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That’s what the people of Nepal are paying for their Petrol (what us Americans call “Gas”). I arrived in Khatmandu on November 2, 2015 after two weeks in India building a chicken coop in the Odisha state. The taxi cabs were outside waiting for customers to drive to their destinations. Kara, Katherine, Barb and myself had heard stories and rumors about the 2015 fuel crisis in Nepal but had yet to see its impact. We were there to meet up with the Karmaflights team that was partnering with Orphans to Ambassadors in building a solar powered computer lab for a school in a small village called “ Arnakot “. Just a few weeks before us a few of the Karmaflights team had left for Khatmandu and found themselves stranded in China as their flights were canceled. Canceled because, while the planes had the fuel to get to Khatmandu Nepal, they did not have enough to get out and fueling up while in Nepal was not an option. While in India just before we arrived in Khatmandu...

Upon arriving at the site where we were to begin building a chicken coop that Orphans to Ambassadors donated to Rural Life Development Society in Biswanathpur, Odisha India we were greeted by the local men and women. The local village women were dressed on traditional sarees that were brightly colored with floral patterns and traditional Indian designs. The men were dressed in jeans and nice collared shirts. The men handed us flowers they had picked from the surrounding plants and the women placed flower lays they had made. They then began yelling a high pitched holar that was broken up with their tongue moving back and forth making a sort of tribal call. Samuel, the head of RLDS and the one hosting us, said that they are “receiving” myself and the 3 women I am traveling with (Katherine, Kara and Barb). We were then led to a shelter the locals had built out of large sticks as supports and smaller sticks interwoven with palm and tree branches covered with a blue tarp. They ha...

Upon our arrival in Biswanathpur, Odisha India we were greeted by 5 beautiful Indian women. Two were dressed in jeans and a nice top and the other three in traditional Indian Sarees. They each took my right hand in theirs and with one light raise they “shook” my hand, bowed their head slightly and said “hello”. I was so exhausted from the long drive that I couldn’t wait to see the place I would be sleeping and crash. They were very welcoming and the outspoken one in jeans could speak fairly good english. They walked us up to towards the house and said “Welcome to our home.” Then pointed to the house and said “This is where you will be staying.” They slipped off their flip flops quickly and walked up the short steps to the interior of the home. I bent down to take off my hiking boots that I had been traveling the past 2 days in, but they all chimed in with “no no no mam”. So I walked up inside with my dirty stinky boots o...