3.22.13
8:42pm—An
annoying headache all day, no thanks to local vodka last night as we wished
Ramesh adieu. A steady stream of
tourists and locals kept me busy enough during the afternoon and by nightfall
all the rooms are booked. I told Suman my
economic principle that will never leave you in any kind of financial disarray:
don’t spend more than what is coming in.
Of course a two or three month monsoon requires saving up for three
months of no business and who the hell am I anyways to share advice about
money.
Today was
Prisma’s birthday number four, Madha made an apple cake and she bought two
Cadbury chocolate bars and I melted them with a little butter and drizzled it
over the cake and wasn’t that cake pretty good.
3.23.13
Where are
the twenty two Chinese right now? Sure
it’s only five thirty in the morning as I type this. It is good fortune to have a strong supply of
water filling up the big tank with the group coming. Can I hope for the same good fortune and get
hired from here before the end of May?
My faith is weak.
Lamjung’s
outline is only visible in the blue overcast.
A sore throat persists, no smoke yesterday, perhaps not today. I am accepting the inevitable crash if I
return to America with nothing. Hitting
the bottom again, geez, there’s nothing more humbling.
I’ve read
enough of the Tibetan book. The deeper
you go into any faith’s commentaries and interpretations the further you are
from common sense.
A cloudy
sunrise with one red splotch, such haze subdues what could have been a pretty
nice photo. The camera is functioning
though I get a lens error if I use the zoom too much and have to turn it off. No cheers from the onlookers, a subdued bunch
they will be, hanging on at the top hoping clouds will disperse.
A joyful
orchestra of birds and a very distant cock crows. Do I look like a fool helping? The old white dude carrying water, the old
white dude carrying clean dishes, the old white dude. I don’t care but sometimes I do and that
annoys. Why think about such things when nature sings a sweet melody right
outside your door. The tourist airplanes
and micro-flyers buzz overhead, a multitude of youthful locals march their way
to the top. The birds are unfazed. The sun finally ascends the horizon haze
forty minutes later. It’s time to go
up. Take a panadol first, toilet paper, 1rs
throat lozenges. There are some very
exotic calls coming from the trees now, the kind one hears further south among
the Tropicals. I can’t even describe a
bird call right now, but if I could repeat it…it’s gone. The Tibetan horns blow from below. Another day with three threes in the date and
an equation totaling three. Does it mean
anything? God I wish to not make or think about meaningless connections
anymore. And what is there to four
threes, oh the rare clover.
5:13pm—Eleven
of the Chinese checked in, their other half will stay at the View Top. After helping Maya wash dishes and pots and
everything else because Didi took the day off but didn’t tell anyone, I wiped
down the outside tables of beer bottles and glasses while two Chinese men were
taking photos with saucer-size lens of birds.
Stay away birds! Look at the
sunset, look at that moon, a three quarter waxing, don’t point your amateur skills
at the woman showering below, hoodlums.
To their credit they didn’t intrude with the neighbor but ya know, it’s
not a compassionate thing to do but if you smash your cigarettes on the ground
and ignore the ash tray, I’m gonna key your camera. Right?
Enjoy your stay.
I’ve had 497
songs on my ipod for the past three years and before cleaning the rooms I
clicked shuffle songs and the music started with my only two AC/DC songs and
continued playing them alphabetically.
Some shuffle, but I was glad it played the way it played, it was nice to
hear four songs from the Allman Brothers, three from Amberlin, Andy Irvine and
his ‘Eastwind’ album is a perennial favorite, two from Audioslave and then ‘Hey
Jude’ my only Beatles song, two Ben Harper’s, two Black Crowes before finishing
room six.
Do you
really think Detroit is a place you need to be now, that is if I don’t get
hired from here before I have to leave?
I can see myself among the bustle outside the ballpark on Friday nights and
bumping into people I know. I’m not
asking for anything but a buck or two and I can buy an umbrella, thanks Martin. Where am I staying? St. Dominics, they have these great sausage
and green peppers lunch on Tuesdays, some dude who learned from this other dude
who owned a restaurant in Northville called Hole in the Wall. John Genetti I think his name was. Well, bro I don’t like seeing you this way,
come home with me and you can sleep under the grill of my beemer. Thanks, but I passed up on a 8k a month job
and I don’t sleep under anyone’s beemer.
The Chinese
eleven cooked dinner and I have a stomach ache.
Maybe it was the boiled pumpkin, maybe it was the chicken stock they
called soup, I don’t know but I passed on Maya’s rice and am nurturing a few
coconut cookies back in room eight. The
Chinese dude with the camera too big for anyone has it sitting on a tripod
aimed at Pokhara below. He’s taking a
long exposure photo or he’s waiting for the haze to dissipate. Four of the middle
aged women sit in the dining room and play mahjong and one of them has that
earthy 19th century I’ve lived on the farm and only got electricity
last year, dark complexion with a pulled back look like someone’s got her hair
and is pulling really hard. Ya’ll gonna
be here tomorrow? I think there’s rain
in the forecast. Hmm. Your room will be a warm cozy place to stay. You want hot water? Bring your thermos to the kitchen and we’ll
fill it for you for a special I’m not appreciating how bloody hard it is fee to
heat this water and we’ll be ok. Ok?
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