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Jane Wilson-Howarth Biography

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“I recognised just how different Alexander was from children raised in Britain. The most obvious distinctions were his maturity and broadness of view. He hadn't lost his innocence or childish ability to play, but he enjoyed conversations with adults, and he saw no problem in playing with any child of any age. He was wonderfully gentle with the little ones. He was never fazed by differences, and cultural diversity was of interest rather than a reason for prejudice, though, - like our Nepali friends - he liked to classify people.”

“Most moderately active children – as long as they have full stomachs – cope well with exotic experiences, but parents should get fit for their trip. Young children will expect their parents to be All Powerful so they would be wise to prepare properly and arrive with toned quads or they might not keep up on the slopes.”

“The Himalayas were visible at last. What I could see now was a great wall of ice, snow and rock stretching to the horizon in two directions. Something like a cloud was powering off one of the steepest slopes at incredible speed – an avalanche. The sky was turning pink. The highest snowy slopes were rosy and the sun picked out sharp angles in the mountains.”

“There’s a rumble in your tum, That makes you feel glum, Diarrhea, Diarrhea. There’s a feeling in your rear, That fills you with fear, Diarrhea, Diarrhea. Then it comes out of your bum, Like a bullet from a gun, Diarrhea, Diarrhea. Discovered and remastered by Max Tew and Seb Howarth”

“Condoms and fandangle size: penile sizes vary: Southeast Asian condoms, for example, may be rather small, while African ones are large. The shape of penises is also very diverse, so not all condoms fit all comers”

“a dementia sufferer effuses delight and notices very different things when taken out in her wheelchair. Such people can teach us to see again the little things that make a big difference. They can show us how to enjoy familiar environments with fresh new eyes.”

“A small, light object landed on my head. I looked around. Another small something hit me. I looked up. After a third thing hit me, I untangled a couple of deer droppings from my hair. It was spotted deer poop. I must be one of the only kids on the planet to recognise the sultana-like pellets of hares and deer and the boulders left by elephant and rhino. I heard a cackle behind me and turned to receive a handful of deer pellets full in the face.”

“When we reached the prayer flags and a pile of rocks that marked the highest point on the pass, the view was brilliant. There was hardly a cloud in the sky. To the south we could see rolling foothills: the gentle ups and downs that we’d walked through. Some of the hillsides were red or purple with rhododendron blossoms. To the west and east there was a muddle of ridges and spurs. To the north, there were several mighty snow-capped himals. The real Himalayan giants were mostly east of where we stood. We were a very long way from anywhere. We were a very long way from help.”

“People filed off the battered old bus. We started to push. The engine soon spluttered to life and the bus stuttered slowly forward. We were all showered in red dust, but we were laughing and cheering, with the driver horn-honking in celebration. I had even more grit between my teeth, and sand up my nose. Then there was a terrific explosion. A pall of black stuff enveloped us, adding soot to our faces. The bus juddered to a halt – again.”

“The Chinese say that there is no scenery in your home town. They’re right. Being in another place heightens the senses, allows you to see more, enjoy more, take delight in small things; it makes life richer. You feel more alive, less cocooned.”