I walk through the terrace as the buffalo chew the grass. I listen to the birds' calls but I actually hear them. The whole day passes as if time is meaningless. Maya, the older Nepali woman who runs the Machapucchare Guest House is so funny. She jokes with a passing Austrian woman and son about bringing her back a European boyfriend. I laugh as I continue to work on my book "The Best Time To Travel Is Now." All I have here is my pen and paper, and Maya's delicious home cooking (lima!) - which is delicious in Gurung - a language from Mongolian descendants who settled in the mid-western Nepali mountainside region.
Today I scrub my clothes and after she watches me for 20 seconds she grabs them and begins to clean them herself. Then she sews my cheap Indian pants back together because I guess she got tired of seeing my boxers sticking out through them. She makes me reconnect the water pipe that the neighboring buffaloes have loosened on their early morning scamper through the terrace. The buffaloes stare at me with some look in between confusion and indifference. I think it's because they know they will step on the water pipe again within 5 minutes.
I like to toe the line between 2 worlds; one being the buffalo heavy Nepali countryside where I am lentils and rice 3 meals a day and sitting under a cold shower running through a half-connected pipe, and the other world - sitting in my room, jamming to my tunes on my IPOD - no different than if I was back in my college dorm room. I have to say though that Maya made my Annapurna Base Camp trek experience something special to remember. We laughed at night by the fire with her suprisingly dirty sense of humor. This blog entry will end with a quote from "The Snow Leopard."
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place, The flower always grows without mistakes."