Friday June 11, flew from Bangkok to Kathmandu, capital of Nepal ...
Land of Kama Sutra
and Mono Numan, so dear to my dear grandfather Ruben ... of course if Diego had not told me, I had no idea that pale was from here ... thanks for the cult brother my parents gave me ... heh.
The days of flight are lost days ... hours of airports, shuttle bus, wait ... we leave tomorrow and arrive in the afternoon or at night to the next destination ... to Bangkok, I amused myself writing the blog at that time dead, and also was a way to keep the stories a day, without wasting more valuable time in the destiny ... from the Bangkok airport, prior to leaving here, I have another hobby ... Andre Agassi's autobiography book ... a must for tennis fans , and autobiographies as well ... I guess
Finally, as the days of flight are lost days, walks on Saturday pulled out 12 ... did a tour of Kathmandu city, visiting various temples and places ...
Printing Kathmandu since we got was something weird ... a lot of poverty, an impressive heat and smells of many types (none pleasant), but still has a special charm that made my least fascinated me all I saw ...
People are very friendly and nice ... and everything is very picturesque place to visit to buy ... comprillas obviously we made some memories of those that I have no idea where the hell will in a house, but ... buy them in Nepal ...
One of the visits we made was to square, or rather like a kind of mini city ... restaurants, temples, stairs, squares ... cobbled streets, our Old Town style, that gave a picturesque touch ...
In this "mini city" was the home of Kumari, a girl chosen to be the virgin goddess (or something) ... the interesting thing is that this girl is chosen through a selection process similar to the Pope at the Vatican ... a group of girls from around 3 years, they have to meet several requirements, choose one, making various tests that must be overcome ... seems Miss Universe, singing the song and saying you have to save the world and eliminate poverty and world hunger ...
Well, the last girl chosen to be the Goddess, or Goddess Lady, you have locked up in the hut where we were until she has her first period ... ie, go from 3 years to 12 more or less locked up without leaving that place ... and then they develop, they cease to be the Goddess and become a life "" "" normal "" "" with their families ... is clear why the """"" not? They steal all the children to pretend that the asshole and then have a normal life ... Of course, that I think, for them to be a great honor to have that experience ... all very strange as always ...
In one of these places (can not remember if it was the same as was the house of Kumari) asked by the famous mono Numan, as I had asked my dear brother, and told me that there is indeed figure ... is actually called a monkey god Hanuman and for the Nepalese .... Puritan god ... in the land of the Kama Sutra ... have to be idiot ... in the temple of the monkeys was the statue to the left of the door, but as a Puritan, and the temple was on the Kama Sutra, did not cover his head to see ... of course, if the poor God can not see anything related to sex, there should be leaving the service of the monkeys, right? (Old, please explain it to mom)
In short, the same day, after walking through the cities, temples and places, we ended up in the sacred river Bagsmati, where the Nepalese perform the cremations of dead bodies after ...
the banks of the river, on the cobblestone road, there are altars where they cremate the dead ... we were lucky to get to see a cremation from scratch with all spiritual rituals are done to rid the soul of sins ...
absence of convincing explanations of our own guides, find a disservice to walking in the back we filled the gaps in the story ... apparently, the Nepalese, or Hindus generally believe in reincarnation ... to cremate the body combine the five elements: fire, up in smoke ... the smoke is going to heaven and becomes a cloud, which then sends rain water and water the earth ... and the elements return to their source, purifying the souls for reincarnation ...
Also explained that the bridge that bisects the river at that point, separates the cremation area for the upper class in the area of \u200b\u200bthe less affluent class ... the difference between them is that the altar area of \u200b\u200bthe upper class are closer to the temple of the god who purifies the soul, then cremation is more expensive there ... and between these altars is also to be used to cremate the members of the royal family, while still Nepal was a monarchy, which ended with the slaughter of whole families ten years ago ... all were cremated at the altar.
The river was very low, are in times of drought ... and dirt and smells were amazing ... clear, we can not expect to smell like a garbage perfumol if human, but supposedly in monsoon season, the river rises to the point that connects to the Ganges in India, which is also a sacred river where the Indians will die and wash away their sins ... and also to take all the trash they throw the grimy these ...
There are many similarities and connections between the Nepalese and Indian people ... share the same religions and cultures to the point that as we explained the guide, the boundary between the two countries is virtually free passage from one side to the other ...
After those two days in the capital on Sunday, 13 went to the Chitwan Park, a nature reserve of several species of animals, who painted a priori as a kind of safari ...
On the way to Chitwan had scheduled a Trishuli river rafting, about 3 hours ... was good, but knowing a bit long for what it really was rafting ... had some fun swirls at some point, but nothing was put to row like an idiot shouting "fooooooorwaaaaard!" tipitos the mouth of the charge that we do not drown ... We
park a few hours later and start the hotel was not what I had imagined ... supposedly we were in the middle of the field ... safari, wildlife, elephants ... so was the idea of \u200b\u200ba rural life for two days until Sabrina changed the order of excursions for the day's first match in Uruguay were in Pokhara and Chitwan not and we made sure to see it ... but hey, the hotel turned out to be much better than I expected ... even had air conditioning and cable in the rooms ... clear funcoinaba between 11 of nch and 4 in the morning so that I am sorry have closed all the windows to keep the room cool ...
Day trips included a safari in Chitwan elephant in the park, where we saw crocodiles and rhinos in the performance of their daily lives ... ah of course, and rode an elephant that is no small thing ...
After the safari we went to an area of \u200b\u200bthe river where we swam with elephants ... amazing! We got in at 3 per elephant, and a tipitos shouted things like dogs who obey, and we spit water elephant's trunk, again and again until we pulled into the water ... in short, very funny though, as in the River Kwai, conjunctivitis was the order of the day ... We
also a walk through part of the park, looking a little wild animal life, and before starting the tour guide gave us an introduction to the care we had to have, and we had to be silent to avoid problems .. . even told us what we should do if a tiger was chasing us! We made the drawings of how we had to run, zig zag, to mislead in any way ... cagazo can imagine the conversation we had with the ... "And well, so if a tiger wants morfar ... this ... not, run fast ...?"
The reality was that thanks to this Charlita could do the walk with some adrenaline, because the closest thing to a tiger we saw was the logo of my muscular Tiger (Vietnamese beer) ... we all quietly and well located along the road, and suddenly we spend two weaknesses that came with a chicken head in hand, and hitting screams deserved the lion king appeared to morph ... but nothing happened ... so we ended up seeing only ride a rhino in the distance and some gazelles ...
Once this share went wild life in Chitwan to Pokhara ... some had chosen the option of trekking in the Annapurna base in the Himalayas, so we went right to the mountain, about 3 hours to walk up to the camp where we would spend night ...
An adventure that climb, with an impressive heat until the rain decided to freshen up a bit ... In view of the city from the mountain was incredible, and I ate that mountain legs too ...
As we climbed, some local kids came up beside us, asking for pens or candy ... Laughing and cursing our lack of athletic ability ... one was sure to clamor for a ride with horse ...
Finally, we reached the camp and we moved with great joy, to recover a little air and shrimp ... once again, far from being a simple rustic camp looked like a hotel, with huge tents for two, showers and bathrooms and a living area, where we ate and played cards while we were trying to be victims of the leeches that were feasting on shrimp of some ...
After a memorable record of 8-0 in the trick I shared with Sam as a couple, the top 8 beers which we take as a result of those games, we went to bed pleasantly the tents ...
Dawn was one of the most anticipated of this camp, if not more ... We awoke at 5 am to watch the sun rise from behind the mountains ... can not describe how amazing it was that landscape ... out of the tent and see the sun rise from behind those peaks peaks, some of the highest in the world ... simply amazing!
breakfast, we took many pictures, and about 9 am we went down the mountain to leave for Pokhara ...
The main attraction of Pokhara, along with trekking and night on the mountain, was clearly of Uruguay 3-0 against South Africa we had the good fortune to see in the hotel with big screen ... clear, it was a celebration in Uruguay and must have been those festivities, but ... is what we have ...
We left Pokhara to Kathmandu for two nights in the capital ... mainly had free time to do what we want, since the tours we did in the first two days, so we manage to pay these days of rest and fun ...
In Kathmandu apparently there are no traffic lights, or at least do not remember seeing any ... complicated corners there are two controlling tipitos that nobody dies, and that's the light ... going for the market to do some comprillas was an adventure to cross the street ... but we saw no accidents either, so do not be so bad work ... although I do not become too much trouble if they hit someone ... gives the impression that they are still long and it's all good ...
addition
purchases that clearly could not miss, a schedule of extra activities completed calendar ...
Nepal has one of the highest bungy in the world jumpings ... 160 meters high ... having made one from 43 meters in New Zealand knew it was not an option for me ... well to jump in NZ need much time to acclimatize mental ... laburando came the idea for years, and I'd have to know how it felt ... but now it was unnecessary, plus it was not psychologically prepared for this madness ... I had no chance garment ...
Anyway, we left the bungy at 7 am, in a 3 hour mini bus, in addition to not having air conditioning, gave me ample time to ponder how she was shitting and getting on in that bondi ... luckily I had my book Agassi to spend those hours with their heads in their world and not mine ... We arrived at the hotel
"Last Resort", where ironically he thought he could be my last day, and when we went to cross the bridge from where we were supposed to shoot, my cagazo tripled ... and to join the cagazo had already in advance, we had an hour and a half wait before taking us to the bridge, which obviously leaves the head laburo to fart ....
Finally, I discovered I'm a masochist with these things ... the wrong way, really the wrong way before you do, but still forced me, not if the enjoyment I get when I finished and I'm still alive, or because I want to prove to myself that even with so much fear as I can get over it and encouraging me to do things like that ... no, but the wrong way ...
We were 21 in total we went, and at least was not the only shit ... not whether it was the most screwed up, but at least it was not the only ... The videos reveal the feelings of everyone in the minutes before the break, and there are over one showing panic, but you get the Golden Iris is Mel, almost knocking him to lean with it ...
important thing is that we all throw away, and we all roll up after ... Those sons of bitches make you climb a hill of stone and mud for half an hour to reach the hotel ... it is not so easy task under normal conditions, but after it jump that leaves you with the head turned, it is simply inhumane ... no stairs, can be prohibited by law ...
bungy We turned to Kathmandu on a journey that lasted twice in the first leg ... 7 hours on the road, with a picket in the middle and everything ... an adventure that we had not paid the bungy, but we ended up arriving safely at Shangri-la Hotel in Kathmandu, to urgently take a nap before the party he had organized for that night ...
doughty To continue with the next day the party went with Clari and others (some of which had also done the bungy) to fly the Himalayas, and see Everest from above, in a small plane propeller Buddha Air ... a ride that lasted an hour ... Clearly we
right of the party to the airport and take the small plane to see the world's highest peak ... supposedly as Everest is in Nepal, we could not get too close, otherwise to be crossing the border with Tibet would have happened with passports and other ... for me we made the 50's, but ... the ride was great, we saw much of the Andes from the plane, and the great attraction, surpassing Everest above the rest of the peaks ... but I still left with little taste, expected to pass over the giant ...
The closest of Everest I felt was taking a beer with your name ... and obviously was chosen destination.
Nepal, one of the most incredible journey for me ... all impressed me ... people, places, culture, diversity avtividades ... I missed the touch Tibetan, but with what I already lived enough to say that is an incredible country.
Land of Kama Sutra
and Mono Numan, so dear to my dear grandfather Ruben ... of course if Diego had not told me, I had no idea that pale was from here ... thanks for the cult brother my parents gave me ... heh.
The days of flight are lost days ... hours of airports, shuttle bus, wait ... we leave tomorrow and arrive in the afternoon or at night to the next destination ... to Bangkok, I amused myself writing the blog at that time dead, and also was a way to keep the stories a day, without wasting more valuable time in the destiny ... from the Bangkok airport, prior to leaving here, I have another hobby ... Andre Agassi's autobiography book ... a must for tennis fans , and autobiographies as well ... I guess
Finally, as the days of flight are lost days, walks on Saturday pulled out 12 ... did a tour of Kathmandu city, visiting various temples and places ...
Printing Kathmandu since we got was something weird ... a lot of poverty, an impressive heat and smells of many types (none pleasant), but still has a special charm that made my least fascinated me all I saw ...
People are very friendly and nice ... and everything is very picturesque place to visit to buy ... comprillas obviously we made some memories of those that I have no idea where the hell will in a house, but ... buy them in Nepal ...
One of the visits we made was to square, or rather like a kind of mini city ... restaurants, temples, stairs, squares ... cobbled streets, our Old Town style, that gave a picturesque touch ...
In this "mini city" was the home of Kumari, a girl chosen to be the virgin goddess (or something) ... the interesting thing is that this girl is chosen through a selection process similar to the Pope at the Vatican ... a group of girls from around 3 years, they have to meet several requirements, choose one, making various tests that must be overcome ... seems Miss Universe, singing the song and saying you have to save the world and eliminate poverty and world hunger ...
Well, the last girl chosen to be the Goddess, or Goddess Lady, you have locked up in the hut where we were until she has her first period ... ie, go from 3 years to 12 more or less locked up without leaving that place ... and then they develop, they cease to be the Goddess and become a life "" "" normal "" "" with their families ... is clear why the """"" not? They steal all the children to pretend that the asshole and then have a normal life ... Of course, that I think, for them to be a great honor to have that experience ... all very strange as always ...
In one of these places (can not remember if it was the same as was the house of Kumari) asked by the famous mono Numan, as I had asked my dear brother, and told me that there is indeed figure ... is actually called a monkey god Hanuman and for the Nepalese .... Puritan god ... in the land of the Kama Sutra ... have to be idiot ... in the temple of the monkeys was the statue to the left of the door, but as a Puritan, and the temple was on the Kama Sutra, did not cover his head to see ... of course, if the poor God can not see anything related to sex, there should be leaving the service of the monkeys, right? (Old, please explain it to mom)
In short, the same day, after walking through the cities, temples and places, we ended up in the sacred river Bagsmati, where the Nepalese perform the cremations of dead bodies after ...
the banks of the river, on the cobblestone road, there are altars where they cremate the dead ... we were lucky to get to see a cremation from scratch with all spiritual rituals are done to rid the soul of sins ...
absence of convincing explanations of our own guides, find a disservice to walking in the back we filled the gaps in the story ... apparently, the Nepalese, or Hindus generally believe in reincarnation ... to cremate the body combine the five elements: fire, up in smoke ... the smoke is going to heaven and becomes a cloud, which then sends rain water and water the earth ... and the elements return to their source, purifying the souls for reincarnation ...
Also explained that the bridge that bisects the river at that point, separates the cremation area for the upper class in the area of \u200b\u200bthe less affluent class ... the difference between them is that the altar area of \u200b\u200bthe upper class are closer to the temple of the god who purifies the soul, then cremation is more expensive there ... and between these altars is also to be used to cremate the members of the royal family, while still Nepal was a monarchy, which ended with the slaughter of whole families ten years ago ... all were cremated at the altar.
The river was very low, are in times of drought ... and dirt and smells were amazing ... clear, we can not expect to smell like a garbage perfumol if human, but supposedly in monsoon season, the river rises to the point that connects to the Ganges in India, which is also a sacred river where the Indians will die and wash away their sins ... and also to take all the trash they throw the grimy these ...
There are many similarities and connections between the Nepalese and Indian people ... share the same religions and cultures to the point that as we explained the guide, the boundary between the two countries is virtually free passage from one side to the other ...
After those two days in the capital on Sunday, 13 went to the Chitwan Park, a nature reserve of several species of animals, who painted a priori as a kind of safari ...
On the way to Chitwan had scheduled a Trishuli river rafting, about 3 hours ... was good, but knowing a bit long for what it really was rafting ... had some fun swirls at some point, but nothing was put to row like an idiot shouting "fooooooorwaaaaard!" tipitos the mouth of the charge that we do not drown ... We
park a few hours later and start the hotel was not what I had imagined ... supposedly we were in the middle of the field ... safari, wildlife, elephants ... so was the idea of \u200b\u200ba rural life for two days until Sabrina changed the order of excursions for the day's first match in Uruguay were in Pokhara and Chitwan not and we made sure to see it ... but hey, the hotel turned out to be much better than I expected ... even had air conditioning and cable in the rooms ... clear funcoinaba between 11 of nch and 4 in the morning so that I am sorry have closed all the windows to keep the room cool ...
Day trips included a safari in Chitwan elephant in the park, where we saw crocodiles and rhinos in the performance of their daily lives ... ah of course, and rode an elephant that is no small thing ...
After the safari we went to an area of \u200b\u200bthe river where we swam with elephants ... amazing! We got in at 3 per elephant, and a tipitos shouted things like dogs who obey, and we spit water elephant's trunk, again and again until we pulled into the water ... in short, very funny though, as in the River Kwai, conjunctivitis was the order of the day ... We
also a walk through part of the park, looking a little wild animal life, and before starting the tour guide gave us an introduction to the care we had to have, and we had to be silent to avoid problems .. . even told us what we should do if a tiger was chasing us! We made the drawings of how we had to run, zig zag, to mislead in any way ... cagazo can imagine the conversation we had with the ... "And well, so if a tiger wants morfar ... this ... not, run fast ...?"
The reality was that thanks to this Charlita could do the walk with some adrenaline, because the closest thing to a tiger we saw was the logo of my muscular Tiger (Vietnamese beer) ... we all quietly and well located along the road, and suddenly we spend two weaknesses that came with a chicken head in hand, and hitting screams deserved the lion king appeared to morph ... but nothing happened ... so we ended up seeing only ride a rhino in the distance and some gazelles ...
Once this share went wild life in Chitwan to Pokhara ... some had chosen the option of trekking in the Annapurna base in the Himalayas, so we went right to the mountain, about 3 hours to walk up to the camp where we would spend night ...
An adventure that climb, with an impressive heat until the rain decided to freshen up a bit ... In view of the city from the mountain was incredible, and I ate that mountain legs too ...
As we climbed, some local kids came up beside us, asking for pens or candy ... Laughing and cursing our lack of athletic ability ... one was sure to clamor for a ride with horse ...
Finally, we reached the camp and we moved with great joy, to recover a little air and shrimp ... once again, far from being a simple rustic camp looked like a hotel, with huge tents for two, showers and bathrooms and a living area, where we ate and played cards while we were trying to be victims of the leeches that were feasting on shrimp of some ...
After a memorable record of 8-0 in the trick I shared with Sam as a couple, the top 8 beers which we take as a result of those games, we went to bed pleasantly the tents ...
Dawn was one of the most anticipated of this camp, if not more ... We awoke at 5 am to watch the sun rise from behind the mountains ... can not describe how amazing it was that landscape ... out of the tent and see the sun rise from behind those peaks peaks, some of the highest in the world ... simply amazing!
breakfast, we took many pictures, and about 9 am we went down the mountain to leave for Pokhara ...
The main attraction of Pokhara, along with trekking and night on the mountain, was clearly of Uruguay 3-0 against South Africa we had the good fortune to see in the hotel with big screen ... clear, it was a celebration in Uruguay and must have been those festivities, but ... is what we have ...
We left Pokhara to Kathmandu for two nights in the capital ... mainly had free time to do what we want, since the tours we did in the first two days, so we manage to pay these days of rest and fun ...
In Kathmandu apparently there are no traffic lights, or at least do not remember seeing any ... complicated corners there are two controlling tipitos that nobody dies, and that's the light ... going for the market to do some comprillas was an adventure to cross the street ... but we saw no accidents either, so do not be so bad work ... although I do not become too much trouble if they hit someone ... gives the impression that they are still long and it's all good ...
addition
purchases that clearly could not miss, a schedule of extra activities completed calendar ...
Nepal has one of the highest bungy in the world jumpings ... 160 meters high ... having made one from 43 meters in New Zealand knew it was not an option for me ... well to jump in NZ need much time to acclimatize mental ... laburando came the idea for years, and I'd have to know how it felt ... but now it was unnecessary, plus it was not psychologically prepared for this madness ... I had no chance garment ...
Anyway, we left the bungy at 7 am, in a 3 hour mini bus, in addition to not having air conditioning, gave me ample time to ponder how she was shitting and getting on in that bondi ... luckily I had my book Agassi to spend those hours with their heads in their world and not mine ... We arrived at the hotel
"Last Resort", where ironically he thought he could be my last day, and when we went to cross the bridge from where we were supposed to shoot, my cagazo tripled ... and to join the cagazo had already in advance, we had an hour and a half wait before taking us to the bridge, which obviously leaves the head laburo to fart ....
Finally, I discovered I'm a masochist with these things ... the wrong way, really the wrong way before you do, but still forced me, not if the enjoyment I get when I finished and I'm still alive, or because I want to prove to myself that even with so much fear as I can get over it and encouraging me to do things like that ... no, but the wrong way ...
We were 21 in total we went, and at least was not the only shit ... not whether it was the most screwed up, but at least it was not the only ... The videos reveal the feelings of everyone in the minutes before the break, and there are over one showing panic, but you get the Golden Iris is Mel, almost knocking him to lean with it ...
important thing is that we all throw away, and we all roll up after ... Those sons of bitches make you climb a hill of stone and mud for half an hour to reach the hotel ... it is not so easy task under normal conditions, but after it jump that leaves you with the head turned, it is simply inhumane ... no stairs, can be prohibited by law ...
bungy We turned to Kathmandu on a journey that lasted twice in the first leg ... 7 hours on the road, with a picket in the middle and everything ... an adventure that we had not paid the bungy, but we ended up arriving safely at Shangri-la Hotel in Kathmandu, to urgently take a nap before the party he had organized for that night ...
doughty To continue with the next day the party went with Clari and others (some of which had also done the bungy) to fly the Himalayas, and see Everest from above, in a small plane propeller Buddha Air ... a ride that lasted an hour ... Clearly we
right of the party to the airport and take the small plane to see the world's highest peak ... supposedly as Everest is in Nepal, we could not get too close, otherwise to be crossing the border with Tibet would have happened with passports and other ... for me we made the 50's, but ... the ride was great, we saw much of the Andes from the plane, and the great attraction, surpassing Everest above the rest of the peaks ... but I still left with little taste, expected to pass over the giant ...
The closest of Everest I felt was taking a beer with your name ... and obviously was chosen destination.
Nepal, one of the most incredible journey for me ... all impressed me ... people, places, culture, diversity avtividades ... I missed the touch Tibetan, but with what I already lived enough to say that is an incredible country.
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