The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “Kathmandu

The Unbelievable Lightness of Being

Posted on March 6, 2013

The sticky air of a South Asian country during monsoon season is thick like batter. I would sit on the balcony rail outside my room, let my legs dangle in the batter, and feel the sweet breeze of an oncoming storm. Then the roof and wire monkeys would flee, and, on cue, the clouds would roll in assertively, as if with exaggerated self-opinion. In August, the lush and sprawling Kathmandu valley saw rain everyday. Never a light drizzle or a modest shower. No, it was the season of street waterfalls. Violent in looks, soothing in symphonies, I would find a seat on broken steps and look on as the floods boldly evaluated gutter capacity. I’d watch smoky brown street rivers rush hurriedly toward me…

Photo Essay: Urban Nepal

Posted on April 8, 2012

Swayambhunath is one of Kathmandu’s many temples. Stunning shrines can be found there, as well as bricks, souvenirs, prayer flags, and immense views of the city. Within those views you can see the city bursting with life at the edges, like ants with the task of expanding their hill, as the tendrils of Kathmandu slowly but surely snake their way into the valley and beyond. Thamel, Kathmandu: small shop owners spend their days selling tasty treats like hot samosas with sweet sauce. Enveloped by the heat and humidity of monsoon season, students find a way to cool off without destroying their uniforms. Or not. After-swim chill sesh. Negotiations are more of a social affair. A mistake in focus turns out quite well. Don’t you…

Kathmandu, Again

Posted on August 4, 2011

My last few days in Kathmandu will be spent lolling about the city in a pouty yet appreciative mood, kicking street trash in humble dismay and dropping some serious rupees to get my fill of Nepalese goods: tea, spices, MC Hammer pants, kama sutra playing cards (to match my Mongolian set), unhealthy amounts of jewelry, anything, really. My bank account will reflect this soon enough – I’ll look at my suspicious account history and say “Hey! When I bought those paisley galoshes I must have been leaving Nepal in a state of bittersweet depression that has taken the form of an unnatural addiction to paisley and galoshes!”. When I’m not shopping, I’m sure as hell going to be taking pictures and eating. Because honestly, what…

Guangzhou –> Seoul –> Kathmandu

Posted on July 25, 2011

I GOT THE WINDOW SEAT. It was the best flight I’ve ever had, with nothing but food, music, movies, and pleasant people. I got no sleep, of course, because in the words of the great 30 Rock: “I don’t sleep on planes because I don’t want to get incepted.” Leaving China was hard. Tears were shed. Group singing occured. I haven’t experienced a goodbye that difficult or dramatic since Ben & Jerry’s made the grave error of discontinuing their “Festivus” flavor. My time with Korean Airlines was nothing but lovely and I now maintain that the Incheon Airport has the best bathrooms in Asia and the best 7 am bowl of kimchi. On board, they served hot pizza as a snack and frequently refilled my…