Its hard to put into words all that has happened in the last month. It is also hard to do it in 10 minutes – which is all the time i have left before I need to roll out to the village. So here’s a photo-heavy not-so-wordy post about the last month here in Kathmandu. Enjoy…
Z Street is my home & office. Prem’s t-shop is my focal point. The street is his children’s playground. They run around taxis, motorbikes, and people. Everyone watches over them.
The city is filled with color…
…and held together by caos.
We don’t speak the same words, but we understand laughter.
Sometimes a dream…
…becomes real.
Your dream…
…is my dream.
The elephants need to be washed… and I’m happy to help.
An elephant’s skin is both soft and tough. They are giant gentle creatures – but capable of much force. Their hairs are thick and plastic-like.
I’m not sure if you feel what I feel… but for a moment, we are one.
The jungle is enchanted…
…and filled with many colorful details.
It rains almost everyday now. How can so much water come from the sky?
Monsoon is near.
Less tourists now. The streets are ours again.
The sky clears…
…and the details shine through.
Back in the city a building is torn down with hammers…
…by the hands of women & children.
On a hot tin roof…
..a daycare center.
Children light candles…
..in a temple that looms over the city.
The monkey is not amused…
…but still… they come to pray.
You want to meet the locals…. get on top of the bus…
.. and pay the local price.
Everything has its gradations… i know this.. but…
..what is in this life for us?
A nice view is all i need.
Now, i’m moving on. More soon.
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