Nepal Day 11.9 - Claire, the Miracle Worker

After we finished up with dinner and chatting with the Dura family and all the other villagers that happened to stop by, we headed to our room where we had one of the young men that had been talking to us follow us around, even watching us floss our teeth, which he was fascinated with. Sadly, he'd never seen floss. Well, after we finally convinced him that we wanted to go to bed, I revealed to Claire that I was in a bind... or maybe more of a hole. I had somehow ripped my pants just below the zipper. Not really a place I want to walk around with a hole in for everyone to see. So, my only alternative was to wear my pajama pants (old, really worn out scrubs) for the next day to hike to Turlung, work on the school, and then back to Duradanda. Well, Claire somehow materialized a needle out of her backpack of all places, took some of the thick fiber threads from her backpack, and proceeded to sew my pants back together! The next day I was super self conscious that they would rip again, but they held out till we made it back to the rest of our gear in Duradanda. Claire totally saved my life.