Well, I know I haven’t been blogging for quite a few days so I’ll like to apologize for that. I’m not too sure when to begin with but I think I’ll just write whatever comes into my mind. Nepal, a sanctuary for Hindus and Buddhists, for those who is looking for peace of mind and adrenaline filled wanderers. I don’t label myself as a devoted Buddhist(by theory I am good enough but by practice it’s another case) but I’ll like to call myself an intern cum wanderer for the coming two months. I’m not too sure with my plans for the coming 2 months because apparently my supervisor here is worry that we will have hard time settling down here, which is absurd for me given I’ve experienced Ghana last summer. Nonetheless, I don’t come here alone. I am here with 2 course mates (another one was hospitalized for not sure what reason bailed out). I don’t know them before this, but they seems like pretty decent Hong Kong girls. Not the annoying type (I think, can’t be sure with just 4 days with them).
So here I am. With 4 days of Nepali diaries overdue, I think I’ll just briefly touch through.
Well, basically stayed at Thamel area, at the Trekker’s home. Not a huge fan of the stay as very often (most of the time) our water supply is yellowish in color. I basically showered in iron tasting water everyday. It didn’t give much problem to my skin but the taste of iron in your mouth is overwhelmingly annoying. Meanwhile, the drinking water mainly comes from the bottled water I bought from the supermarket around the junction nearby, with 15rs per litre. Not cheap and environmental friendly if I drink 2 litre per day, I just used 8 bottles for 4 days. Okay. I should stop ranting. I basically visited Swayambhunath(monkey temple), Kathmandu Durbar square, Gardens of Dreams and Boudhanath. Learnt some Nepali words, culture and watched Nepali dance at the Bhujan Griha, which is AWESOME. I love it. Okay I don’t think I’ll like to be another Lonely Planet. And I think I’m going to be very bad at it. So I guess I’ll just write down what I remember and what I think is significant.
I’ve met several lovely peoples including my boss and collegues- Bigen, Yusina, Rajesh, Avas and some random friendly Nepali people who really eager to help you when you got lost in the middle of nowhere. I really appreciate their sincerity in the sense that I haven’t really met anyone who isn’t eager to help.
Terrible. If you’re in Thamel area, even in hotel. I stayed at the Trekker’s home near the J.P. school, Thamel area. Although I love their customer service and their staffs are extremely friendly, their aircon is good and clean sheets, the water supply is bad. I mean, you can literary smell iron as the shower water pours on your skin. As if someone died and tainted the water with blood. Or someone just had some menses in the water. Just pure disgusting. For five days, I’ve showered myself with that kind of water. I rather not brush my teeth and wash my face with that. Survived on 2 bottles of one litre drinking water per day. I guess it is just the downside of saturating of people in Kathmandu, causing the water resource scarcity in the town.
14 June 2014, Friday.
Since yesterday, I am staying at Jorpati, at the house of my host family. It is not a conventional family, as under the roof there are 3 teenagers (18,17 and 13 years old) while none of them is the child of my host parents. Apparently their biological children are studying in Australia and US respectively. And the children staying with them are relatives’ children, whom they are living with them while receiving education nearby. I guess this is what they do when their parents are poor farmers and unable to support them, they let their relatives to take good care of them. I guess the time lost apart from their real family is sorta like a sacrifice for the sake of better future of their children.
Walking down the road of Jorpati reminds me of the good old days of Ghana last summer. It resembles a little bit like Ghana. Or maybe it just like any third world country, they are the same to certain extent.
Today was the second day I teach a bunch of women (from age 18 to 60+) some basic English. It wasn’t bad, but not good either, as I’m very lack of experience in teaching. And you don’t say about bunch of elderly ladies who can barely pronounce ‘V’ correctly, or even spell out all the alphabets. It is indeed a tall task. Teaching is never my thing. But I tried hard, pushed myself a little, tried spoke some Nepali and got some help from the teacher there for explanations. I can’t tell whether we did help them but I hope I did, at least a bit (“ali-ali”).
How do I feel today? How do I think of D today? I’m not too sure. But I think I’m feeling freer, more relax, laid back and not too much about him. I tried to keep track of him but even me myself having hard time to keep track of my own new life/journey here in Nepal. It’s so confused for me sometimes. Everything seems to move so fast I don’t remember a lot of things that happened a week ago or even yesterday. I think I should write whenever I can, and that’s the right thing to do. And god please spares me a better internet connection so I can upload my stuffs smoothly and do my research papers
14 June 2014, 5.07pm.
Woke up by my roomie, let’s call her M at 4 in the morning. Apparently the mosquitos woke her up and my another roomie couldn’t sleep due to the bites. Well of course the ordeal ends soon after we had our mosquito repellent on.
This morning I woke up like 8 something in the morning, by the noise of my host family members. I guess I can never sleep soundly and wake up naturally for the coming two months. Which is sad but well I am on my intern and staying at someone else home so I guess I cannot complain too much.
Went out to Patan soon after our breakfast at 10am. From Jorpati to Patan took us (4 persons, plus Mike, medical student from US who is staying under the same roof as us) about 30 minutes taxi ride. It costs about 600nrps per taxi one way, so when divided by 4 it wasn’t so bad. One thing about Patan is although it’s not as big as Kathmandu Durbar Square, the museum there is actually pretty impressive as the preservations are nicely done there, which is amazing and I totally love it. Although it’s hot and sunny as shit, and I sunbathed myself a bit and I normally don’t do that, that place is way better than Kathmandu Durbar Square as it is less crowded and sandy(nonetheless, the tour guides people are very annoying trying to offer you a ‘good’(actually horrible) price for a brief tour. However, we managed to get a good one for 300nrps 30minutes.
21 July 21, 2014, 9.16pm
At a café somewhere near Himalayan Guest House in Pokhara. It’s not that I want to be at this particular café at this hour alone. It just that the rain came so sudden, I have to take refuge here, ends up sipping a glass of hot lemon with honey. I think I have been very lazy, irresponsible and busy. I had been working really hard for my literature reviews and integrated essay outline for the last whole week. And the last post I have wrote is more than a month ago. This really proves that I was fucking busy with my work and essays. Now, all that left is my essay to my supervisor by 27/8 and I’ll be done before the next essay due.
To be honest, I love it here. It’s peaceful. And I can do almost anything that I want. Life is great. My mind is free. Free from thoughts and contaminations. I miss the clarity. I ran away from myself for a bit. I think I am taking a break from myself. I know I am my worst enemy. Overthinking is my specialty. But hey, I’m going back real soon and I’m slightly worried that I will go back to my old self. I guess I think too much again. I should see and let my future holds.
I think I behaved pretty bad and aggressive today. Plenty of bad thoughts I had. I just simply want to ‘slaughter’ people. I want to be left alone. I want some ‘me time’ and I chose to go away every night after dinner. I want to try to be alone. I want to go on some small adventure, meet and talk with strangers. I don’t think I mix with M and A very well. I always find myself loss of words or lost in translations in amidst of conversations using Cantonese. I guess I’m always shitty with language and incapable to talk fluently. Sometimes I just give up and give in, and it frustrates me a lot. Maybe, this is just a little test in my life. I guess.
Well, more to talk but I have to go grab some food for tomorrow’s breakfast. Going on a journey for 3 days, have to report to Namaste Children home by 6am. Not too sure what to expect but we’ll see.
29 July 2014, Monday
By random chance I met a shaman/ spiritual healer. I mean, today day I supposed to go to water rafting but things went out of plan and we missed the bus in the morning. Ended up spending the day with Hatha yoga, body scrubs, attended a spiritual talk by some culty Russian turned Brahmin monk, and talked to a random shaman guy. The oddity of life. I mean, sometimes its so funny to see how things turn out when things went out of plan. I met that guy at a small book shop around the corner. I don’t normally go into things like this but it really caught my attention when he start talking about my astrology sign is cancer and I have problem with my lower back recently. He caught my attention and we talked for a bit and he showed me his writing that he has been working for 15 years. He said he can see chakara and he see said I do have problems with sexual energy and he was very surprised that I was never in a relationship and things didn’t work out for me. Haha. Funny. At some point he tried to ask whether I tried or not but sorry I am a total virgin or whatsoever. Pathetic as it sounds like but yeah so what. Then we talked about life and happiness.
What is happiness? Life is a mystery and it has been interesting for me.
Later on we met another guy who preaches for Hare Krishna. Haha funny thing its almost like a cult, like a amish or Mormon group. And people around me were cheering and singing the mantra and dancing like no others business. Crazy as it seems.
31 July 2014, Thursday
Today is the final day here for me in Pokhara. Yesterday after a day long water rafting, although I was tired as shit, I insisted on going to the silkroad restaurant and bar nearby for the live music. And I was right! The music was terrific and its acoustic with lope. I never seen life music with lope and my life is complete with the songs I love and great mojito. Well one thing I met a 50-years old Italian guy who self-claimed tantra yogi with peculiar accent. And all he talked was tantric yoga, sex, freedom, love, crazy friend, crazy sex, desperate sex craving ladies, drugs, weeds, cherrymont and the word ‘crazy’. I was speechless because at some point he took out a valium his friend gave him and swear by he don’t take drugs and booze anymore because he is practicing yoga. Haha. Interesting.
7th August 2014 8.09pm HKT
Yeah. Here we go. Here now Im on the flight back to Kunming. Last week was slightly hectic but it was alright. Did some sightseeing in Bhaktapur,paid 40usd each (80 usd in total) went to see sunrise in Nagarkot and trekked back to Bhaktapur. And of course, had a couple of fancy meals in Thamel after living very frugally for almost one month plus. PLUS, I met an extremely handsome guy who attended the handmade paper shop in Thamel. It was pretty embarrassing when A told that guy we (M and me) think that he is very good looking. I never feel so weak in negotiating for a lower price. I guess everyone has their weak spot (in my defense his offered price is low enough.
Okay back to reality. I mean, I hate to go home. Seriously. I mean I’ve been feeling really at ease while I was in Nepal. It has been a wonderful journey for me. I have learnt a lot and very comfortable and coherent with myself. My mind hasn’t been in this comfortable state for quite some time. Leaving Nepal is difficult. It means that going back to the chaotic and messy life. But I think I shouldn’t be too critical about this. I guess I should try to accept the messiness in my life and accept that with peace and love. Merely thinking about it will just make it worst.
Yesterday we visited the Himiskhara office and Bijen’s home at Lazimpat, 45 minutes walk from Thamel. Bijen’s home was lovely and his son was so adorbs and they have a lovely family. BTW, he and his wife met at a temple. After they talked for 15-30 minutes or so they got married. I don’t really believe in marriage but I believe in love. Love as an attitude and as an art. It will be tricky but I hope I can meet someone too, in the near future who is capable of love.
Today morning we walked to Ratna Bus Park, 30 minutes walk from Khangsar guest house and took a 45 minutes bus ride to Jorpati to pay a final visit to Asha and family. It was sad. We helped to cook brunch for one last time, made roti and exchanged some recent changes. Asha’s health seems to get worst recently that she couldn’t use her arm too much and had some hard time preparing meals and cutting vegetables. She did pay a visit to the doctor and if situation get worst she needs to see specialist. She is like a mother figure to me. I am slightly worried and I will pray for her. She is one of those wonderful women that I really admire.
On the other hand, she did mention about the Shanti Alternative women school. I heard the progress wasn’t so well after we left the school as they couldn’t afford to hire teachers to teach English although it only costs 2,000 rupees per teacher(2 hours per day 6 days a week). Due to that, Savina might be losing her job very soon. But it doesn’t matter. Asha has been engaging with an NGO, hoping them to send more foreign people to help them (with pairing of a local teacher and a volunteer) teach English classes (basic and advanced class).I felt slightly disappointed when I heard Asha said the attendance dropped dramatically after we left (basic-less than 8, advanced-~14 which is a typical number J). And some of them said they miss us too. Nonetheless, I hope the school can get better.
Overall, my journey here has been great if its not awesome enough. Meeting new people and talking to new people all the time is fun. A new friend I met from Columbia, Julieta , she is one of those which is funny and interesting. Friends made but memories last forever. I don’t really like the idea of keeping in touch through internet or Facebook as the more I do it I find myself losing grasp of the memories, warmness and closeness we once had. I guess it is not my style of communication. It merely works as a way to keep tracks of my friends’ whereabouts and nothing more. Because I believe, face-to-face connections are always the best and true and authentic. I guess.
So, I guess this is the end. Period.