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Hari's and Reuben's Nepal Story #1

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This first story is what inspired us to change our tactics and send donations directly to Hari to help the people in outer areas where large aid organisations were not getting to.  Enjoy this story, it is truly inspiring and a remarkable effort in very trying conditions!

Subject: Re: URGENT
Reuben Harcourt > Nepal quake relief !!!!! PLEASE
help
Yesterday we distributed 4.5 tonnes of emergency
supplies to the hardest hit region in Nepal.
Sindhupalchok region lost over 4000 people in the
quake, around half the total death count for the
entire country, and is home to the pahari ethnic
community. They are very poor people and are one
of the lowest in Nepal's caste system, considered
"untouchable". many areas of Sindhupalchok
including thokarpa where we supplied have received
NO aid whatsoever in these last 2 weeks. I don't
know how I can even begin to describe the
destruction and grief I was briefly a part of. Im
not going to dishonour it by summarising it into a
little caption for facebook so I'm posting the
entire thing in detail below
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Spoke with the local representative of the pahari
community in Sindhupalchok who lives in badikhel
and agreed to send the food relief to Thokarpa, a
pahari area of Sindhupalchok. The pahari are a
caste in Nepal that are discriminated against and
marginalised. They work hand to mouth so they
have no supplies stored or savings. Now that their
houses are gone they still must work in the fields 7
days a week to feed themselves . This leaves them
no time or energy to start putting their lives back
together. Even the thokarpa area of sindhupalchok
has division amongst the people so that some are
considered "untouchable", and essentially work as
slaves. The Sindhupalchok area has had over 4000
deaths so far from the quake with more still
missing... This is half the death toll of the entire
country... The small village of thokarpa lost 50+
family and friends. Almost every single home is in
ruins and has to date received NO emergency aid.
10 or so young men from the pahari community
were in Kathmandu overnight visiting injured
friends and family in the public hospital and joined
us. They were honoured to serve their devastated
community. We met with them at the supplier in
Hattiban around 8am. We couldn't source any tents
that were high enough quality to last long term so
instead agreed to stack on 40 more sacks of rice.
Making our load 4.2tonnes rice, 200kg salt, 30kg
soya balls, 200 soaps, 50kg sugar and 120L oil.
The young men, pahari community leaders, Hari,
Mahesh and I loaded the truck with over 4.5 tonnes
of food and set off with everyone piled onto the
back sitting on the sacks for the journey to
thokarpa. After around 4 or so hours we turned
off the road to begin the ascent up into the
mountains to Sindhupalchok area. We passed
through devastated village after village where
most buildings were nothing but a pile of rubble
and the road the whole way was riddled with huge
cracks and fissures that the quake had opened up.
The dirt road up the mountain was barely wide
enough for a car and sometimes climbed at up to
60 degree angles . The road itself was made of
nothing but red clay or mud or sand in many places
and we stalled our truck the first time on one of
these rises. It was too steep and the truck kept no
traction on the shitty road so we all got out and
used the old "everyone push and jam a rock behind
the wheel to make meter by meter progress"
trick. The truck belched thick black diesel fumes as
it lurched slowly and painfully up the hill. When we
started losing ground we tied a rope to the front
and took turns having 7 or 8 men heave it up the
hill as the truck revved and got back to our meter
by meter progress. By the time the truck finally
made enough distance to engage a gear and got on
a roll again everyone cheered and the truck took
off and couldn't stop or we'd have to start the
whole process again. This steep part went for a
kilometre or so winding up and up so we all slowly
trudged exhausted up the hill after the truck. We
piled back on and then around 1 kilometre later
this happened again. We repeated the
excruciatingly slow process and down the road this
happened another 2 times. At one point a village
had erected a shelter made from bamboo and
corrugated iron that the truck couldn't pass. The
villagers were all so moved to see help finally
coming their way that men rushed to deconstruct
the shelter in front of is. They destroyed it in a
matter of minutes and we ambled on. The next
steep incline was too much. even with the help of
everyone pushing or pulling or even at one stage
unloading a fair amount of the rice from the back
and carrying it on our backs up the hill, we still
couldn't get the truck up. It started to rain and
the truck was slipping further and further back
every attempt and we were losing ground. The road
was extremely dangerous when wet as there is a
sheer cliff face to one side and we are in an
enormous truck on a dirt path with no traction
sliding towards the edge. We sheltered from the
rain under a nearby family's little makeshift
shelter and decided to cut our losses and unload
the food there. The villagers would have to carry it
on their backs later.
The young men from the higher up area of
thokarpa that we couldn't reach that had been with
us the whole way (we've been around 7 hours on the
road and pushing or pulling the truck up hills by
this time) were in awe and overwhlemingly happy
when we split the load of food 50/50 between them
and the other areas. They are called untouchable
pahari and are continually dominated by the higher
castes and were expecting maybe 40 sacks at most.
We unloaded half the goods and payed a small jeep
to take the other half of the goods in multiple
trips up to the higher area with the boys.
The drive back down the mountain was damn slow
and probably the most dangerous thing I've ever
been involved in. It was bucketing down with rain
and the road had turned into a slippery puddle of
mud. We drove slower than walking pace for safety
with a cliff-face inches to our left and constantly
lost traction. When the wheels slip and we start
gaining speed down a slope I can't describe the
fucking terror that gripped me. We got stuck a
few times and had to get out into the mud and
rain to reduce the weight and help push. At one
point we couldn't make it up a steep rise and the
wheels were digging themselves deeper and deeper
into the mud. We filled the back of the truck with
big rocks from nearby and all climbed into the
back. The truck is RWD and needed to keep its
back end down. About 3 or 4 hours later we made
it out of the dirt track soaked and exhausted. We
payed the driver and he left as this area was his
home. So the 7 of us left had no way to
kathmandu...
We flagged down a truck and one of the nepali
guys climbed in to hitch a ride. The other 6 of us
went 3 grown men per little motorbike cuddling
against the rain and made the slow trip home. We
were closer to China than to kathmandu... The
border with China is about 40km from
Sindhupalchok and kathmandu about 70km. Took us
3 freezing cold drenched uncomfortable hours to
get back to find haris bike had been locked in
hattiban... We were too tired to care and the men
thankfully gave us a lift to badikhel. It was
midnight by the time we got back. Most physically
and emotionally draining day of my life. We are
looking to make a relationship with the area in
Sindhupalchok so that we can continue to support
them and neighbouring villages through the crisis
as best we can. Their heartfelt thank yous and ear
to ear smiles that I received are meant for
everyone here that has been a part of the most
inspiring ragtag grassroots disaster response group
that's ever sprung up out of nowhere. thank
you — with Hari Bhusal.