gloriously miserable it is

8.16.14

8.53am-A glorious morning at the top, few tourists expecting to see the mountains after four days of miserable miserable weather. 

Clothes washed hoping the sun will beat away the fog that keeps coming around.  My white t-shirt ate the dirt, sorry ate the mold, too bad.  So, am I going to Pokhara this afternoon?  It is a consideration.  Stay the night, go to immigration early.  Maybe if it is clear tomorrow photos from the peace pagoda would be nice. 

The Australian duo never made it to the top.  Oh carnal pleasures you sham-bolists engage in, forfeiting glory and majesty for temporal butt licking.  That’s not very nice, John, the Dalai Lama would never think such a thing.  I know, I’m sorry.  Washing clothes and getting up at 5 this morning, I’m a tad weary. 

1.17pm

The rain stays away, though rogue storm clouds drift ominously over everyone’s wash on the lines.  If I go to Lakeside it’ll be around three or four.  If the rain returns I stay.  What do you really want?  It’s ideal climate now for the walk down, plenty of cloud cover with our robust star occasionally breaking through with benevolent beams of warmth.

A tree in front of room one was cut down.  There is a little more viewing of the lake and the peace pagoda.  I don’t know if that will compensate for losing all of the lake from the garden.  Will Tika feel at all bad when he realizes what he has done will adversely affect Laxman and Maya?  There are no zoning laws in Nepal and there should well damn be a few. 

People are looking at the rooms.  The Driver leads the way to room six. A group of six, locals, a little child and five adults.  The sun is out now, warming my clothes thoroughly.  Such a shame to lose a white t-shirt.  A man with a huge camera stands outside my window, don’t you dare, of course you wouldn’t, that was the bad angel of my nature who assumed, simply assumed, he would violate every known law under mankind if he took a photo of me sitting on the bed typing out his transgression.

I’m getting ready to go here.  Items I’ll need are laid out on the second bed. I’m waiting for the clothes to dry.  And will you be hungry before you walk down?  What time was the only breakfast? Are you hungry now?  Maybe I should wait until 5, for crying out loud.  Aren’t you ready to go?  I am but, I’m going down for things to come, not for now.  However I should go early to avoid the jungle mosquitos at dusk.  Yikes!!!

2:45pm 

Lots of sun, holding off, ahoy, here comes Suraksha wearing her new hair stuff.  She went to 

Pokhara with the driver and the down unders and came back with ice cream and cones and they were very good. 

And there she goes, she came to borrow a red pen and approves of the paragraph above.  And we’re on our way.