No alarm clocks here

We arrived in Kathmandu yesterday lunch. By the way, I have seen Kathmandu spelled many ways, so I guess they are all right, just like my spelling, if you know what I mean then it is spelled right.

I bet this country doesn't have a single alarm clock, not a digital one away. The day begins when the cockerels start their music, and in this city when the car drivers start their honking. The cars and bikes drive in small alleys, roads to them, so as they approach a junction, which includes doorways or anything that someone could appear out of, they honk...honk...honk. It isn't in anger, it is just a form of communication.

I wrote some words up on the last couple of days but they are on the laptop, and I am using a computer which has a German version of windows and a keyboard with stuck on letters. No big deal, the diary entries will just have to come in a different order.

I watched the sun rise from the top of the hotel. I didn't really see it rise because it is cloudy, but I know it was there. We appear to be in a valley of some sort, a lush valley. And in this valley a lot of people seem to of decided to live together. I can't explain the streets or buildings here in words, it would be like trying to describe what a bad steak tastes like, photos will have to tell this story. Most folks I know couldn't handle this. We got off the plane into a MASS of people and was whisked away in a beater, on the road we past many cows, dogs and monkeys. You know those scenes in Life of Brian from the markets? That is like this place, nuff said.

I did get an email from Mum, seems I made the news back home in Grantham!

Grantham Journal

There is exploring to be done, so out for now!