It was Saturday 8th October 2072 ( in Nepali years) and we made it to the half way mark of our trip. We were travelling further south towards the Indian boarder to Chitwan National Park but we had one last village to visit.
We were in the Chitin district in a village called Rautahat; the village which is well known for a high snake population ( using the squat toilet was an anxious moment). The local Pastor invited us into his home for lunch. His house was nothing more than a dark room with 2 double beds; one for the children and one for the parents and a large dinner table set with chairs. We sat down to yet another plate of boiled rice, chicken with all the bones and lentils - I was reaching my limit. I had absolutely no appetite that day and bones in meat turns my stomach but in Nepal, it's considered rude to leave any food on your plate; so I was rude.
After, I tried to make a dent in my lunch we left the village and set off to Chitwan National Park, further south. I think it took about 4/5 hours to drive down , winding through the mountains and jungles. We arrived at the hotel which was called " Sweet Home" and it was a strong upgrade from the Hotel Gautam from previous nights - fluffy pillows, hot showers, deep mattresses, decent food.
We had an amazing dal bhat that night in the hotel before going to the "Tharu Culture show".The culture show consisted of different dances that the Tharu Tribe perform. The Tharu people are an ethnic indigenous to the Terai, the southern foothills of the Himalayas in Nepal and India. They perfromed various dances from their culture ; clapping dance, stick dance, Thekara Dance, Dafu dance, Peacock dance, Jhumra dance, Single stick dance, fire dance and the Jhilli dance. At the end, they encouraged the crowd to take part in a dance on stage and of course my dad jumped at the chance; he was in his element.