When I looked out the plane window, I couldn't tell if we were flying over water or sand, and once I realized it was nothing but gray-brown sand as far as the eye could see, the Iranian-Guatamalan journalist sitting next to me shouted "A Hardees!" Sure enough, there was one, but the airport and surrounding area is blah,flat and monocromatic. Inside, h0wever, we've got men in long white robes, strutting around with what look like dish towels folded or rolled in fancy ways on their heads. I know these are official guys, but really from up close, they DO look as though they have dishtowels on their heads; I could take them more seriously if the head gear weren't checked red and white...
I made a friend on the plane who goes to Fordham and is from Nepal, and he promises me there are NO Starbucks in Kathmandu.
I have 6 more hours here, and it is 7:30 PM; we arrive in Kathmandu at 8:30 tomorrow morning. I cannot figure out if I should eat dinner, lunch or breakfast. Would that life were always this complex!
I'm safe, and it IS an adventure. Imagine living with nothing but sand everywhere! Think of the sheets at night... or not.
Perhaps you might try the dishtowel wrap once you're home - give it a try!!
ReplyDeleteShadow -wise - I suppose I should call your house first rather than just knock on the door, yes? xxxxxxxxxxx
No, go visit! You all know where the key is, and Shadow always loves a pat. The head dress style gets much more exotic, with floating, pristinely ironed white wings, floating down below shoulder level such that the prancing wearer was swish back the folds as if they were tresses...
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