Saturday, November 18, 1995

Kathmandu, thirty-ninth day


Eleventh day (!) after the full moon and religious ceremonies supposed to be more numerous than usual at Pashupatinath. Karen wanted to accompany me on my pilgrimage to the Nepalese "Benares”. My New Yorker has often made the trip and knows the place but she is not boring like those old backpackers Damien was talking about. She has the curiosity of a new aspect of knowledge already acquired. We went along the banks of the Bagmathi, a tributary of the Ganges, which led nowhere, admired stencils beams ceilings, talked about art, clothing, and finally, as always, restaurants. "Grimy" is the term she used to describe these places, like "Chez Didi”, on the rocky trail of Bodnath in which I had raised the possibility of a break. So we stopped at a small restaurant, overlooking the gigantic stupa of Bodnath, the largest proof of Technology was formed by a "Hi-Fi" (an improved audio-cassette) illuminating in his heart - in the tempo - a lotus flower in plastic, with red and green lights.
I have discussed a long time with Robert, who comes from London on the way back of the "Free Movie Show." A bit pedantic, Robert, but more interesting, as all these people I meet now from that age, than the fierce "trekkers" that belong to my generation


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