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Thamel at dawn is a mixture of color noise and smell. Ancient buildings and worshipping place covered in local people and local produce. It is a combination of farmers market, souvenir market and some kind of carnival. Streets are double crowed with vegetables, eggplant, tomato, greens and stalls selling different types of nuts are in between. Local snacks like fried dough fried dumplings sending out the smell of spices. When u walk past, shop owners greet u with ur language, or what they think is ur language and like a male peacock throwing open colorful cashmere to ask for a purchase. Copper ware is shiny in the shop. When u walk past hundreds of temples, small or big, the noise and business seems to be completely ignored, as men and women sacredly conducting their ceromony. Watch out for dogs and occasionally idelly walking past ox, as they turn up in front of u behind all the people who were just in front of u a second ago, unexpected, and suddenly u have to give way with a hundred people around u.
When we get to dupar square finally, it s getting dark, all the feelings of sacred was hardly possible to be felt as it is another extension of the night market. Butcher, pirate DVDs and suprisingly adult magazines with half naked nepali ladies on the front cover were right behind their biggest and most famous religion icon.
People say, gods and people live together in Nepal and what I saw tonight was certainly a reflection of that.
In the dark we had to find our hotel in complex valleys without a name. Shops had no lights as they suffer long hours of power cut. This is the countless adventure we have to go through ...
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