16.8.08





The Last of Nepal

15.8.08



Muslim silk section of Varanasi. Isaw beautiful, beautiful saris being made.  



More fashion statements found on the way to Varanasi and on the Ganges.



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Did I mention that I stayed in a brothel/ pay-by-the-hour institution in Nepal? Well, I did. On accident. Patricia and Iwent hiking around Kathmandu and were loving the serenity up in the mountains.  We met a nice lady who owned a guest house near the beginning of the trail.  We said ”what the heck, it’s cheap and the location is perfect.  Nevermind that it’s really run down and there is mildew on the walls.”

So, the next day we returned to spend out last 3 Nepalese nights on the mountain.

The next day Patsy is outside reading most of the day.  Around lunchtime we see a nice looking local couple come in.  Didn't think anything of it. Well, I retire to the room after lunch and Patsy continues reading outside. The couple checks out approximately 2 hours after they came. The man asked Patsy where she's from and who she's there with, etc. She says "my friend is asleep upstairs." Evidently she used a feminine pronoun, which left this guy looking a little perplexed. He decided to explain to her that this "Hill Resort"is THE place in Kathmandu to take your honey for a romantic rendezvous.  

This was confirmed throughout the next few days and nights.  Multiple times.

The last night at the guest house we had a shindig with the owners and their family.  And our taxi driver, Raju, who drove up from Kathmandu to spend the night b/c my bus left at 7am and he didn’t want to make me late.  

Raju is the one pouring the beer.  The little girl is the niece of the owners...she is proudly displaying one of many dance moves Itaught her. And the other is our "room," if you hadn't already guessed.


you can take the girl out of gallette’s but you can’t take the gallette’s out of the girl.  or something.  this is me attempting to dance at some bar in kathmandu.




Ibought this for little Kate, thinking it could be a mobil (isn’t that the name for the things hung over cribs?)  They say that bright colors contribute to a child’s creativity and smarts...this one might just contribute to night terrors.


the feet are placed in the ganges to rid them of sin before they are put on the pyre.

a father's last moments with his child before it is placed on the funeral pyre. heartwrenching.



quite possibly the most intense scene i've ever witnessed.

burning ghats at pashupatinath, nepal

12.8.08

Hello friends and family!

Just a quick update to say that I arrived safely in Calcutta this morning.

My overnight train ride from Varanasi was uneventful. There are usually 4 different passenger sections in Indian trains. 1AC, 2AC, 3AC, 2ndSL, and SL. 1AC is the equivalent of 1st class, the AC standing for the fact that it has AC. The lowest tier class is SL or sleeper. (This may be obvious to those of you who ride lots of trains but my experience outside India has been mostly limited to the Crescent City Amtrak line from Tuscaloosa.) I've taken 3AC once with a lady from work, but other than that I rough it and go with sleeper class. I met some American boys in Varanasi who were planning to go to Calcutta at the same time as me. So, naturally, we booked our tickets together. I convinced them that SL is fine- it's clean, you can open the windows for a breeze, and while some people say it's unsafe, I've never had anything stolen. And the toilets are disgusting no matter what class you're in.

Another fun India fact: the human excrement from trains goes directly onto the tracks which gives Indian train stations their distinctive smell.

So, we got our tickets in sleeper class. I've never considered myself extremely low-maintenance (although I haven't fixed my hair once in the past almost 4 months!! and I stayed in a run-down brothel in Nepal) and I think sleeper class is fine. Well, the boys heard some stories about families of roaches or something like that, and upgraded their tickets. But I stuck with my original cheapskate decision. 300 Rs ($9) for a 12 hour ride is pretty unbeatable. And now I'm staying in a guest house that rivals the Nepalese brothel in terms of cleanliness and water leakage. Except the brothel had a bathroom sink and this guest house doesn't. Nor had the bathroom been cleaned and the toilet flushed upon my arrival. Oh, India.

My plans for the rest of the day are to visit 2 Bengali art museums and then go to the Kali Temple (Kalighat). After that I'm going to wander around the Kalighat Rd. area to see the local sculptors (Kumortuli) who make huge clay sculptures for the Durga Puja and Kali Puja festivals.

Haven't decided what I think about Calcutta yet. I do like that 1/2 the things in this city have my first name as their root word. But it is possibly more congested and polluted than Mumbai. I also plan to check out Mother Theresa's Motherhouse either today or tomorrow and see if they need any help for the next week or so.

Pictures to come.

11.8.08

Varanasi






Pictures from Patan, outside Kathmandu. The little boy has been selected to be a monk and has to live at this temple for a month and not speak to anyone.



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Fashion statements...and why Britney should stage her global comeback in Nepal



10.8.08

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Patricia took lots of pictures of me getting ready this night. I had just received an email from Molly with pictures of her trying on potential wedding dresses.

Patsy's commentary was, "Your sister is wearing wedding dresses and you're just wearing a towel." I think the last time I was pictured in a towel was in the backyard of our 13th St. house...at a party that I never quite got ready for.

Pashupatinath







Kathmandu with animals, monsoon rains, and Guido, our Italian travel buddy.

Kathmandu