Today I took a stroll to the bus park, and got on an incredibly small, jam-packed local ‘bus’ to Boudhanath. My trusty Lonely Planet doesn’t make a big deal of it, but actually it’s pretty remarkable. I might chill here until sunset, that being my favourite time to take photos and all that.
In other news, it has come to my attention that I can’t afford to become acquainted with every café here in Kathmandu. Shame.
It’s a beautiful day here. A pleasant 35 degrees, compared to the ridiculous heat in the Terai last week. The weather is so different from when I first arrived here in Nepal. It makes me happy that I’ve been here long enough to see the seasons change.
[Boudhanath, World heritage Site]
Last week we visited a Tibetan Monastery (picture to follow when I get them processed… I only took one before my damn film ran out – I will never learn.). It was such a magical experience, yet I’m not really sure I can explain why. The monks were all orphans, or unwanted children, and it was situated high up in the top of the valley, with the most wonderful view of Pokhara and the Himalaya.
Once we got there, someone was playing a huge gong to signal prayer, the monks filed into the temple and begun chanting. Every one of them looked beautiful – wearing their maroon and orange clothing with their shaved heads (making me want to shave my head again, sorry in advance if I come home with substantially less hair… If I come home at all…).
I found their lifestyle remarkable. They lived, studied, ate and prayed within the monastery. Buddhism is a fascinating way of life.
Tomorrow is my birthday. We’re headed to the World Peace Pagoda to celebrate, and I’m getting my nose re-pierced, finally!
+ Kate Rusby’s ‘Drowned Lovers’. Beautifully sad. And her accent reminds me of home.