It is quite interesting to view the election process from overseas, as it resembles nothing of the election process one views while being stateside. Like many Americans, I am sure, I am glued to the TV trying to listen to as many pundits as possible about the impending election.  But here, I get to see a whole plethora of stuff I would never get to see from the comfort of my living room in Colorado. Point in case, I got to watch debates from Doha, Qatar where two Americans representing each side, sit in between an angry British mediator, with a Kuwaiti vying for McCain and an Egyptian vying for Obama fighting over who is the best candidate for the world. They took questions from the audience, most of which were about weather or not the candidates would be concerned with their respective regions.  There were very thoughtful questions posed from people who hailed from such places as Somalia, Lebanon, Syria, Iran and Dubai, which spoke to the gravity of the position we have as Americans in the world.

We may watch with fascination, or even irreverent interest when other nations partake in their election process, but we usually realize as Americans;  no matter who is elected in another country, they may have a slight impact on our trade, or foreign affairs policy, but they do not have a direct impact on our day to day life. People who live around the world cannot say the same. They wait with baited breath, and high expectations as to who will be the next American president because it will impact the very nature of their being and the security of their region. That is a lot of power for one country. But it is something to be admired, respected and maybe even feared. If, at the very least, it should be realized that although we forget from time to time that a place called Sri Lanka, Singapore or even Nepal, not for one moment does anyone in these places forget that there is a United States.

Most everyone I know here has invited me to an “election party”, whether they are Democrat or Republican, or even those who have no idea what “Democrat” or “Republican” is, like many Nepali people. (Never try explaining the electoral college to anyone, in anyplace here in Nepal, ever. Trust me.)The first reason for a party is the obvious; it is a reason to have a party. But the second is that people are hoping that their candidate will bring about the change they want to see in the world.

Living here, I have met people from all over the world; I have spoken with and dined with people from Israel, Iran and Germany all at the same table. And the first question they have all asked me is who I am voting for and what is my view on foreign affairs.  Whoa. I am but a simple person, with ideas and hopes for all of my fellow mankind. My beliefs may be more idealistic than others, but no less, my ideals are that of freedom, no matter our national origin.  But no less, I think it is an important aspect for all Americans to realize that the vote we may or may not cast due to long lines and inconvenience truly impacts not only America, but those throughout the world. As a side note, I want to commend the American Embassy in Nepal for their help and clarification on the absentee voting process.

Voting is something we take for granted; because we are free…But so many of the world, including where I CURRENTLY AM is not free, it is but a gift from our intelligent, foreseeing, and gifted forefathers, that no matter who we may cast a vote for on November 4^th, we can agree our forefathers had the best of intentions and the well being of future Americans at mind when they drafted the Constitution.

So remember this fellow Americans, we are damn lucky, not only for the nation that we were born in, but for the ability to realize that we can vote, and our vote makes an does impact.

I think I am getting old. I once heard that when you get old you quit listening to new music, and like the man that can’t let go of his Bee Gee’s 8 track, I cant seem to embrace a relatively new style of music that goes by the name of trance.  What is it really?

I mean, I am not that old. But, in reality, age doesn’t seem to have anything to do with it, as I have seen 50 year olds’ here bustin’ a groove to trance music.  I knew what trance was back in the US and had friends would listen to it or occasionally go to clubs that specialized in “house” or “electronic”. Maybe I have seen too many episodes of Law and Order, but I always associated that kind of music with club kids who took too much E, danced with pacifiers in their mouths while waving plastic neon thingies in front of their face. It never really appealed to me.  Plus the dancing always mimicked, in my mind, mini fits of twisting and shaking simultaneously. Not that attractive.

Then I came to Nepal. As with many things here, it took what I thought of as reality and smacked my perceptions up side the head. Nothing is as I thought it was. There is such an international draw to the music, it is unreal. It is the one thing everyone from the Middle East can agree on. It enables conversations that would not ordinarily happen between a Russian woman and man here on business from China, as I saw the other night. It is a strange phenomenon that for the longest time I couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around.

After being around it so often here, I finally have come to a few conclusions about trance. One, it isn’t that bad. It can be fine in small doses. Second, it is an international format of music, as there is usually little to no words in any language, so language is not a barrier. Third, everyone in the world dances in their specific culture, and ANYONE can dance to trance.  Jump a little, shake what you want to, or hell, even Ninja kick randomly like one fella from Australia, and there you go, you too can dance to trance. Last, it is great to listen to while exercising. It keeps you moving, no doubt.

Music has always been an instrumental part of my life, no pun intended. I used to say I would listen to any type of music, as I grew up in an eclectic home where I was as likely to hear Tom Waits as I was Zydeco. As a child, my parents took my brother and me to Jazz Fest in New Orleans with ritual like regularity. Much to my music loving parent’s dismay, I developed a taste for rap music in my early teens, but could never let go of the greats like the Doors, Buddy Guy and Van Morrison. I still remember the first time I heard Dave Matthews and Blues Travelers. And even today, nothing soothes me like listening to Otis Redding and Ray Charles.  

So maybe I need to realize that my musical education is not over. The only thing that is certain in life is change, so I will continue to attempt to appreciate trance, but thank god I can go home to my IPOD filled with the tried and true music that has been the soundtrack of my life this far.

Sometimes, I think that my impulsive nature makes others crazy. Actually, I have no doubt that it does. I directly attribute my fathers grey hair to some of my more rash decisions.  I also have no doubt that I am a bit off the wall at times, and realize that I do things without fully thinking them through, but I have never really been scared of consequences. I tend accept consequences when they do arise and move forward. Some people may think this sounds a bit risky, I just call it life.  Even so, in the cases where I do think things through their outcomes differ very little from those decisions that I make in an instant.  Case in point, my new restaurant. I wanted to create a restaurant in Kathmandu using a strange concept that has not really existed here previously. Good food that does not take 6 hours to prepare and does not make the consumer sick within hours of eating it. Ok, I am being a little cynical, I admit. There are some fine establishments in this city, but one also pays dearly for eating at them. They are expensive! Not U.S. prices, of course, but when one only makes the equivalent of $300 US per month, it is difficult to justify a $30 meal for 2. Unless it is your birthday of course.

No less, this new quest of mine was pretty thought out, especially by my standards. I knew the location I wanted to be in (Thamel), I knew I wanted it small, and I also knew the type of food I wanted to serve. So, I did a bit of research, and decided that this is not an intangible; I could very well make it a reality. Thank god I have made so many connections here; I also knew this was a fantastic asset, and thus far has proved to be invaluable.

Those here that I know with established restaurants, even small established places, tend to have better lives than those of us working stiffs that may or may not be paid by our bosses (things really do work differently here, I have often had to ask for my salary. My roommate had to wait 6 months for hers.) And I still wish to continue social work, but more on grass roots, non bureaucratic level. For example, I wish to take 5% of all profits and directly lend to women in the neighborhood. Also, there is a very intelligent girl I see almost daily, with no formal education, and Sanepa could be unstoppable if she were able to attain an education. I would be quite happy if my work could make that a reality.

Luck of all luck, I found a place quickly. Good location, and a lot of potential (read: I must work my a** off to make it look good inside), with inexpensive rent. I couldn’t be happier. That is, until I found out what it means to rent a space in Thamel.  Ahhhh…nothing is ever free in life, or simple, is it? The current owner of the restaurant there, Santi, said she would be happy to sub let me the space, as she no longer wants it, but first I must pay her $6,000 US. Huh? In a nation where the GDP per capita is only $340 USD per year, that sounded a little steep. So the negotiations began.

I explained to Santi that I did not want to keep the name Mustang Kitchen, nor did I think I would need any of her recipes, or maintain a restaurant that in any way resembled the Mustang Kitchen, so why must I pay her $6000?!?!?! She said she needed the money to move to Pokhara so she could be married to her boyfriend. Like this was a totally logical explanation and I would some how say, “Oh! Why didn’t you tell me?!? OF COURSE! Heck, why don’t I pay you $7000 and we will call the extra thousand a wedding gift!”

After I found the strength to close my mouth, as it pretty much fell to floor, although I found admire her frankness. And one hand of honesty deserves another.

I simply said, “No. I will be more than happy to purchase to equipment that you no longer have use for, such as the coolers and refrigerators and the tables, but that is it.”

Santi said “Ok, then we will not leave and I will not rent it to you.”

We had four more days of conversation like this. I even went to the landlord, who she rents from, and he replied, “When you have the space, you will choose who to rent it to and how much they will pay you for the privilege of the space, why shouldn’t she?”

Hmmmm…yet another new concept of business in an underdeveloped nation. Bribery for the privilege of renting a space. It makes sense in some ways, as real estate, especially prime real estate in Thamel is in short supply.

Finally, we struck a deal. I offered her half, and much to my surprise, she said, “O.K.” shook my hand, and got up to get the keys. No joke.

I still felt like I was spending more than I should, as the inside of the place is little better than a Taco Bell in the middle of the ghetto, but after speaking to various business people I know in Thamel, they were amazed I got by so cheap.  Cheap wasn’t really the word I would use to explain it, but it is done now.  And I am happy.

So now, I am reinventing myself again. Now, I am Jill, restaurant owner in Thamel. This is going to be so cool.

O what a night

It is exactly 2 am, and I sit here writing in my bed, giving off a little start every time the power surges and the lights become so bright they look like they might pop. The sound of the rain should be calming, as it is constant- not pounding, but always there. But the rain is part of my little problem.

Why up at 2 am you ask? Well, when else would I get up taking turns with my boyfriend, running for the bathroom to expel the evil falafel that has over taken both of our digestive systems?  During my last run to the facilities, I encountered something I never have before here in Nepal, and just when I think I have seen every oddity, every strange encounter, every exotic dress, reality comes and smacks me in the head and reminds me I have just seen the tip of the ice berg for strangeness here.

As usual, I digress. I left the bathroom praying I wouldn’t have to go in there again till morning, when shock of all shocks, somehow in the time I had been in there my “lobby” as they call it here, or entrance way as we call it in the west, was over taken with frogs. Was. Ha, there is no past tense, they are still there.  Tons of frogs. Little frogs, big frogs, high jumping frogs and skinny frogs. The rat of course, was not to be outdone by the frogs and made an appearance. We have seen traces of his existence, left huge amounts of poison in every corner of the house, but never actually seen him. That is, until tonight. I will not describe monster mouse as a rat- for a rat he is not. He is more like a Persian cat with a really long tail. Not a small Persian cat, not a kitty, but a full grown monster of a Persian cat with a bad temperament caused by age and the certainty that I am trying to kill him.

So, we have drawn the lines, this nasty rat and I. We both can see in each other a worthy nemesis, and neither one of us is going to leave the other without a fight. I have decided to do something I would not ordinarily do, I have decided to get a cat. Not that I am cat adverse, I actually like them. It is just that I feel bad getting any animal if I am away from home so frequently, as I am. But I am sure the cat will be on my side in this matter and take care of the rats, frogs and snakes that seem to enter my home on their whims, rather than my invitation.

Fast forward a few days….

I am reading what I wrote only days before and thankfully, feel so far removed. Today is my happy birthday, and I am sitting in a beautiful, clean hotel room in the resort town of Pokhara with an amazing view of Machhupachaare- or Fish Tail Mountain; called such because it suddenly jumps up from the rest of the Himalayas, coming to a perfect triangular point.

I have always been a birthday lunatic. A seriously self absorbed, make everyone celebrate for me, birthday fanatic. I don’t request attention on my birthday, I demand it. I know this sounds like a rather unlikeable trait, but once I make everyone around me aware of my birthday- I also make them participate in the fun of it. What is a birthday rather than a celebration of not having to face the alternative? And if for just a little while we remember this, rather than think of all the life sucking normal daily activities, then I consider my birthday a success. I can’t help but get a little squishy and sentimental here, but looking back and now looking out my window, I cannot believe what a good life I have had. I have done some truly amazing things, met remarkable people, traveled to places that many just read about. So thank you, my parents for having me, and thank you, my Ricky for letting me.

Today is not any ordinary day for Nepal, either. Today, the government will finally be formed. See, we have a different perspective in the West about what is and what is not government like behavior. Here, all bets are off. When we have elections in the United States, for example, the candidates do not try to kill the other one, or kidnap their relatives. Our candidates just spend lots of money on plane tickets and TV ads.  When a candidate has been elected, we have predetermined dates when they take office. That would be far too simple approach for the government of Nepal. Since the elections usually don’t happen on time, (this last one was postponed three times), there is no way to determine when and how who has won will actually ascertain their position by, oh, I don’t know, actually making government based decisions.

Even though I know I personally have nothing to do with it, I still think it is cool that this is the day the government decided to “form” and hold their first real meeting to make some (hopefully) forward moving decisions for this little nation. On the check list of things to be done for the nation from a publication called the Nepali Times:

·         Keep the peace process on track

·         Reassure the people of Nepal that a State still exists

·         Provide consumers with basic needs (petrol, cooking gas, rice)

·         Ensure food for the neediest, Nepal is now on the UN’s hunger hot spot list

·         Crack down hard on those blocking highways on whatever pretext.

·         Ensure Maoists return seized property, stop YCL hooliganism (the YCL is the Young Communist League, the youth section of the Maoists, and currently their out of control three year old.)

·         Reform the police to prevent more mutinies, warn them that they are being watched.

There are many more, but these are the main points that jump out at me and remind me so frequently that I am in the “Wild West”. Up until a few years ago I never thought societies like this really existed. There has been more of an anarchy here for the past two years than there has a functioning form of government. Sure, the whole place seems to fall apart at the seams at times, like when garbage is not picked up for weeks on end and is left roadside, blocking traffic and even cows from passing by, but the people here pick up the pieces when the government can or will not.

So, today is the celebration of the birth of a functioning government in my adopted nation and a celebration that I am here to witness it. Birthdays are so much better than the alternative.