Rainy rainy monsoon. Thursday turned into a wonderfully productive day despite the public transportation strike. There were no cabs running in the city today be cause they were on strike. At first this was a major problem for our production schedule, but Rabi came to the rescue once again! He called up a friend who had access to a van and we hired him for the day. The streets were quieter and much less crowded with less vehicles on the road.
We went to Miss Hawley’s in the morning to film her meeting with a trekking guide from Banff to whom she assigned people to contact to gather information about upcoming climbs for the fall (the busiest season of the year). She is grateful for the help, I think, but also careful to only give him names of people he is already acquainted with. It’s hard to trust climbers too much because they lose some brain cells due to some much time spent at high elevations with thin air.
We also interviewed her driver in front of the Bug. I think he’s my favorite person, he was nice enough to remove his awesome camo hat for the interview. The two hour meeting I filmed handheld on the panasonic, so my arms and shoulders were spent after that. Ibuprofen time!
Later we went north of the valley into the foothills to meet Lisa, a good friend of Miss Hawley’s who took over the role as New Zealand consulate just last year. She is English and married to a Tibetan. They have a beautiful yellow house overlooking the city. She said they built it in the mid 90’s using traditional style and materials. This level of wealth is a little foreign even to me. She introduced us to her son, he is home finishing his dissertation on environmentally policy for a couple weeks before returning to Oxford. Us girls all swooned over his British accent and glowing white teeth as he bid us good luck and said he was off to find a cup of tea. Lisa spoke so highly of Miss Hawley and gave us great insight into her character as a woman who finds her zest for life in the discovery and recording of facts. An independent woman who never found a need for marriage in her life, who was content to meet and get to know whomever she found most interesting.
Lisa also told us the story about when Hillary Clinton visited Nepal and Lisa arranged for her to meet Sir Edmund Hillary on the tarmac of the airport, the only place their busy schedules allowed them to meet up. Clinton proudly told Ed that her mother told her she was named after him. Everyone else in proximity worked it out in their heads and realized that she was born a few years before he ever summited Everest. Apparently she never did the math, and certainly no one planned point out the impossibility of this fact to her.