After a wild bus ride to Gokarna yesterday, I walked through the pine woods for about an hour to get to the monastery, which is peaceful and overlooks the Kathmandu Valley; unfortunately, they were in the midst ofa TIbetan Buddhism Intro course,so the place was filled with white people who looked strangely fleshy and undercooked. The library and bookstore were jammed with information and geegaws.
Got desperately lost on the way back as a result of my flawless Nepali and one traffic cop's stupidity; I ended up miles south of Kathmandu,but there are always busses and tuk-tuks and kind people. Besides, there are ALWAYS extraordinary visual surprises along the way, which is probably the reason I shall never get too far in life; the way there is always too full of privileged peeks into the se
crets that are pulsing all around us!
crets that are pulsing all around us!Do you know what happens when you eat four mangos in a day? Absolutely nothing, but the sheer pleasure of licking sticky residue from your chin remains. I buy them from the vendors, and because they peel smoothly and easily, I can almost eat the peeled ones as I would a slimy, over-juiced pear. OMG, this is sublime.
I leave tonight at 8:25 and have a 10 hour layover in Doha before I take another plane to JFK, arriving around 3 PM on the 5th. By the way, Happy Fourth of JULY! Kathmandu is celebrating with a "reggae day" in Thamel...
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