Nepal is a country which has made an impression of a million images in my head. I remember them as if they were pictures hanging on my wall.
Image 1: A laundry line strung between two houses in Pokhara. Hanging from the laundry line are brilliant saris, holey underwear, and a few men's tank tops. Next to the clothing strands of opaque animal intestines are hanging out to dry as well.
Image 2: An old hunched man walking along the cobbled streets of Kathmandu. He is wearing a stark white linen kurta which is surprising, considering how muddy the streets are. He looks suspiscious of something or another. In one of his old wrinkled hands he clutches a large black plastic bag, the kind you might get at the grocery store. From a hole in the plastic bag pokes out the head of a live chicken.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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