Tonight I went to another festival at Durbar Square in Kathmandu.
The heaving mass of people smell and spirit was palpable. The colors the spirit. Every minute a new sensation. There was singing of hypnotic tunes whilst woman dressed in their finery danced to the hypnotic beats and chants of the accumulated crowds.
It was such a big event even the president of the country was there, so with that so was his guards dressed in beautiful suits carry very large guns.
Afterwards I was taken for a bit of a walk through a local neighbourhood. I was able to witness some of the best stores carrying the best stuff in Nepal. To all out there. DO NOT buy anything in the tourist precinct of Thamel I have been told by countless persons the quality is awful and your just going to end up scammed.
On the way back to Bhaktapur, I felt a little sadness. Life here is tough. I have not seen in my life a more adaptable
Yesterday I found out another fact, if you are a foreigner go and buy a coffee you with pay around 200 rupees for the locals it’s 50. I don’t know how I feel about such systems. To me, it feels a bit discriminatory.
The people I have met here have restored my faith in humanity, I believed no longer existed.