My story of Kathmandu

The one about how I got cooties, how I forgot my contacts, how I found true bugs on my bedsheets in two different hotels, how I bought the most expensive crystals in a place where they should give it out for free and how, in the end of my journey, I met the most amazing people.

Life is a bag of coincidences

Life is full of chances, of opportunities and coincidences.
Life is unexpected yet astonishing in its beauty. Life is fragile and precious. Every single moment is frail and needs to be kept carefully in our minds, locked in the cherished memories.

Here I am, just sitting with two inspiring people; sitting by the lake where I spent almost three months selling macrame; but now I am simply enjoying the view and appreciating the free time- the holidays I have earned, the time of not having to worry about the money, people, about anything.
It was a chain of coincidences which brought all of us here.

One for the morning

I woke up this morning,
wondering aimelessly about the day,
wondering again in the pain,
what is a hapiness, what is the gain
of the life itself

what to do, where to go,
how to behave, and so
i realized the death might be
the only answer I see

so I went back to my room
made love to my husband
and killed him soon
before I'd be doomed
in this relationship
full of shit.

Coconut lady

At the end I upgraded from the old pink blanket to this purple one :)

One comes to Nepal for the nature, for trekking and mountain climbing. People visit Pokhara for the fresh air and holidays. They come and spend their money as one would on the vacation. I, however, went there to work and make money.

Me and Tom came to Nepal three months ago. I had some cash and 8 pounds in my bank account and … and that was pretty much it. We knew we would spend the money very quickly; considering we planned to go back to India we needed additional at least 4900 rupees – times two- for the visa. Of course, we also wanted to save up a little bit. Hence there was only one option: start earning. Since Tomas is an artist of multiple talents, I never doubted he could make anything possible.  And since I am a born businessperson, I knew I am able to cash all this anything. 

Let's talk about sex baby

It's your best girlfriend's wedding anniversary. Or a birthday. So you want to get her a dildo as a joke. Or you just simply wish to spicy up your sex life. Or you are single and bored. So you want to buy a sex toy.
Whatever the reasons are they are all valid, innocent, playful, and harmless. And yet, some countries banned porn and sex toys.
Recently I found out there is only one sex shop in Kathmandu, in fact in whole of Nepal. And then my further research showed that buying or selling sex toys- or porn movies- are banned in India! Seriously? So half of your population are horny men masturbating on women on the buses, wanking their dicks at every single opportunity, but you ban the porn? As if that would make all the issues to disappear. My humble opinion is that pornographic images would help people to let the steam off, and certainly not make them run to the street and rape the first girl. 

The people I met in Pokhara

I met many interesting people during my travels.

I met a Spanish guy, who by the way not at all looks like a Spaniard- his hippie long hair goes to all directions, unattended beard and clothes suggests he is a long time traveller and his image is finished with big glasses similar to those Russians used to wear 30 years ago. He travelled all over the world, and survived in beautiful beaches of Hawai only with his macrame. His pieces are brilliant; a true masterpieces with soul and a beating heart.

To be alone or not to be

Longingness for loneliness should be perfectly normal and acceptable. It is not.

However there is a difference between being alone, and being lonely. Everyone needs, and should be, sometimes alone. In order to understand oneself.. to listen to one's own thoughts, to comprehend one's own mind, to evaluate our life, to better ourselves.