Another Friday night in a different city...
14.01.2011 -4 °C
The only constellation I can point out is O’Ryan because of his belt. This makes it my favorite constellation..
I can see O’Ryan every night here because of the early city wide power cuts in the streets.. It’s after midnight, and the stars can be seen straight above, between the buildings are clear and bright.
Friday night in Kathmandu. There are more people out than usual but not many.. After saying my ‘good bye’s” to my new friend Lester, I walked home. Normally I might have taken his offer to walk me home but the street looked pretty crowded so I felt alright on my midnight stroll..
There were pretty multi colored lights above the sea of armed military in the streets. There were about a dozen men dressed in blue camo carrying the standard bamboo beating stick. Amid these blue soldiers was a truck carrying even more soldiers equipped with rifles. The truck’s emergency light was flashing red and yellow. I walked passed un phased. I didn’t know what was going on but I felt safer with military in the streets rather than random creepy men following me home.
The sound of a large gecko echoed through my guesthouse as I rang the doorbell.. That’s the sound of the doorbell to alert the security guard to unlock the front padlocked gate.
I grab my laptop and go into the living room/ reception area. As I begin to surf I hear bottles breaking outside along with screaming. The security guard slowly heads outside. He’s tired but curious. The siren sounds come closer.. The screaming and yelling won’t stop.. About 20 minuets later the security guard comes inside and hits the pillow without saying anything. The staff all sleep in the living room so I’m real careful to keep quiet as I tippity type away..
There’s more yelling in the back of the guesthouse this time. The dogs start barking. I sign off and head upstairs. It’s not a full moon however there was 51 district chiefs elected today so maybe that’s why there was so much commotion on the streets.
My morning had started when the cleaning ladies banged on my door wanting to make my bed.
I headed downstairs and checked my email and watched some local news. I saw peacocks, warriors, people with elaborate costumes depicting deities, and political figures walking amongst them.
It was fascinating watching them walk in circles around what I could only describe as the running track of a university or high school.
Since I couldn’t understand what was being said I just googled in a few key words that I did understand from the tv announcers + peacocks, lol, and read that this demonstration was indeed a celebration for the 51 elected district chiefs.
Another fascinating lesson in today’s cultural anthropology class..