Holi and other irrelevant stuff

Holi was even more colourful than i expected, to start with at least, after a few hours everybody became a muddy red. When surveying the territory from the roof, you could see every rooftop to the horizon was full of people, bombing other buildings, bombing themselves, bombing us with tiny plastic bags bulging with colourful liquid.



150 bags later, when we had finally felt successful with the amount of litter and stains we had caused to the surrounding buildings, me and Jamel (James, in english) ventured into closer combat, where we met a gang from a hotel down the road, armed with water guns, buckets, bottles, bombs, and a great variety of colours. They were currently in reciept of an attack from a middle school further on, so we helped them fight off the 5 foot army. Another procedure of being enrolled in this tourist mob (literally), was to control any traffic coming through the lane. For the (most likely expecting) unarmed driver/pedestrian there was no way to get through the chain of rainbow highwaymen, and so after a few seconds of miniature Sony advert style explosions the passer by was soaked.

after the fighting, a bunch of us escaped into the mountains on bikes to drink beer. This is Jamel.

I've been eating banana pancakes for breakfast almost every day, and the same for mango juice. Best juice i've ever had on it's own, even better than cranberry.

Booked to go bungee tomorrow, at a place called 'The Last Resort'. Afterwards there is a party overnight there, sauna, live bands, something called the 'Love Lounge' (?), and lots of food. I expect, a party like this hosting a bunch of young adrenaline junkies fresh from the fall should be brill.

My friend from the hostel, Adrian, or Indra as the Nepalese call him, is going east with his NGO to do some assesments with a school. It just so happens that a previous Miss Teen of Nepal is joining him, intent, perhaps, on hitting it big with the title of Miss Nepal. When we told Navin (hotel manager, but more of a friend), he was flabbergast. Apparently she's very famous, magazine model, etc. Am very jealous now, could have gone with them as they needed an extra person, but instead of spending the weekend with one of the most beautiful and intelligent people in Nepal, I'm plunging off a 150 metre high bridge. Will let you know how it goes before i leave for Tokyo...


Elections happen a week after i leave, which is slightly frustrating, if they had not been cancelled about twice they would be prime for photography. perhaps riots, police, danger, etc. Instead i only get photos like this. note the maoist flags up at the top. and how over exposed it is. pah.