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Thursday, October 19, 2006

Hoina means no.

Kathmandu is an extremely overwhelming place to walk around. There is so much going on everywhere you go. The only escape from all of this is the hotel gardens. A simple walk down the block and Nepalese people are in your face every few steps. Shopkeepers, beggars, taxi drivers, rickshaw drivers, holy men, children, monks. "Sir, come into my shop." "Come with me, I will drive you." "I will guide you up Everest." ""Please buy milk for my baby." "Let me be your tour guide." "Want some smoke, Hash, Hash." This is what you hear as you push your way through the crowded streets. It doesn't stop, at first I felt rude for ignoring people, though I now am comfortable with it. Doesn't take long to figure out how it works, and if you do greet someone or even make eye contact, you are done for, and you will have a new friend for the next few blocks, as they will follow you. I have learned the most important word in Nepali, Hoina. It means no.
I explored Thamel a bit more and found Karen's friends Thuptin and Jeevan and gave them her photos. They were so grateful and so happy to meet me. Thuptin's employee Hari-Dangal was instructed to show me around as a thanks for the photos. I thanked him with a pen, he was very grateful.
Eating at budget Nepali eateries is very adventurous, a plate of chicken curry includes many chicken parts that are unidentifiable, and would never be served in an American restaurant. I do not wish to know exactly what I am eating, and besides the slight bother of pulling bones out of your mouth, its all very tasty. And who can complain about a full meal including tea and bread for under a dollar. I'm already feeling pretty cheap, nothing here costs much more than a few dollars, yet I will walk the extra 1/2 mile to save 10 rupees (roughly 15 cents). How the hell will I readjust to prices in America.
You must watch your feet in this city or you will lose your toes, I've learned to hug the curb while walking around. I don't believe you need either a license or insurance to drive in this country.

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6 Comments:

  • At 9:53 AM , Sally :) said...

    CASEY!!!! Miss you tons already. As I am about to go buy a coffee on my way to work and pay half as much as it cost for you to sleep in a luxurious hotel room tonight. I can't even imagine all that you are experiencing right now. I wish I was as adventurous. Can't wait to continue to read your blogs. Miss ya!!

     
  • At 12:11 PM , Mr. Driscoll said...

    you made it! keep writing!

     
  • At 1:02 PM , andrea-face said...

    love hearing about your adventures..wish I could see it for even just a minute!

     
  • At 4:23 PM , john said...

    Thanks for keeping us informed. Loving the writing!

     
  • At 1:09 PM , CJ MANZA said...

    1. Dump the guide.
    2. Surf the bus always.
    3. Eat choc/banana cake at Snowman's Cafe just off Freak Street, Kathmandu.

     
  • At 1:12 PM , Jeff said...

    So, brother, is the Great Spirit's Nature better over there than the Great Spirit's Nature over here? Or does a blade of grass there hold just as much meaning as a blade of grass here?

    If you're wanting to find something, stop looking for it; but if you don't look, you won't see.

    Take care.

     

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