Kathmandu is a, for lack of a better word, interesting place. In my opinion, it is quite dirty, loud, busy, and overcrowded with poor infrastructure. But it's beautiful! I could not live there, but I appreciated the time I spent with the Kathmandu community. What brought me to love Nepal's capital city was my ride through a nearby town and the city center. I had a few errands to run, so Kabi (the father at the home where I was serving) offered to take me on his motorbike. Amazingly, I was NOT scared! Yes, traffic is, to my western mind, chaotic and dangerous, but I hopped right on and we got going. I saw great views of the surrounding mountains, women hauling loads of hay and rice that must have weighed at least 40 pounds on their backs, cows and buffalo crossing the street through on-coming traffic, and raw chicken and fish on tables in front of stores waiting to be purchased. I loved every minute of it.
One morning, my friends and I also visited the Monkey Temple. No, it's not a temple for monkeys, but a shared Buddhist-Hindu temple where a lot of monkeys just happen to live. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. I saw at least 150 monkeys swinging on tree branches, cleaning each other, and crawling around the temple; and I'm sure there were many more just hanging out in the trees (get it, hanging out-monkeys :-)
What little touring I did in Kathmandu was amazing, but honestly had nothing on Pokhara...
One morning, my friends and I also visited the Monkey Temple. No, it's not a temple for monkeys, but a shared Buddhist-Hindu temple where a lot of monkeys just happen to live. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. I saw at least 150 monkeys swinging on tree branches, cleaning each other, and crawling around the temple; and I'm sure there were many more just hanging out in the trees (get it, hanging out-monkeys :-)
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