Post and photo by Steph Payne - GapBreak Nepal, 2009
Anyway, thought I’d really open the door and invite you in for Nepali tea (complete with salt and sugar). The village we’re living in is called Dadagon (aka Dandagoan aka Dagaduon), it sleeps on the side of a mountain peeping into the valley watching mountains roll by and give birth to mountains.
The house I’m living with is a beautiful mud brick lung of air infused with spice and muck. I share a bed with Courtney (who is magical) and at night we leave our door open so we can look out, past the veranda, past a few heads of corn to the glittering web of Kathmandu. We’ve become devotees to watching clouds and Kathmandu
Throughout Nepal so far I’ve observed in the web of everything the constant image of opposites in conflict and simultaneously, opposites embracing. While I live in the clouds with beautiful people and sparkling paths weaving through fields of corn, where supposedly the tiger lives and the hens dominate; it’s only a walk down the mountain and I’m in sensory overload of heat, piles of rubbish, tropical trees with dogs and cows panting underneath, saris and tikkas, women washing by the road, men relaxing with their Nirvana shirts and toothpicks hanging from lips in an almost religious gesture to Marlon Brando.
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