Glued to the walls are wooden benches with straw mats, and very close to the fire bed inn owners. Calendars, images of Shiva and Durga, a small family altar full of incense, rice, vermilion powder, and flower petals.
They say those who know the mountain, to cross the passage of Thorung The, must arrive before nine o'clock. Then he unleashed a wild wind so there is no way through it without putting human lives at risk. That's why the latest escalation, the final, starts at three o'clock.
Many think that the climbers are crazy about climbing mountains to engage in risk of their lives but I understand them beyond what words can explain. There is something up there. Reach the summit should look something like what I feel when I reach a distant destination ...
The carriage is ready. Within hours, la Kumari, the girl goddess, leave in procession through the streets of Kathmandu, a strong tradition that even the Maoists have dared to liquidate. But the small awaits a bleak future when his divine halo fades.
Languish at the gates of the temple as rags. It looks hungry and look, sad. No caress, no hand to lengthen them some food. Starve or sacrificed to Shiva. These goats wandering like lost souls bear the sins of devotees are Hindus and considered impure.
The immaculate Bhaktapur is the darling of the Kathmandu Valley. There are no trash on the street, street or sticking your shadow, motorcycles or pedestrians dodging between horns. It happens that if you've traveled before the center of Kathmandu, can not avoid a certain feeling of unreality neat.