July 31 – Getting There, Part II

Dr. Bishnu and I spent the night in Silgadhi, the district headquarters of Doti (the district adjacent to Achham) with Dr. Prakash Thapa, alumnus of Bishnu’s medical college. Apparently, the two were extremely good friends back in school, so Prakash took amazing care of us and showed me photos of the two doctors (partying) during their college days. Sigadhi, perched on the mountaintops (“hilly region” by Nepali standards) has a much milder, pleasant climate than the pressure-cooker environment of Dangadhi. Anyways, we made arrangements with Prakash to meet again in Kathmandu the following week and continued on our 9-hour jeep ride into Sanfe Bagar.

Travel there was interesting, since we traversed some of the rockiest passes in the region. The road was winding and twisted, and was full of oozing mud and jolting potholes. We wound our way around the mountains, experiencing major climate change from cold evergreen forest to sweltering jungle (then back again). We passed dozens of tiny mud houses and thatched straw huts, watching as disheveled children hopped in and out of the thick mist.

Eventually, our jeep drivers (who insisted on blasting Hindi pop at deafening levels and spitting chewing tobacco out my window at regular intervals) announced that we were nearing the village. The road then promptly proceeded to end. We got stuck in some thick mud, and ended up having to walk the remaining half-hour into town.

The trek offered us an interesting view of the town, though. First, we passed through Haat Bazaar, a precarious assortment of small tin shacks in which many Bagarians ply their wares. Considered the poorer side of Sanfe, Haat is populated with younger people and seems to have a fair crime rate. The Haat side ended when we crossed an iron suspension bridge for which Sanfe is named. The bridge spans the Seti River, one of Nepal’s largest rivers, and is the result of an early American development project. The name Sanfe Bagar is actually somewhat of an inside joke among Achhamis, which I don’t understand but the locals find hilarious. Here’s my best attempt at explaining this:

Originally, the village was divided in two by the river, but the US project promised to link the two sides. Unfortunately, the project moved along rather slowly, and the Achhamis began to joke that it would never happen. As such, they named the village “Napnu Bagar,” which roughly means “where the river reaches its banks.” Due to the peculiar local dialect, the name soon became “Sapnu Bagar.” And since humans are lazy, the people eventually defaulted to a simpler pronunciation of the word, “Sanfe Bagar” (say it out loud, it’s easier to say). Think of it as a country drawl, only Nepali.

Anyways, crossing the bridge leads us to the Airport Bazaar side of town. This name comes from the fact that there was once a small landing strip laid on this side of the river. It hadn’t seen much use, though, and what remained of it had been destroyed in the Maoist rebellion. The airport side of Sanfe is believed to have older, more established community members, and the fact that the houses are a bit nicer reflects this claim. Our lodgings were at the SEBAC House, a nice guest house on this side of the river.

Once we settled ourselves in, we decided to call up Rajan Kumwar, a young local political leader and our chief ally in town. Rajan, who went to school in Kathmandu and speaks solid English, was one of the first people to help out the clinic efforts, and is currently overseeing renovations of our clinic. Unfortunately, Rajan wouldn’t pick up his phone. A brief questioning of the residents confirmed our fears—he had unexpectedly left for Nepalgunj, a 14-hour drive from Sanfe. Nevertheless, he plans on returning tomorrow, and we will hopefully see him then. The majority of our business in town involves communicating with him about the status of infrastructure.