Colorful

16 of September

If it's not roosters then it's something else. Tonight I had a long one-way discussion with the dogs of northeast Kathmandu, who really had a lot on their mind. They might just had been talking to each other, bit I'd like to feel that I was included since they kept me up.

It's possible they were talking about how colorful it is up here. What I could tell from the monologues, each dog had his own, was that even thou the city is sort of covered by that dense smog old vehicles create, Kathmandu was still sparkling with colors. The dogs carried on by describing the temples as lit with clean nuances of all the colors there where, and flags hanging from every top in long lines with more beautiful fragrances. One of the dogs had a long rant about how they didn't seem to care beige, gray or any other soil-like paint. This dog continued by explaining that the only soil-like color you'd find in this town was the actual soil, if it hadn't been passively colored when painting something else.

I did visited an other Stupa today, with a complementary temple at the side. It was just as the dogs had described to me, with these amazing long lines with flags, in all the rainbows colors, hanging from every temple- or treetop. These temple areas are seriously covered in flags, dancing playfully in the wind, washing all your bad emotions away. I just felt like there was something bigger when I was watching this, something to see behind all these playful flags. This made my mind wander, only the beggars could take me back down to earth.

The dogs never really quite convincing me about the colorfulness of the city, but closer to 5:00 some of the roosters could sit back any longer but just had to give me a piece of their minds. They where still doing one monologue each, but they all seemed to be about the upcoming sunrise. The dogs continued with what now more was a sort of discussion with just a few dogs arguing at the time, while the roosters filled me in about the sunrise over Kathmandu.

In the distance you could see one mountainside after the other, leading down to the sleeping city, with a couple of big clouds covering the rest of the mountain. These clouds then created their own mountains, as tall and majestic as Mount Everest it self. From this a bright red sun would emerged, and paint the sky in pink and yellow. In the foreground the silhouettes of houses would slowly come to life and birds passing in the sky in clusters. The further the sun travel of the ...., the more you could see the deep green color of the mountains and the blue shade of the sky. Soon even the colors of the houses would appear and one by one the residents would wake up and continue to paint this silhouette in more bright colors.

It's better then that, I took some pictures.