They sell khataks here, packets of spices and soup noodles. And all my hair is turning white. They have a fridge, and they sell glass bottles of coke.
Here, the weather is beautiful. Sunny and warm, maybe eighty degrees.
Huge ducks wade in the gutters, walk by your side to breakfast. There are black goats in gardens. Pink, purple and orange flowers everywhere. Women in saris and chupas.
And in Pharping, there is no escape from dharma, especially staying at Ralo Rinpoche's guest house.
So happy here after the noise of Kathmandu. Arriving in the dark after a taxi ride up the mountain. Today, some small children called hello to keith and I as we were walking to lunch from the bazaar. Then they ran to us, thrusting huge orange marigolds into our hands. After I took their pictures, they gave us sticks of banana gum.
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