sitting on the table on freak steet, kandido was talking with some local people...
- no many tourists in this period of the year...
- what are you saying? the roads are crowded of tourists...
- i didn't see anyone today while i was wandering on the streets
but the way of exploring for kandido is not lead by maps and monuments. he follows little roads, were the people get together. he follows a person that sing on the road or a good smell of food.
he follows electric lines and cats crawling on the roof.
he likes getting lost. entering in roads and discovering new worlds. he likes having a glimpse of how the real people lives, where they eats what they eat. he's looking for smiles....
it can be consider a situationist way of eploring:
(Per fare una deriva, andate in giro a piedi senza meta od orario. Scegliete man mano il percorso non in base a ciò che SAPETE, ma in base a ciò che VEDETE intorno. Dovete essere STRANIATI e guardare ogni cosa come se fosse la prima volta. Un modo per agevolarlo è camminare con passo cadenzato e sguardo leggermente inclinato verso l'alto, in modo da portare al centro del campo visivo l'ARCHITETTURA e lasciare il piano stradale al margine inferiore della vista. Dovete percepire lo spazio come un insieme unitario e lasciarvi attrarre dai particolari. )
but kathamndu is a crazy town. people selling on the street everywhere even on the temples doors. roads crowded of motorbikes and people and cars. difficult to move. dangerous too.
the shape of the town changes during the day. like a living being. the same road at different hours present different shops, different activities. this town is inconsistent like the smoke of the sigarette.
in the morning hindu women are walking through the people carrying a plate full of goodies: rise, flower petals, yogurt, dried fruits and colorful powder. they are doing a puja; a sort of morning sacrifice for the next door temple or divine image. the they take back some of the blessed color dust and they bring back to their families. and everybody will have that red fingerprint on the forehead. kathamndu is populated by these little temples... sometimes in holes in the middle of the street. black little holes from where some goodness i peeping out.
and the smells. holy and mondane: smell of incense burning, of garbage burning. everybody smell of fresh soap. everybody is washing on the wells of the town.
to be continued...
Cushion cottage (latitude N 27 34 long E 84 13 ) http://www.clinic-nepal.org.uk/ 
Sir Mogu preparing a wonderfull fried pizza in pure colonial style!
Parking blackmagic inside the clinic
beauty takes time and cares
Traffic on the road
airplane bicycle
we love UK!
On the road to Annapurna
Villalunga in Nepal????
Kandido walking between sand and sky
Posts
