Nepal Travel Stories, Page 14

Nepal Water Cleaning Using Gravel

Nepal Water Cleaning

This is the water systems here in my Hotel in Katmandu, Nepal, the owner is a French speaking Swiss person, and this is not a common system.

This is not to purify, I think the systems is to separate any type of particulate matter out of the water. This systems pump water from somewhere, I think a well, maybe the public systems, however it pump water up high, then allows gravity to send to the room.

There are many tiers of stones that is there to clean. The owner is not here to explain.

Closer View of the many layers of stones.

The neighbor seems to be copying the system. Copying is how the world changes for the most part.

Nepal Water Cleaning

Interpreting Cultures

Interpreting Cultures

I am here in Nepal, I may have dropped one or two levels on a development scale.

The United Nations Human development Index give a rating for Thailand of 76 Thailand  and living to be 69 years, while Nepal has a rating of 140 and they live to be 59.9 years old. I think this is averages.

That would tend to make one believe that life in Nepal is worst than life in Thailand. I would say the smile index is higher here and lower in Thailand.

Interpreting a culture is probably a waste of time, unless you are trying to convince some rich country to give to a poor country. After that, I am maybe an expert as well as a person that has never traveled. We are both experts in interpreting culture or explaining cultures.

One time you will be 100 percent and the next time I will be 99 percent correct. I know enough to be 100 percent sure; I would never think I am correct about anything having to do with culture.

Cultural Ignorance

I have BBC and CNN in my room, a great room for 5 dollars U.S. per night; however, I can say that nothing is more obvious than the cultural ignorance of BBC and CNN.

I have to continually listen to the reporters says with an arrogance, what they know is happening in a country.

I am 100 percent sure I can take a photo or video here in Nepal that would make you believe it the most modern country on the planet or in the next photo I can make it the poorest and most primitive.

However to talk or write with an assertive voice or a voice with no passive tone to me causes problem. It is natural to say thing with conviction, then to readjust. Then say again with certainty.

Interpreting Cultures

Katmandu Nepal

Katmandu Nepal

I arrived in Katmandu upon leaving the airport terminal I was instantly involved in my second biggest security worry.  Overly anxious Taxi drivers grabbing and pulling at me, and my bag all vying to get the 2-dollar Taxi fare to the Backpacker area of Thamel surrounded me.

I do not think of Katmandu or never remember Katmandu as being this pushy, more of an India thing. However, who knows, it appears or feels like tourism is at a low; the only ones that seem to be here are coming from India. I do not know actually, this is just speculation; however, you can see India written all over the other Travelers.

I am staying in a Guesthouse owned by a French guy; he is out trekking, when he returns I will bleed him on the status of Nepal.

His wife is happy, she says,
- No King Power -

I have been here three or more before, nothing seems different yet, however the main road leading into Thamel need repaired. It looks like Katmandu after a large rainstorm. It seems to be raining a lot here.

Nepal just has a semi-coup or somehow the protesters in the country convinced the King to re-install a democracy of sorts. My experience with this type of thing, I was in Ecuador 10 days after a Coup is this, the people do not want to talk.

My experience is this, you have political parties, while in many countries they will mud sling or say anything to try to say the other political party is a crook. In the lower level countries they try to kill each other, this is more or less a fight between political parties and for a normal person, all you have to do is not get involved and you are fine.

People get involved because they want to be part of the group that is extracting large amount of money from the people. Nepal is already double taxed. The King and the Maoist were both extracting or taking money.

Asking too many questions can be dangerous; however, I will slowly work some of my old friends in Nepal to find out the skinny. I would says,
- Meet the new boss, same as the old boss -
As the rock group - The Who - said.

Whatever the case is they need few months of quiet out of the spotlight so the big money tourist will return. Luckily, they are rather stupid, na�ve and have short memories.

Gaza is a prime example or a comparison of the same type of crap above in Nepal. The Fatah and the Hamas are having gun battles, nothing to do with the Israeli people; it is the two corrupt political parties of the Palestine people. Politicians fight over who gets to control the money.

Katmandu Nepal

Andy of in Katmandu Nepal

Andy of in Katmandu Nepal
I am fine and trying to figure out the best way to use the internet in Katmandu, Nepal.
Andy of in Katmandu Nepal


Andy of
Daily Diary or Travel Journal

Mom wants Travel Photos

Mom wants Travel Photos

I can hear it now, my Mother and Father read all the blog postings,

- Andy,
Enough with the computer talk, go take some photos of something interesting...-

I can empathize with her, sometimes I do not like to hear my own thinking, I know it get boring. Whatever the case, I use my diary here to think out project, to understand myself. I do believe finally in the value of journalizing.

It is a wonderful way to take that abstract idea in the brain and making in a clear thought.

A blog is a suppose to be a log of thoughts in a way.

The word though travel blog somehow makes people think, when you travel you can only think about travel, the fun about travel to me has very little with looking at the Taj Mahal or leaning how to spell it correctly, not that I care.

It is the challenge of moving and solving the question, how do I travel?

FOR Mom, I am going to some good picture taking places soon. Nepal, Kashmir, India and Delhi, India, (Location or close to the Taj Majal.)

Where I may or may not learn how to spell those words.

Mom wants Travel Photos

World News from Cairo Egypt

I am in Cairo, Egypt, trying to clean up my world of internet messes.

I have a lot of post to make... soon.

However Andrew Boy Genius of India has set up a wonderfully page for me to check the news of the planet quickly. This is really wonderful, I can not see many sources quickly.

Thanks Andrew
I go to Mumbai within the next 7 days.

I was able finally to fix the photos on that one page, there is a RADIO connection in Niamey and I think that was the problem, it is like a Satellite, they can put glitches in Photos.


I am feeling real week on my abilty to keep track of peoples birthdays, so here is a little toy that has been sent to me way too much to be totally worthless, but then again who knows. It will keep track of your birthday and help me remember, so all of you that want me to remember you...

"You know who you are...!"

Help, me help to remember you.

I'm setting up a birthday calendar and need your help.

Just click (or copy and paste) the link below and

enter your birthday details. (It's quick, easy and you

can keep your age secret!)




Thanks "Life is Good"

I hope they never take away my new toy... ? But the internet is full of false hopes., etc.


I am in the town where I learned to be Andy, a small town in rural Indiana where life is paradise.

I have traveled the world and came home a different person, I have learned more about my home by seeing the world. As best I can tell Orland is a small settlement of German farmers, mixed in with a few Irish, Scandinavian and probably Dutch. A scattering of English, but for the most part it is an Americanized German farmer culture.

A farm culture is a different world than a city culture. Everyone in the town is Christian Protestant and probably could walk to church. There are three churches in the town and like a small German town the churches have bells, as last I remember they ring on Sunday morning.

I do not like to explain much about where I grow up because it sounds like bragging. I won the lottery of life.

Born in one of the nicest towns in the world.
Born to the best parents in the world.

Last night they all came to celebrate my birthday with me, we ate ice cream and cake, then my brother in laws and my father watch American Football, they all gave me cards and sang happy birthday.

I do not like to explain to people where I live when I meet people in other countries because it like a Disney movie. My niece is now a cheerleader for the school, like two of my sisters. Everyone makes too much money and drives them little mini-vans. My nephews and nieces are the who's who of children of the world, they are the future.

I am in Orland one of the best places to live on the planet.
Lots of smiling faces, and everyone knows my name.

I tell a story to travelers explaining how nice and great the people of Orland are, it goes like this...

I went over to the Orland Barber shop that is similar to Andy of Mayberry with the spinning candy stripe pole and 4-5 men sitting around getting haircuts more often than needed, while discussing world politics, the weather, and plans for the day.

The bring up the subject that a lot of Mexicans are moving into Orland. Like anyone in the USA they start to say that this is an invasion and although they do not come out and say it, they pretty much think this is not such a good thing. Then the get a little more serious, and they start to try their best to make a few insults about the Mexicans.

One man says,
"These Mexicans cannot take care of themselves, just the other day I had to go over and loan them some tools to fix their garage door. You would think they could fix a garage door."

The another pipes up with a second comment,
"Yea, a group of them broke down in the car the other day. I had to stop and jump their car, follow them back to town, and make sure they were safe. You would think they could do better."

Then everyone in the room nods their heads, and shake in disgust, I can tell what they mean, they are thinking...
"Geez, we have more people to help."

This is Orland, and very humorous to me. People of Orland complain about Mexicans, but they are so used to being good people that it never crossed their minds that they could have...
Not helped with the garage door.
Not stopped to help the broken down car.

So in a town where everyone is good father, and a good mother, they watch after their own, and anyone living in Orland is part of Orland. Yep, they complain, but like a father would grump around about giving the keys to the car, not a real good grump, just a way of bonding.

So in Orland everyone knows you name, and life is good, people go to church on Sunday and do their best to be good people. I was lucky to be born in the Orland, Indiana. USA.

People ask me how I can travel the world, the answer is simple in many ways, it is because I have a great family and was raised in Orland, Indiana. With this kind of background and some farmer common sense, I am able to see the world, and keep my head when all about me are losing theirs. All I have to do is remember my home, and hopefully try to spread the word, and explain what that paradise does exist.

Life is good!

So I suppose one day I will get married and bring home the girl to Orland, and live happily every after.

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