Goats (21st Oct)

For different reasons I end up spending more time in Kathmandu than I wanted. During this time I made some improvements, being able to cross the road one my own was my biggest achievement.

There was one street in the city center I loved, why? It was full of goats, hundreds of them all around,  such a beautiful view, some of them even travelling on buses rooftops. Later I learnt that there was a festival happening and they were to be murdered at temples, so sad 😦

From the few nearby sites I visited from Ktm Bhaktapur was probably the nicest, a pretty medieval town with a very charming atmosphere. I was there before the goats holocaust. As a part of the same festival a lot of things were happening: streets lighted with lots of candles, people singing and drumming around, strange rituals at temples and much more… As I didn’t do any previous research on the matter all seemed quite random to me. I felt hypnotized as in a David Lynch movie, without understanding most of it. Anyway, I guess you shouldn’t expect a lot of logic when it comes to religion.

The big jump

3 seconds is nothing… that’s what she said. I think they are usually enough and when falling from a suspension bridge over a 160m gorge 3 seconds felt too long to me. I always was very scared of heights and barely could get some sleep the night before. I know this is an irrational fear as it is the one I have to snakes, have others more well-founded: working, black c___s… Anyway I thought that doing bungee could help with this and I don’t know if it did but can tell it was awesome! After that I stayed at the last resort, a pretty cool place for chilling out on the beautiful Bhote Koshi river gorge, where next day I went for some rafting.

Worth mentioning as well was a visit to Patan, almost a suburb of Kathmandu only separated by a river. Patan is a bit touristy but a really nice place with a lot of temples worth seeing. Have to say didn’t check many of them as I spent most of the time at the main square chatting with some locals, specially lovely Sanu, who was working there as a ticket counter to pay for her studies. Sanu brought me some food and insisted on me coming back so she would cook some special Nepalese meal and will start knitting a nice bag for me.

Today I decided to indulge myself with some western luxury and spent 10p in a toilette paper roll.



I was not planning to write that early, but I felt so overwhelmed by the amount of likes and comments on my first post that I decided to go for a quick post.

As I don’t have that much to tell, the main reason for this post is to say thank you! Dhanyabad as they say here, my 2nd word, can even say it with the funny head tilt the locals do when they have no idea what you are asking about. At a new word per day looks like Nepalese is making its way to my cv.

Apart from that I arrived yesterday in Kathmandu and things are running smoothly apart from a couple of scams, but I am learning…

The most remarkable thing I have seen so far is the monkey temple. As you can guess it is a temple with monkeys around. They get food from tourists and spend pretty much their time scratching their pinky balls, sounds like a good life plan eh? I felt a bit hungry when there so tried to steal a banana from one of them that had a bunch but the fucker was definitely faster and probably smarter than me, fail.

When visiting the main square I found out they where having a kind of rocktober festival. Ticket was £1 so I decided to check it out, what could be wrong? Well, the music was not that bad but… they didn’t sell beer, wtf??? I can’t get a beer at a festival but I can’t walk 2 min on the street without being offered any kind of drugs and prostitutes… ok, got it.

Hello world!

Tired of being a wage slave for too long I decided to take a break and do the (2nd) thing I like the most for a while: travelling. It was about time to spread my awesomeness to other parts of the world.
So, where I am going to? Asia. So far I only have a flight to Kathmandu booked, will get there on Friday the 12th.
For how long? Will see, till I get tired or run out of money (most likely to hapen the 2nd one). Approx will be back when next summer comes to Europe (not Britain!).
What after? No idea. I don’t give a fuck. The future Julio will deal with the concerns of the monetary system and all that crap, poor bastard haha.
This blog is gonna be mainly about this trip. Really, have no idea what I am going to write about and how often. Actually, I know myself a bit and there a lot of chances I will abandon this enterprise quite soon as I did with many others. Quoting Bukowski “my ambition is handicapped by laziness”.
As you can see I started the blog last minute and didn’t have time to work on it. Hopefully at some point I will sit a couple of hours in front of a computer and make it look nicer.
Probably the main reason to write this blog is to get some relief for the loneliness that for sure I’ll feel sometimes and somehow be in touch with friends, so write me bitches! As well to be able to check it in a few years time and feel ashamed about the stupid things I wrote.
OK, previous paragraph was bullshit. This is just about uploading photos of me drinking beer on the beach to make you jealous.
I will try to keep writing in English to reach more people to have an excuse for my absoulte lack of writing skills and general coherent thinking. I apologize for the mistakes as this is not my mother tongue. Sometimes though I may consider switching to any of the other 7 languages I fluently speak (what? you don’t believe me? my CV doesn’t lie!).
Finally, for the very few of you that kept reading till here I promise next posts will be shorter.
Namaste! (yeah, I learnt a word in Hindi – Nepalese, I should consider adding them to my CV).