We took advantage of the laid back sleepy lake side town of Pokhara by finally slowing down and relaxing. Along with renting a motorbike and going to different viewpoints of the Himalayas, we also rented a boat to row around Phewa Lake. For a cheap 370 Nepalese Rupees or about $3.70 USD you can rent a boat for an hour and enjoy the views around Pokhara and Phewa Lake. What started as a relaxing getaway quickly turned into one of our favorite past times; a photo shoot, taking advantage of the glass like water and surrounding mountains. It was a nice break from the rushing around we had been doing and what was inevitably waiting for us in India.
At first glance, the streets of Kathmandu, the capitol city of Nepal, does not strike anything close to the stereotypical form of ‘beautiful’. With trash piles lining the streets, dogs sleeping on every available corner; too hungry to move, half dressed children wandering the streets putting their hand in their mouth to signal for food and small fires burning on the streets and sidewalks in the middle of a small group of people just trying to stay warm in the bitter January mornings. No…no one would take a first glance and call this city anything close to resembling beauty. But that does not mean there is no beauty to be found here.
As strange as it may sound, Kathmandu was one of those cities that for no justifiable reason, I wanted to move to. It has one of those indescribable vibes that’s absolutely contagious. One of my favorite parts about staying there was merely taking walks through the eternally busy streets of Kathmandu. Doging cars, motorbikes, brightly painted tuk tuks and aggressive salespeople and wandering through the endless mazes of narrow streets and even more narrow alleyways. You can easily get swept up in the sites and smells of the city. Clusters of women in brightly colored sari’s always got me to do a double take. I’ve never seen so many beautiful fabrics before and I was constantly peaking into fabric shops with bolts of it reaching the ceiling. Walking through the streets you can see the brightly colored buildings that look like the inside of a Crayola crayon box, smell the incense coming from every shop, see women buying fresh vegetables on the side of the street, people giving hair cuts at the base of a stupa, children running and laughing through the streets, and the colorful prayer flags hung from every where, fighting to be the tallest around.
Walking though the streets of Kathmandu sends your senses into overdrive as they try to remember every detail; attempting to make mental notes of everything. When we first arrived, I couldn’t get over how loud it was, the air filled to the brim with bicycle bells, car horns and people haggling over the last 50 cents for a souvenir. But it’s funny what you can grow accustomed to and start to overlook in a short amount of time. Beyond the pollution, both noise and air, there are layers of beauty just waiting to be discovered.