We started driving in the morning. Long drive. The terrain kept changing. More than one person said not to stand towards the edge...there's much community memory about landslides. The river was rough and wild. On the way, we opened various food packets...khakras I remember. I recall chatting with a few of the boys (drivers)...they were called at random to do the drive the previous night. Someone said, it was the Trishuli river...it met another river along the way.
There were two places where the road had given away to the river. One I remember very well. We carried our bags and those of others...to the other side. I guess it was the first time I noticed that Dorji (our operator) was ineffective - he seemed all too happy that we were carrying all the bags.
Wasn't it that afternoon we ate lunch at that nice Nepalese place - they had brass utensils...or was it the next day? Tasty food. And that boy with nice hair who smiled freely.
Evening we reached Peaceful Hotel at Shyafru Besi. Shyafru was spelt in various ways on the shops. It was an interesting town. I roamed around. Sat and drew in one spot...until the mosquitos came. There was a path down to a hotspring...tato pani it said. There was a kinda disco. A bakery called Full Moon. There were trucks parked...a road that winded up (to where I was). There were children...babies. A barber shop that gave cool looking cuts that shaved off lot of hair on the sides into designs.
That night I saw a pic of Lhasa on the wall...and was quite surprised. How could that be Lhasa? It was a big city...with many buildings...it looked like no other...I tried to fit in with the group and the conversations but couldn't do so easily...something about 20 eggs...I remember that...it was g who said...we'll pay for it...it was also the first time...multiple decision or indecision points emerged in the group...There were books there. The next morning Mayr banged the door...woke up in a jolt. I didn't like it.
There were two places where the road had given away to the river. One I remember very well. We carried our bags and those of others...to the other side. I guess it was the first time I noticed that Dorji (our operator) was ineffective - he seemed all too happy that we were carrying all the bags.
Wasn't it that afternoon we ate lunch at that nice Nepalese place - they had brass utensils...or was it the next day? Tasty food. And that boy with nice hair who smiled freely.
Evening we reached Peaceful Hotel at Shyafru Besi. Shyafru was spelt in various ways on the shops. It was an interesting town. I roamed around. Sat and drew in one spot...until the mosquitos came. There was a path down to a hotspring...tato pani it said. There was a kinda disco. A bakery called Full Moon. There were trucks parked...a road that winded up (to where I was). There were children...babies. A barber shop that gave cool looking cuts that shaved off lot of hair on the sides into designs.
That night I saw a pic of Lhasa on the wall...and was quite surprised. How could that be Lhasa? It was a big city...with many buildings...it looked like no other...I tried to fit in with the group and the conversations but couldn't do so easily...something about 20 eggs...I remember that...it was g who said...we'll pay for it...it was also the first time...multiple decision or indecision points emerged in the group...There were books there. The next morning Mayr banged the door...woke up in a jolt. I didn't like it.
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