In Nepal "the guest is God." I have been graciously welcomed by the people and the families in this country. How can I ever repay back everyone who has helped me so much in Asia? I just don't think there is anyway I possibly can.
I just saw the Kumari Girl in Durbar Square. The Kumari Girl is Nepal's living goddess. A young girl is chosen who has to pass all of these qualifications and is given the title of living goddess. The girl then lives in this beautiful house for 10 years of her life. But, she cannot see her family, and is only paraded around Kathmandu 13 times a year. The remainder of the year she does not leave the house or really show her face to the public. Now, I am worried about Thailand because I am going there next and they are having warfare through some of the streets in Bangkok. Hopefully it will clear up soon. That situation is always going back and forth.
Hayley, my Canadian friend who hiked with me for so long, almost accidentally sat on the wrong part of a temple area while chowing down on a watermelon. My Nepali friend Badri said "Hayley, that seat is for God!" Sometimes I get really confused on the traditions, ceremonies and the thousands of different daily activities of another culture. Kathmandu has a fruit street, a spice street, a street just dedicated to selling different parts of the goat, pig head street, Gorkha knife street and more.
Today I went with Badri to go see the Kali Temple just outside of the city limits. This particular Kali temple is where families from all over the country come to sacrifice their chickens to please the Goddess Kali. Kali is the lord of death and she constantly needs blood to spill. So I witnessed chickens having their necks slashed by the head of the temple. Seeing three get decapitated was enough to satisfy my bloodthirst for the day.