Saturday, May 19, 2012

Where the streets have no name

The often nameless streets of Nepal, rough, fascinating and distracting, are best tackled by rototiller.
or by chariot if you can convince 20 people that you are a deity.
The creepy deities watch us extra hard. The third eye represents wisdom, or so say the men who try to dot a big red one on your forehead.
You need all the wisdom you can to play rock-chess, "was that flat rock the rook?". Barry tells me a rook is "very famous chess piece, duh", but how can chess pieces achieve fame.
The temple bestows luck and eyes upon such games.
After a few thongbas, these buildings appear much straighter.
The streets beckon the eye with vibrant colours, and cowboy boots. 20 degrees is too cold for a sari, you layer sweaters over top.
There are sculptures in the streets. This one is worshipped, it seems, by nailing metal to it.
Durbar square provides lots of old temples, and many crowds too.
Hanuman hosts a colourful crowd.
All of the temples are tied down with prayer flags. Barry bought some in case we need them at home.