Right, back to business. Spent last two days walking near the Himalaya range, ah and today's sunrise was very nice indeed.. 5.30 Wake up call, yeeha!
Remember my mail from yeterday? As i returned to the hotel and climbed the rooftop to watch the the sun set, there they were, the Himalayas, bleeding big mountains, mate. Quite awe inspiring, really.
The group's a bit slow and my scouting legs frequently carried me off to quieter paths today, so as not to have the constant drone of my very friendly, but oh so talkative Dutchies envelloping all around (and coming from me, i think that says quite enough :) Great fun day dreaming of just wandering round all by myself in this mighty landscape..
Back to my Bhaktapury night time adventure as promised, right? Well, having wandered the streets all day long and only getting back to drop off the food & drinks i'd bought as sun set, i headed back out a bit late. 21.30, that is. Mind you almost all shops, bars and restaurants are kindly reminded by the police/maoist army (who now run the show round here, friendly lot, really - met a number of 'em i/t middle of their training yesterday morning as we were visiting yet another temple ;=) to close up. So off i went back to my favourite square. Still managed to get myself a beer, Gorkha, very nice and new, from the local Tuborg brewery.. Anyway, up walks this guy we chat a bit, he asks me if i'd seen th pick up window round the corner. Must be some local legend me thinkst. Turns out he was talking bout the peacock windows (lovely, actually quite stunning woodwork, pictures will follow) and as luck has it he owns a store right down the street. So he starts showing me his 'all natural loom' clothing, kindly asks me to try some things on.. And no, he doesn't wanna sell me stuff, just have a look.. Anyway prices are now a third of what he'd ask at the day time. So, we chat bout this and that he sings Eight Days A Week by The Beatles, the favourite song of his favourite band.. I decide to buy one item as a gift for my sis, he then gives me a pair of trousers he thinks i should have for free. And well.. I, of course, feel obliged to buy him a couple of beers.. Yeah, money isn't everythying, you know.. So we chat some more, take in the sights of the square and up walks one of his best friends, quite saused, and obsessed with some ghost story.. Found out today that our guide also knows a ghost story occuring to his uncle. The Nepali, you just gotta love 'em..
Signing off for now, please keep me updated bout the latest developments in your lives, Belgian politics, the weather, if the cats stoppd eating, and so on..
Loadsa luv,
-hx.
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