sweep

10.18.2012

Frost covers the forest below, by far the coldest morning to date. Clear skies and a hazy Lamjung leave me feeling lazy.   Looking, reading, learning of Delhi and Jodphur and Jaipur.  I don’t have that much cash so the ten dollar rooms will have to do.  Tomorrow morning another large group will have a breakfast buffet here.  I suggested serving noodles and charging five hundred rupees a plate. The French.  Did they bargain down for three hundred a plate?  The work and service in today’s market calls for an increase which would still be a bargain in the west. 

Sometimes I do feel I am terribly wrong.  Almost two months before 12.21 and if nothing happens and I continue to expect, how long would you expect me to expect the end?  Not long at all.  It’s January 1.  After that we’re done, no not the end of anything other than my belief and profound disappointment that all continues.  What in God’s name did I miss four years ago?

Clothes washed and hanging on the lines, I don’t think I got all the soap out,  hands were sticky with soap afterwards.  Didi left quickly with an empty basket and two locals following down Maya’s Way.  The tourists for rooms one, two and four are here.  The rest of this group checked into the View Top.  A variety of drums, horns and percussions are heard throughout the day, the festival is in its third day. 

Sixteen elderly Chinese tourists sit in the upper garden.  No one is drinking tea, no one is eating.  Oh I see, Didi and four others carrying up the luggage.  Those who are staying here finished their noodles and rice and returned to their rooms.  I ran down the new road to get a better view of the red mountains and was rewarded with some nice pics, thanks to the bamboo.  Then I see the wildlife photos of the year on the BBC and I think mine really suck.  Wow, to have a nice camera and be deeply into it.  You can catch some pretty cool life. 

Sigh.  I told Maya I took thirty seeds this morning and nothing happened.  And then I told her I built a ‘temple’ though the word used to describe the piling of rocks in the garden is unknown to me. To Lamjung, Maya.  Then she slapped me.  You take seeds you build temple?  Hmmmm, is there something going on there?  What else I have I done on the days I took the seeds?  I’ll have to look for any unusual behavior, right?  Blah!!!!  

Time for bed.  Game four comes on in five hours.