decided to skip breakfast (less puking material that way, we thought) but got plenty of water and hit the road again.

On the way back we saw some yaks, marmots and wild horses:

And then Max started gasping for air again. Badly! We tried giving him oxygen but it didn’t seem to help. He wasn’t complaining but just looked and sounded unwell. The driver was also concerned about Max – he kept checking on him in the rearview mirror and could hear him gasp. A few minutes later, the driver said that perhaps we should take him to a hospital. We figured he sees dumb foreigners like us all the time and probably knows better than us when one looks like they need medical help. He said there was a village nearby and he knew there was a small hospital there. This was not time to be coy or picky, so we immediately agreed although we had no idea what the hospital would be like. We got to the hospital and brought Max in.

It was a very modest government hospital with a few nurses, who were incredibly nice. There was a motorcyclist there who was also having high-altitude issues. The nurses immediately examined Max and hooked him up to a large oxygen tank. They also gave him anti-nausea medication and said we needed to stay there for at least a half hour before going back on the road. Max perked up a little while we waited. The nurses said we should keep him awake until we were on the other side of the Chang La pass and sent us on our way. We wanted to pay them but they wouldn’t take our money – not for their services, the oxygen, nor the medication. We insisted but they wouldn’t budge. Finally, we said we wanted to make a small donation to the hospital and reciprocated for their generosity that way.

We knew it would be hard to get over the pass but there was no other way back so off we went again. Max was dozing off. I tried to keep him awake but failed. He seemed to really need the sleep, plus he was breathing fine, so I let him sleep against the nurses advice, checking periodically to make sure he didn’t pass out.

Going over the pass on the way back was just as sickening as on the way there but somehow we made it to the other side, even though we ran out of oxygen. The driver saw we were in bad shape, so he took a short-cut to the valley on the other side of the pass. As soon as we got to the valley Paul felt awful and had to puke.

There were a couple of monasteries, which we wanted to visit on the way back but ended up stopping at just one of them – Hemis. The kids and I had lunch at the monastery and looked around, while Paul tried to nap in the car.

Here are a few pictures from Hemis:

I really wanted to see the other monasteries because I had heard they were really neat but the kids didn’t have the patience and Paul was not feeling well, so we skipped them and went back to Leh. Nia and I went downtown and did a little shopping but then we went back to the hotel and called it a night. Sleeping was not a big deal that night. I am guessing we had acclimated to Leh’s relatively lower altitude by then and were OK.

The next morning, we had breakfast, packed our bags and caught our flight back to Delhi.

In hindsight, the trip to Ladakh was dangerous and we should probably not have gone on it or at least not with the kids. But hindsight is always 20/20 - we really didn’t know that before we went even though we did research online and talked to people who had been there. No one had been there with little kids though. A couple of friends were surprised we are taking the kids to Ladakh but we take our kids wherever we go and truly didn’t understand the risks (the scary roads, the high altitude) until after we got there.

Am I sorry we took the trip? Absolutely not. It was rough and scary at the time but we survived and the memories from it are priceless. It was just so different from other places we have been that we will probably tell stories about it for a long time. So if you are thinking about going to Ladakh, I am not going to stop you but I will suggest that you research it thoroughly, weigh the risks and make sure you are OK with them before you go.

I will leave you with the closing scene from one of my favorite Indian Movies, Three Idiots (2009), which takes place at Pangong Lake. We saw the movie for the first time about three years ago while we were in Hindi Language training. At the time we didn’t know that this scene took place in Ladakh or that the lake was called Pangong Lake. We just knew we wanted to go there because it looked so darn awesome. So it was really the movies fault that we went there. Apparently, we were not the only ones. Pangong Lake, really took off as a tourist destination after the movie.  Really good movie, by the way and if you haven’t seen it, you should. But here is the scene:

Throw Back India: Ladakh (Part 1 – Leh)

The last trip we took as a family in India was to Ladakh in late August. Before we moved to India, I didn’t really know anything about Ladakh. I had heard about Jammu and Kashmir, India’s northernmost state, because it’s often in the news but somehow never about Ladakh, even though it’s part of Jammu and Kashmir. Once we got to India, Ladakh was often recommended as a cool travel destination. It’s up in the Himalayas just south of Tibet. Most of the people who live there are Ladakhi and are ethnically, culturally, and linguistically related to the people of Tibet.

You could drive from Delhi to Ladakh between June and September but it would be crazy take forever because of the rugged mountain terrain. The rest of the year, the passes into Ladakh are snowbound, so driving is out of the question. We went there in the summer but we didn’t have a lot of time, so we flew into Ladakh’s main city, Leh.

The Ladakh region is the only part of Jammu and Kashmir state, where we were allowed to go due to security concerns. Even in Ladakh, you need special permission from the Indian Government to go anywhere outside of Leh because Ladakh borders on both China and Pakistan and India has border disputes with both countries, so there is a heavy military presence in the area. If you are thinking about going there, your travel agent will help you get the required permissions.

 

The distance between Delhi and Leh is about 620 miles (1,000 km) and the flight takes a little over an hour, so it is very convenient and you fly over the Himalayas, which is pretty darn amazing. It looks like this:

Yup, those are glaciers alright. Did I mention this was in late August?!! But then again we are talking about the Himalayas...

Everyone knows the Himalayas are huge but it takes seeing them from above to actually grasp their enormity and to understand why the monsoon never makes it all the way to Ladakh and Tibet. We flew there during the monsoon season and could actually see the wet and rainy plains turn into wet and rainy mountains but the further north we flew, the drier the mountains got until we reached Ladakh, which is basically a high desert (you can also kinda see that on the second map above). The Himalayas are so freaking tall that they block the advance of the monsoon rains to the north.

Leh is at 11,500 ft (3,500 m) above sea level and that’s no joke if you’re new to high altitude. We were told that we should acclimate for a couple of days in Leh before going any higher. The problem was we we had 4 days total and our plan was to go up to Pangong lake on the Chinese border at 14,000 ft (4,300 m), so we got about a day of acclimation, which was not enough but more on that later.

In Leh we stayed at the Grand Himalaya hotel, which was OK. Friends had recommended the Grand Dragon but it was full.  The Grand Himalaya is not bad but our understanding is that the Grand Dragon is nicer. Both hotels are built in the Ladakhi architectural style with beautiful woodwork but the the Grand Himalaya had some strange “features” - misaligned marble slabs in the bathroom, windows and doors didn’t quite close, and occasional gasoline smell from the generator. The food was mostly Ladakhi, which is similar to Tibetan/Chinese with momos (fried or steamed dumplings with various fillings) figuring prominently. Our room was spacious and comfortable, the location was good (right below Leh Palace and a short walk from downtown) and the staff was friendly and helpful, so we couldn’t really complain. Here are a couple of pictures (the one to the left is from the hotel’s website):

We took it easy the first day because we needed to acclimate to the high altitude. We lounged about in the hotel before noon and then took a nap. In the afternoon, we had our driver take us to Leh Palace, which was perched on a hill above our hotel. The palace is an interesting multi-story structure (see picture below) but there is very little left inside – just a temple, empty rooms and terraces. 
The views from the palace however are really cool – you see the whole city, spread beneath you in an emerald-green river-fed valley surrounded by austere-looking treeless mountains.

After Leh palace, we went to Shanti (peace) Stupa, a Buddhist monument built by the Japanese on another hill at the outskirts of Leh for more breathtaking views of the valley, the surrounding mountains and the stupa itself.

 
On the way back from the Shanti Stupa we decided to take a walk downtown, so here are a few more scenes from Leh:

Unfortunately, there was some beautification project going on when we were there, so the downtown area looked like a war zone but you could see that it would be nice when finished because the streets were lined with shops and interesting old buildings. There was a lot of activity going on despite the construction and the mini dust storm, which came out of nowhere while we were walking around.

 

By the time we got back to the hotel we were so tired we were ready to pass out, so we just ordered room service and went to bed. We were starting to feel the effects of the high altitude – we were all short of breath and some of us had headaches. We had a long trip ahead of us the next day and we were going higher, so we bought a bottle of oxygen, just in case.

Even though I was exhausted, I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Breathing was a struggle and I just couldn’t relax enough to fall asleep. I kept an eye on the kids, who were also having breathing difficulties. I was worried about the next day knowing we were going higher. I was starting to think that perhaps going to Ladakh with the kids, was not such a good idea after all but everything was already paid for. Plus, we still wanted to see Pangong Lake. They say high altitude makes you stupid because the brain doesn’t get enough oxygen and I have to say, I felt rather dumb and panicky that night (though not as dumb and panicky as I felt the following night).

Coming up: Ladakh Part 2 – Pangong Lake.