Nepal and its October

Firstly, apologies for slack in communications. Nepal is in its own world, Dasain festival is on and for two weeks the world is completely shut down.

So much where to start? I’ve since played soccer for Kilroys (a restaurant in thamel), scored a goal, did a cartwheel, met and spent time with a lovely German woman, ridden crazy like on the tops of buses, motorbikes, walked the Langtang, climbed 4300m, sampled chang and raksi, hung with yaks, mountain ponies, met characters, played on huge festival swings, received blessings and tikka, usurped old ideas, planted new ideas, watched mustard seeds flower into carpets of yellow, watched clouds shrink to humble gauzes, seen mountains grow bold in the air growing more cold each day. I’ll start in response to my uttereddialogue regarding conflict of reality and preconceived ideas.  From my diary (25th) I wrote:

The clouds shifted constantly, creating a peep show where scarfs of white slipped to momentaril reveal snow caps. Like watching a woman drop her veils – the dance of Salomne? Clouds would part to reveal clouds of a different company so that soon, Courtney and I were watching veils reveal eachother and had near forgotten the mountains we were always seeking. Our vision straight ahead was consistan and it was beautiful. Ranges of mountains clipping the valley into an embrace. Directly behind the hoizon lay Tibet:

unveiled the summit

and beheld two moments of fierce beauty;

that of the lord mountain and his court,

and the birdie heart within my breast!

(take that wordsworth)

Basically, I’ve abandonned this worry I had of pure ideas verses actuality. I’ve unlearnt my heady ways and put down brown toes to the soil of the day.

The Langtang walk was beautiful. I’ll not talk about it much, I’ve photos and breath aplenty in these lungs, thats how I intend to share word of my footfalls there.

Nepal has taught a fine lesson in time, its rather short and the world vast. I’ve little patience typing away here whilse Thamel churns outside. I’ve little time left in Nepal. Twenty days of teaching, then a few weeks of my own travel. I’m hoping to get into the rivers, another trek and then perhaps more volunteer work in an orphanage.

With much love to everyone I execute my writings here.

Adieu!

Upper: local school kids. Lower: group including Sarina

Inside with Pratima (30 sec exposure)

Langtand .. yaks!

Langtang

Langtang - Kanjin Ri

Kanjin summit (Langtang)

 

Soccer with Kilroy's

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