|maya devi temple, the pool, and akosha's pillar on the left|
|inside of the korean temple... very beautiful|
The local bus from Lumbini to Pokhara, where I met up with the guys, took 11 hours to cover 180 km, as it stopped every few hundred meters to pick up or drop off someone. Unfortunately, it didn't stop for bathroom or food breaks. The two women in the seats in front of me alternated vomiting out the window, so I sat on the roof of the bus for a while. When I went back inside the bus, a chicken shat on my foot. I'm not complaining, though—this was not the worst Nepali bus ride I've endured.
|the bus from hell. i recommend the roof rack seats.|
I don't know! I don't know what I'm doing in 2011. I have no job, no home, nearly no possessions, not many ambitions. I'm feeling, though, that the pilgrimage won't be complete when I land in New York City around the New Year. Maybe, if I'm lucky, the pilgrimage will never be complete.
And that might be my deep thought of the week.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!