Festival, Bazar, + Kurtas

Okay ... I've been here a couple of days, time for catch up! Internet access has been a bit frustrating. For some reason, my computer will not hook via Anna's cable, only her modem. [yes, read: slow]. Not to mention you pay for the phone call with the modem hook-up. Something I found out about after a three-hour session answering emails and chatting with home. Hm. I wonder what that bill will look like!


My first night here I spent alone in Anna's flat. In the morning, I awoke to a cacophony of sound. Pigeons flapping against the windows (hence the 40ft. of pigeon spikes I carried with me), what I thought to be a bull (but was told later it's the tiger in the zoo next door), and a rooster in the distance.


Light comes up slowly in the morning. Those are pretty high mountains the sun needs to traverse to reach this valley city. Barely 9am, and the intermittent fireworks start, sounding like gun shots, scattering pigeons, celebrating the 5-day festival of Tihar. By night fall, the sporadic, sharp bangs continue, with barely a hint of color to suggest their location. Ironically, we learned last night that the new government had outlawed them just a few days prior to the festival. And yet, as Anna observed, there seem to be more this year than ever in the past.

Anna's neighborhood is in Patan, a quiet suburb (sort of) of Kat. Homes and small shops mingle nondescriptly along the narrow streets.



She has a mini-bike we ride ... truly ideal transportation here. Yesterday, we did a quick bike tour through one of the busy market areas, also taking in part of Kat's ring road. Perched on the back of a bike with someone else driving has got to be one of the best ways to shoot. Especially since the market is so crowded, I think we were only moving .5 miles per hour! Anyway, she's a great driver, and I have no qualms riding and shooting at the same time with her. (Hmm. A Vespa for Christmas?)




Since I've been here, the Tiwar festival has been in progress. It's known as the festival of lights... even, ironically, in a city where the power shuts off intermittently throughout the evening. It's more of a home celebration. Walking the streets, you can see people preparing small colorful altars outside their doors with candles to light the way of Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth. Often, there is a painted path stenciled with footprints to guide her into the dwelling. Tonight, I'm hoping to get some shots in the city-proper where strings of lights are hung on the buildings.



This morning, we woke up early and headed down to a river bordered by a temple complex on one side. Often, there are cremations going on here, but because of the holiday, the place was pretty quiet.


We headed back through Mangal Bazar to find ready-made kurta's for me for the trek.


Have I mentioned how nice the people here are? I have yet to have anyone ask me for money, and people are extremely helpful. Today, when a shop with ready-made kurtas was closed for the holiday, the owner was found and he opened up just for Anna and I. Not only that, he dropped the prices before we asked him to. Then, he offered to make some tailoring adjustments at no additional charge -- all ready for pick up the next day.


The trek is looming before us. We still do not have the final plans, but it sounds as though we will be leaving Saturday or Sunday, will take the East-West road to far west Nepal, then trek due north to a village. From there, we will make our back toward Kathmandu, stopping along other villages along the way. Along with some spectacular views, adventures ahead may include treacherous mountain roads, (though I was assured the group hasn't lost anyone yet), leeches, roadside water spigot showers, and knocking on doors asking for a place to sleep. (Hmm. Melissa, please book me for a spa day when I get back!).