Photographer's Note

It was one of those mornings when nothing really works. Too sunny, no obvious subjects to photograph and of course people wearing clothes in all the wrong colours (i.e. not red…). I found myself circumnavigating the Nyatapola three times, in search of creative inspiration, seriously considering going back to the hotel and catching another hour of sleep or so.

All of a sudden, I heard a screech of tires and a motorbike came to an abrupt halt just in front of me.

“Are you a photographer?”

I hesitated. The question could mean anything, from “you shouldn’t be here with your camera” to “can you come and take a photo of my newborn baby”.

“Yeees, I am”, I risked, trying not to make it sound like a definite answer. But I thought the big SLR hanging down my neck and a tripod attached to my rucksack were too much of tell-tale signs to deny all knowledge or guilt.

“You shouldn’t be here…” (there we go). “You should be by the river, photographing the festival!”.

At that point I must have looked very interested, so he started drawing an invisible map on the surface of the road with his finger. There were two narrow streets on it, a small square and a river. I rushed in the direction he pointed at and I soon found these people standing by the water.

Now… I know you’re all hoping to hear a proper scientific explanation of this cultural phenomenon but I have no idea what I witnessed. This is just another random travel story to illustrate why I love Nepal and its people so much.

In WS – what happened next.

This is my last post from Bhaktapur and last one for a couple of weeks as I’m off to Japan and Taiwan tomorrow.

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Additional Photos by Kasia Nowak (kasianowak) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Note Writer [C: 1255 W: 3 N: 2124] (12719)
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