In Chitwan, an area in southern Nepal, we went on safari on the back of a lumbering elephant and saw these solitary beasts lurking in ponds and green glades. Rhinos. One even charged at us as we approached on foot - not for the faint of heart. Exhilarating though. Luckily, we outran the strange wrinkled goons.
Last year in Lao we stayed in the jungle and had an encounter with a huge spider that the hotel named Irma. We all noticed it after dinner hanging out above our door. Ryan and I packed up shop and were ready to get the hell outta there. Justin and Megan did not think it would be good to leave during the night in search for another hotel in the jungles of Lao. So we stayed. It was pretty much the worst night ever.
We spent the last 2 nights in the jungle of Nepal.It was pretty awesome. I got to bathe an elephant AND touch its nose ( I will post more pics later) it was seriously the best day of my life.
So yesterday when I heard the words "uh oh, Irma returns" from Boo, I freaked. I grabbed Tweet and jumped on the bed with my camera. This is a pretty funny video of Justin trying to kick Irma #2 out of our room. He did not know I was filming.
I am actually kinda glad Irma returned. I pulled the "I did not picture us having to escort a huge spider out of our room during our honeymoon" act, and squeezed out a trip to the Maldives! We were suppose to spend 8 days in Sri Lanka, 4 days in the jungle and 4 days on the beach. Instead of us going to the jungle we are going to the Maldives. This was my dream honeymoon location but it was a bit pricey and not adventurous enough for Justin. But he agreed this was not the ideal honeymoon setting he had in mind and so we booked a last minute deal to Male, Maldives....
Okay, its time for me to open up the floodgates on my photos. I have been pretty stingy with them, but no more, you have earned it fair reader, behold a flood of Kathmandu...
In Kathmandu, in an area called Pashupatinath, the Nepalese cremate the dead on raised platforms along the Bagmati river. Running down from the Himalayas, the Bagmati river meets up with the Ganges and flows down to the holy city of Varnassi.
The air is thick with the smoke of the dead; mourners shuffle about in silence. Monkeys pick through the offerings like oblivious goons. A ghost like presence haunts just above your shoulder at this Hindu burial site. The bodies burn slowly and the ashes join the river.
Upon our arrival at the Hotel Courtyard in Kathmandu, the hotel gates swung open and a dog with the bouncy gait of an Arabian horse came racing towards our car. It was Tibby, ruler of the Hotel Courtyard kingdom. Sometimes racist (it is said that Coca Cola was not delivered for a month because the Nepalese delivery man would not come near Tibby and thus the hotel), always sauntering about like royalty, Tibby is one of the finest furmonsters ever encountered by the goboogo staff.
Bhaktapur is a medieval town where little has changed in the last thousand years. While the year in Nepal may be 2068, this hamlet of brick and chaos makes that collection of digits seem arbitrary at best. The city's narrow lanes are flanked by leaning brick towers and the savageness of its back alleys is told in goat slaughter and starving dogs. Truth be told, it is not a place for a first date. You bring her here AFTER you marry her.
So I thought this trip I would give blogging a shot. I am in no way a writer like Justin at all. I actually despise writing. But I thought it would be fun to upload the pictures from my camera and give my point of view of the trip. Please do not judge my grammar, I went to Celina High School and we colored signs to put on the lockers of football boys and practiced game day stuff during class. Grammar was the least of my worries then..
The Kathmandu valley is filled with medieval hamlets, rolling hills, brick factories, and goats. We had a driver take us up the hillside into Changu Narayan.
A strange undercurrent has taken a turn for the surreal during our adventure through Nepal. On our first day in Nepal, we befriended a 16 year old named Monaj and when we got to talking about music, he was only interested in talking about one man - Bryan Adams. He even sang the first few lines to summer of 69. We thought it was odd that a teenager was so fond of the aging rock icon. The Bryan Adams madness only ballooned from there.
After you become aware of something, it seems to occur everywhere. After Monaj spoke of his love for the crooner popular for such songs as "I wanna be (your underwear)" and 18 going on 55, we could not escape the stylings of the Nepalese heartthrob. I could not help but picture him bringing down the house in Kathmandu to a crowd of weeping Nepalese with a heartfelt rendition of "(Everything I do) I do it for you."
As usual on a trip across the globe, there were characters during our hops from one destination to the next. On our flight to Amsterdam, we sat next to a Lithuanian chess master on scholarship at UTD. Apparently UTD is one of the few schools to hand out scholarships to chess players. He was returning home to Lithuania for the summer months. Kristin swears his name was Cod, but I would almost gamble a fortune that it was Todd. It is a point of debate between us. Among his more difficult adaptations to American life was the appropriate way to navigate through a Subway sandwich shop. He was amazed at the level of sandwich freedom - all of those toppings, for free.
