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8.5.14

5.53am-The Bengalis are up, debating on whether to climb to the top to see mountains that may be visible.  From the balcony fog and dark clouds shroud Lamjung and Annapurna.  Go up and stop arguing!

I woke up to find a large frog in the bathroom and then it disappeared, I don’t know how it got out, not via the sink or toilet. 

The Bengalis have been rewarded with the unveiling of the majestic mountains.  But not for long.  The fog is heavy and bright and here is Ram with a bucket to collect the breakfast dishes stacked in front of room six.  Shakti.  Ram has a lot of it, be it age, opportunity, happiness with which meaningful work is accompanied. 

Soon it’s another trip to Pokhara, to take this computer, to consider an Indian smart phone, groceries, ATM.  I really don’t like going down because of the heat and the waiting.  I wait a lot in Pokhara.  I’m usually good at it if I’ve taken enough medicine to relax but it’s harder this time.  And I don’t know why.  It might just be one of those shopping with women things. 

It is figured at least 700 workers are building up Sarangkot.  And for who knows how long, the work will be here.  At the big place, another 3-4 years is expected though that work may require more skilled labor. 

The Palestinians, the Arabs who didn’t identify with the Syrians, the Egyptians, who were kind of displaced before 1948, they were surprised weren’t they, when Jews from Russia and Ukraine started showing up buying land.  And war after war some tribes accept each other as people and nothing else.  The Arab World is torn between solidarity for their ‘islamic equals’ in Gaza and the West Bank, though they spit on them like humans without an identity, and with Israel, one of many tribes going back a long time folks, Israel and Egypt have known each other longer than any other two countries, right?  Should I look that up?   

I think it’s time to go up.

4.44pm

We returned from Pokhara with a car full of food, televisions and beer and all the rooms are booked for the night.  Four guides sit in the restaurant.  I hear a few Europeans but don’t know where they’re from.  Anything exciting happening in Pokhara?

A new smart phone with no instructions.  I Have to be smart to use a smart phone I see.  We took my pc into a repair shop and they could find nothing wrong with it.  The sound worked in every department.  WT hell then? 

The threat of rain is imminent but it could be hours.  What is it about shopping in a hot and humid and no shade city that wipes me out.  Not even a/c in Laxman’s car seemed to turn me around straight. 

Paradise.  The sound works.  For now.  Was it just a case of shaking the pc, something fell into place? 

I know I am the only one on this but look at the themes of every Coldplay release since 2008.  You see the theme, right?  It was inspiration that raises questions in the most positive of manners.  The writers expect something otherworldly to happen still. 

The Hamaj Valley is full of dark and dangerous clouds and they sit there.  They are in no rush to do what is expected of them.  Blues skies in the west, a misplaced cloud-lite, almost fog but it’s shape is that of a cloud that hangs east. 

A woman finds a man who can afford her, she is lucky. 

9.29pm

A quarter of Ruslan vodka is enough.  Suraksha is so happy a television is working.  Prisma’s little brother is ready to play peek or boo at any time.  The travelers staying in all the rooms are from all over and their three guides are all from the same agency so they have a lot to talk about in the dining room.

The day closes, three in room four keep their door open, braving the mosquitoes for fresh air.  It is very calm and crickets are jumping.  It didn’t rain at all today and will it during the night, it doesn’t feel so, so when will the next system bring us joyfully rainy weather?