As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.
This being my first blog post, it is a little introduction of who I am and where I am from.
I am a sophomore majoring in International Political Economy and my name is Keneuoe Mphutlane. It really sounds like “click click” to a lot of my friends at the C of I and I usually have to say it 5 times and change it just to make them feel better. I am from a small kingdom in the south of Africa called Lesotho and the youngest of 6 girls.
Now I can finally go on the self-indulgent spree that I have been looking forward to. Basically, this is about me doing an all encompassing spiel on my thought space. To bring brevity into the entire thing, I am just going to copy and paste a paragraph I wrote and use it to provide structure. There, high school English lit, I learned something after all.
As I write this, I am waiting for my flight from Guwahati to New Delhi. Due to a slight goof up, I will be in New Delhi for a day, and then finally shall reach Srinagar, on the hills surrounding the Kashmir Valley, where I shall spend the remainder of my break.
Today, our plans were scuppered for a meeting with the local Operation Smile volunteers, because it was too hot. Now, you might laugh at me for being a pansy, but it was really hot. So hot that the government declared a school holiday for the rest of the week, fearing for the safety of the kids. So instead, today was a free day in our schedule, which is already something that we are improvising.
So we decided that we would get a first person view of the entire process, without being chaperoned.
Yesterday consisted of us running around Guwahati, in the sweltering heat of high noon, going through a maze of side streets, and side side streets, purchasing supplies for the current mission and the center.