Saturday, August 15, 2009

i am having a terrible time deciding
which of my stuff to keep and which to give away.

i keep looking at these clothes that i will probably
never wear again and a small voice keeps going
'but- i might want to wear that someday
when the sun finally comes out in belfast!'

did my last sightseeing thing today at Bhaktapur,
this ancient city where people still live in
houses built hundreds of years ago
(it's a UNESCO heritage site)
and it was really like stepping into a different world,
cause saturday is their washing day (as in clothes AND body)
so everyone was out doing things the old fashioned way
in their really old beautiful houses,
it really felt like i stepped back in time!

the only terrible thing was that on the way back
it started raining crazily and the road back home
is basically a two-way mud path,
it was like driving in a mud pit!
(not that i know how that actually feels like)

almost got knocked over by a bus,
and i had a terribly awkward conversation
with this slimy Nepali guy- they are awfully staightforward!

that's one thing i won't be missing
(the men here striking up a conversation-
i get too distrustful and give monosyllabic answers)

plus the stares ):
i really hate the stares.

when i wear my normal western clothes
and get on a bus- everyone turns around and
proceeds to spend their whole journey looking
at me- and not with a nice expression,
i feel like the monkey at the zoo all the time.

and the worst thing is when i finally get to
blend in wearing my kurtasuruwal and
i have to open my mouth to talk to the bus conductor-
then my disguise shatters and the stares are worse than ever!

my last Sunday tomorrow!


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