Bad volunteers

9th of October

I left my home in the search of people in need of my expertise, possibly my culture, maybe my muscles or just a piece of extra fat to keep a door open, and then went to Nepal. Volunteering was a glorious way for me to help out in a part of the world who needed me more then my own country did, to give something back to the world and, if there was any time to spare, learn some things about myself. Not that I was entirely wrong, but it haven't quite worked out this way.

Today I went paragliding. In this paragraph you can between the lines of text read "the holiday from volunteering continues". A fun experience, to sum up the day. Maybe a little bit overpriced, but in all worth it.

My overall feeling of volunteering in Nepal would I say is quite similar to the feeling of a Piñata during a Mexican fiesta. Even thou we volunteers look weird and colorful but still nice, they still want to smack us open and take our candy. Candy is in this case a metaphor for money. This most of course be done in a mannered way which mean gathering as many of your friends to share this spectacular creation and hang it up in a rope, while playing music and showing off their culture in all ways possible. The problem is to actually get the candy from the Piñata, since you really can't see it. Previously was this no problem, it was just to keep swinging in the air until hitting something, but nowadays the Piñatas got internet and cellphones to contact other Piñatas and learn what is about to happen, that they are about to lose all their candy.

I feel a bit bad about moving from the monastery, and even worse for taking a holiday during my volunteering. I feel like an awful volunteer and that feeling sticks for a while, maybe five or six seconds. That's when I remember all the small things the volunteering coordinators do to make extra money from us. The big house some of them lives in and the constant question "Where is the money going?". I really don't feel needed, it's just a conning business to make money of rich youngsters who just found out about karma. I even heard one of them complaining about having to make up some place for the volunteers to work, like our free work more or less was made up.

Still, I feel like it's time to get back to my made up work and head for my placement. I can always take a new holiday when the lack of work gets to overbearing.