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8.19.14

10.03am—The bright chilly fog lifts a little, the sun tries to warm life up and I spent thirty minutes looking at hotels in Dubai for three nights and I just don’t know.  I could just take a taxi to the usual places that don’t need reservations, but it would be nice to have a pool, though the only time to swim is at 5am. 

The seeds were a failure, only an upset stomach and waking up a lot during the night are its results and twelve hours later I still feel like crap.  Pokhara, the walking and the beers and the chillum and one glass of whiskey which left me retching, no, I don’t know why I do it to myself other than knowing when I return to the armpit, there will be nothing to indulge in, aside from the books I’ll take back with me. 

The sun makes this fog quite bright, winds are light, no sign of rain, thankfully.  We’ve had enough, one more day of the stuff to make it 30 straight?  I have five nights left here on the mountain, I should do something, I will say goodbyes later but now, what to do.  Laying down is always the first option.  The skies darken, it smells like something is coming but from what direction.

2.02pm

Two naps since six am, are the seeds the cause for such drowsiness?  The creaky wheelbarrow continues to dump stone down the mountain and the path the men created is creeping closer to room five.  Building on the side of a mountain that is solid rock, with no power tools, claws, hammers and hands, true brute force, Tika says it’ll take a year, perhaps more before his 12 room guesthouse is finished.  I don’t know when I’ll return this time though I say that every year.  Possibly February of next year, next summer is a big who knows, but when I see the inevitable, I’m not going to like it.

In Pokhara I watched the news and conclude here my search for a solution to the fighting between Israel and Palestine.  Religion doesn’t exist in order to compete with other religions.  And those who use their faith as a rallying cry to fight, your words fall on deaf ears.  So just fight for land.  That’s part of human nature, fighting.  God certainly has bloodied his hands in the history and folly for land, who ever stopped God? 

Where are the four horsemen when you need them?

A mother and daughter are in room six and for the second night in room 2 a very thin Japanese woman who is now taking photos of the neighbor’s goats. 

Afternoon darkness sets in and here comes the rain.  I thought after four days of being in the belly of the monsoon that would be a turning point towards the end of it.  Not a rat’s chance.  And the worst thing about this nasty one is the school kids are all out in it trying to get home.  Ick.

6.19pm

When thick gray engulfs, when winds blow strong and when photo lites flash at eye level with crackling kabooms that shake windows, I’d wager we are in a cloud and not a fog. 

Are you ready to return to the sauna? No, I just miss the sun.  And I look forward to being tempted again to buy a camera, which I would like now that the Nikon is just not performing. All my photos are unclear and have to be repaired with software.  It is always nice to take a picture that needs nothing to improve it.

10.08pm

Rain falls hard to end this day.