For the past few weeks I have been host to some wandering hobos and musicians. It’s nice to be able to show people around the city, it can be fairly intimidating and confusing when one first arrives.
It’s my own fault. I had a feeling the other day and instead of squashing it I let it fester.
Dashain is the festival of abandoning Kathmandu to visit family back home. Wherever home is, this basically meant that I was walking around in a place that looked like a zombie movie.
So the locals take it upon themselves to put garland, not unlike a lei, over the heads of animals who have absolutely no interest in this festival or awareness of what’s going on. The end result of course is rather entertaining to imagine.
The soon to be internationally famous recipe for Sasto Alu. Easily the most entertaining thing one can do with a potato in mixed company.
Ordinarily my posts are fairly short as I generally spend a few hours following monkeys, attending some event, or throwing paint at children before I become dangerously low on caffeine. There is nothing more depraved and unpredictable than a Tim in the midst of caffeine withdrawal.
I awoke to the sound of children laughing outside, soon I would begin to dread that sound, the menace it contained and the deluge it foreheld.
As if that is not the most confusing title in the world. Allow me to explain some of the terms before I start rambling… Maha Shivaratri is essentially Shiva’s birthday, which translates to a few hundred thousand people milling about in a haze of hash smoke to the incessant beat of drums and instruments as…
I woke up the following morning to discover a massive hole in my tooth where the temporary cap should have been, now this hole in my tooth led directly up the nerves into my jaw and presumably to my brain, so I was a touch nervous about it.
What normal people take as warning signs I view as ambiance… He proceeded to stick me with a harpoon sized needle attached to an oil drum…
I will admit the title is a little dirtier sounding than it needs to be, however I literally almost slapped a friggan baby monkey in the face when visiting Swayambhunath AKA The Monkey Temple.
Many readers have asked me things like why in the hell would I go to Kathmandu, with comments about it being a third world city full of packs of wild dogs and all sorts of livestock wandering the streets, it smells of garbage and urine, the power only works twelve hours a day in two…