an unexpected journey🌏

ENGLISH THING

Nepal: Kathmandu – Pokhara (~200 km and ~5 hours bus)
i spent an awfful lot of time playing songs at the indian embassy, comcerning my lot 49, seeing if i’d run out of songs before my number was up. i quit after three hours, then it was my turn. just to hear that i’d have to apply later, because transit visas were only valid for 15 days. so it goes.
afterwards i was REALLY eager to move. and everytime when i am eager to whatever, I end up in funny places. like this squat hotel (well i think the family squatted it), where I have a bizarre little room with hobbit-sized doors and a marrakesh feel to it all.
i don’t even start on the 5 hours bus race from kathmandu to pokhara.
namasté

ENGLISH THING

Nepal: Kathmandu
Today is a sad day. I have become victim of an oh so cruel and merciless attack on my dignity, common sense and my very manhood. I have been backstabbed by a ruthless son-of-a-bush called Shopping spree. He was disguised as a vipassana retreat and said he needed some clothes. it would have done with my jeans and the two dirty t-shirts i’ve been wearing for the last couple of weeks. come on, it’s not as if you were working, sitting around on your bum doing nothing.
So, when the world has come to an end, there is one last question that trobles the mind of man: “How on earth am I supposed to fit all this stuff into my shoulder bag?”

ENGLISH THING

Nepal: Kathmandu
today I did something that opened up the world of women a bit more to me.
I did shopping. But not only this hesitating-oh-I-might-just-take-this-one-shirt thing, NO, a spree. a shopping spree.
AND. I even have an excuse… I needed clothes for a vipassana retreat. brilliant. and here around I pass as something like a giant, only fitting into XXL. all right. amd the best part. you want to know how much it cost?
I am afraid you’ll have to read the next post.
all the love to you ladies. I shall never say one crooked word against your next fashion spree.

…und trotzdem… wenn man genauer hinsieht… zwischen dem tutut jedes (und ich meine wirklich JEDES) vorbeifahrenden fahrzeuges (ja, auch velos. einfach, dass es dort ringring macht) ist etwas, dass von der majestät der berge spricht. es ist etwas da, das einem nichts zu verkaufen versucht. und dann, wie so oft, im buddha garden ( mein hotel, das mir, nachdem ich explizit nicht 20$ pro nacht, sondern 10$ zahlen wollte, ein zimmer gab, das normal 20$ kosten würde), wenn der lärm dumpfer wird, entspannt er sich. beginnt wieder, anzukommen – und endlich wieder einmal – zu reisen.

NAMASTÉ.

ENGLISH THING

Nepal: Kathmandu
well, the travelling is difficult to explain. arriving somewhere new, a keen adventurer sets forth exploring new things, immerging into a new culture, sucking up, sucking up, sucking up… well, i don’t know, until he pops?
and the other type retrears, tries to find home, is constantly looking for mama’s bosom to hide.
so, kathmandu made me realize, once again, that i am all adventurer, after a long stretch of the mama bit.
so here i am, on the road again. keen, longing, ready. until the next time when the bosom calls. (I do like bosoms, i have to admit.)
i got picked up at the airport, had a car ride in a car that is way off my modern means of explanation, along roads way off my means of describing, with no street lights, because the city cuts the power in parts of the city according to a set schedule, with no car lights and that has nothing to do with the power cut, passing numerous outpostswith armed soldiers, driving through back alleys along to a cacophony of honking cars and honking motorcycles and the ring-ring of bicycles.
and then buddha garden. hotel. i got a room that would go for 25$ for 10$, because i said that 10$ was the most i could pay per night. the nights here are down to freezing point, single glassed windows with a big air vent on top. shower and toilet on the same tiles. and the noise, and the dirt, and the ‘very cheap, sir need taxi sir okay sir namaste sir sir yes sir’.
I get my visa stuff for india sorted tomorrow and then i am OUT of here.

NAMASTÉ

ENGLISH THING

(Perth, Australien – Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)
that is kind of an odd feeling when the first thing on an airplane before takeoff is the smell of kerosene on the aircraft, during takeoff a passenger suddenly has the armrest in his hands, the airplane sounds like an old dnjepr motorcycle and one guest is served two hot meals within the same hour. although the meal thing might not entirely be the air company’s fault. (maybe not at all).
so kuala lumpur is bloody hot and the mountain boy goes right where he belongs. North.