some may ask, where are tom and joel these days? well here, you can find out.

Thursday, 13 March 2008

The Nirvana Peace Home and Kathmandu

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from Swayambhu, the 'monkey' temple. not meant to call it this, though. otherwise i get smited.

Now i see how so many people get sucked into Kathmandu, it's like a multistorey black hole, there's so many levels and ways of getting trapped here. In the heart there is Thamel, a backpackers heaven and hell, tiger balm touts at every corner, rickshaws wobbling by and hundreds of pashmina, yak wool and singing bowl shops. If this isn't what you came looking for, the dusty outskirts are perfect for exploring, there seems to be something different around every corner. I found a communist/socialist garden the other day, with naked people diving into the water and big red flags everywhere. Then of course there are the mountains, the hikes and walks which supposedly are some of the best in the world. Hopefully i should fit one in before i leave.

Decided to change my hotel, and immediatley found the perfect place, jsut around the corner, the 'Nirvana Peace Home'. Booked five nights on the spot. It's pretty much what you would expect from the name, a much more family type, locally run hostel, and smaller, which makes the guests feel like part of a family, or group of friends, rather than a paying foreigner. The lounge is the place to meet people, a bamboo covered balcony with chairs, rugs and low tables which surround a circular bookcase with cds and speakers. Only thing is, it's very, very hard to leave this place. Have already met plenty of fascinating people, one, for example is Benjamin, a french guy, dreadlocks, beard, looks a bit like Funky Jesus, who met Manu Chao playing guitar by a pool in argentina, got ordered by the Nepalese Princess to pull the rickshaw for him, and is currently building a mongolian yurt on the rooftop of his friends house. We went to see it. Currently only bamboo frame, but looks like a project and a half.

Momo is my food of the moment. The nepalese equivalent of Spains tapas, Chinas dimsum, or perhaps Englands digestive biscuits (?), its pretty much anything wrapped in a parcel which is either deep fried or steamed. Very delicious, very greasy, but i've found the more greasy they are the more delicious they tend to be. Have so far tried fried vegetable momo, fried chicken momo, fried buffallo momo, steamed vegetable momo and steamed buffallo momo. Steamed is much nicer.

I'm incredibly hungry now, and am going to get breakfast. Noodles i think.

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again from Swayambhu, part of something going on there. i know not what.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I want Momo now
Mum
x

John Pemberton's Bitesize Poems said...

Hi Tom

You seem to have swopped your mama for a range of momos. They sound delicious. Better than fish and chips!

Keep on enjoying your adventure in the big wide world.

Love
Joyce and John

Andrew Gibbs said...

aGreat times, a thousand things to do.
The Nirvana Peace Home and Kathmandu sounds a good place to be, will you ever return?

Meredith is off in the morning back to JApan for ten days then to Australia.

Lots of love

Dad

Anonymous said...

well, sunday evening 16th march, and work again tomorrow. about 2 weeks since you went, and glad that all is well. drinking baileys on ice, well imitation baileys on ice. this has to be the only reason i could never be a buddhist (no alcohol), a bit like bacon sarnies are to a would be vegetarian i imagine. looking forward loads to your next blog entry. just had roast beef, maybe that's another reason i can't be a buddhist?. what hedonism.
big hug, much love, mum,
x

Anonymous said...

where are tom and joel??? I imagine joel is safely tucked up in his English bed, but where is tom.....??????

I'm (avidly)watching this space. Goodnight (Mr) Tom.

(a not at all anxious)Mum
x

Anonymous said...

mmmmmm...food sounds good.
but cant imagine how steamed could be better than friedd?
teh western side of me has taken over...
whereas your asian side seems to...
well jealous
as usual.
but very happy for you
miss you
stolen your superdry jumper btw.
i washed it, but it still smells of you.
gross.
nah, jokes.
xxxxx love you, lucy.

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