This is The day that my excitement and novelty wears off. By three o'clock I was tired, sick off the crowd, noise and the feeling of alienation.
The Kathmandu guest house was really a disappointment. I have to argue for a while to get out of a fee they didn't mention last night when I checked in. On the way then to dupur square, which was truly memorable. We hired a guide who had the personality of a guide and I am thankful for him to yeah us a lot of knowledge about this country and its people.
Then off to pashupati which is the Hindu temple by the holy river. Holy river is no longer clean and the smell of it doesn't make me feel and sacred. Fire burring ready for the funeral sends off smoke. Looking down on the platform where the fire is set up, a priest was resetting the firewood. It takes four hours to burn the body and the remains goes to the river. When I looked across, a new body was carried by the bank and have the feet soled I'm the river, family were crying sadly. But on the south bank, there stood lines of the buddest temple with the symbol of the man's part worshipped for prosperity. At the same time on both sides of the river, two stages of life are celebrated at the same time.
I choked on the smoke and two bodies were carried past right in front of me, so close to the idea of death for the fist time suddenly made me unsettled and discomfortable. I don't want to think about it, the life, the cycle, the nirvana.
Tibetern business were blooming in the budha, which is the biggest buddist worshipping place. Pilgrimage from all over the world come over here to pay tribute. The white colour body with the blue sky at the background plus thousands colorful praying flags hanging makes a upbeating colourful picture.
Then exhausted, I went back to thamel and ordered my fried rice which I have lived on in the past few days. I keep wondering, how open i am? Is that against everything I believe in?