My bed, hard as a rock, but still somehow comfy
The sorta-dirty tantric art in my room
The view out of one of my windows, directly into someone else's house
The view out of my other window, at the streetSaturday, January 5, 2008
Kathmandu (for reals this time)
I have arrived. Even though it is like 8000 o'clock my time I am suddenly very very awake. It might be an obvious thing to state, but it is really different here. It's a full on 3rd world country. And it's so real. It's gonna take me some time to soak this in. The house is freaking gorgeous and appears made entirely of stone and marble, making it cold even though it's 30 degrees out. In their "winter". Didn't see the guy at the airport with my name at first and kind of freaked out, but he came and found me and gave me a 'welcome to nepal' necklace make of marigolds. Then a crazy taxi ride through the city. The roads are full of cars, motorbikes, bicycles, people, stray dogs, sacred cows, rickshaws and carts full of colourful stuff. There is nothing resembling lights or stop signs or straight roads, so it's kind of a free for all. They drive on the left here, but if you're blocked, give the right side a try! Luckily no one can get up to a speed that would do any real damage in all the confusion. Once when we were stopped a kid ran up to the window saying "ok, give me packet, I very hungry" about my welcome cookies, but I had been warned not to do this. Still felt bad though. Things not expected: The pollution, which makes your throat hurt, and which looked like a big brown cloud over the city when we flew in. Also, the lack of any embarassment about picking your nose. And I mean getting in there!
My bed, hard as a rock, but still somehow comfy
The sorta-dirty tantric art in my room
The view out of one of my windows,
directly into someone else's house
The view out of my other window, at the street
My bed, hard as a rock, but still somehow comfy The sorta-dirty tantric art in my room The view out of one of my windows, directly into someone else's house
The view out of my other window, at the street
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6 comments:
post a pic of the outside of the house...i want to see how pretty it is. How's the roommate?
Sounds like you're settling in fine - miss you lots already - Send pic's of house - can we Email you? Love Mom, Dad and Colleen
Soon I will. And yes, of course you can e-mail me, mom. Didn't you get my e-mail to you?
Awww! Welcome to South Asia Emily. You're making me miss it. Any traffic jams caused by livestock yet?
Yes indeedy-o, the cows block traffic everywhere. Also I'm told Nepali is similar to Urdu, so try this one on for size: Mero naam Emily ho. Mero ghar Canada ho. Oh, yeah, I'm practically fluent already.
Hey that IS really similar! Meri naam Sarah hé, meri ghar Canada hé. Except ghar technically means home... in the house sense... I don't know if that's a difference in the languages, or if it's a beginner level thing. Still... SWEET!
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