World Peace.

Being in Pokhara for the last few days has re-energized me before I head back to the beautiful Bastola family and my health post. I've spent the last couple nights being social with a couple of the paragliders I met et al. We watched the US V's England world cup game at a packed bar (the only bar open in town. The streets were otherwise dead except for the stray dogs out for their daily social). I found myself perplexed as to who to support! I have now almost equaled the time I have spent in the US and the UK. I felt loyal to England. But they drew. PHEW!!

Today I spent my afternoon visiting the 'World Peace Pagoda'. A white washed dome that looms over Pokhara. Built to unite all people and encourage peace. I took a boat across Phewa Lake and hiked up the hillside (sticky and HOT!) before reaching its' amazing platform. The Himalaya were pushing through fluffy clouds and blue bird skies in the background. (I wish I could share these photos with you....in time!). I sat next to a few Nepali teenagers. They were listening to American music on their cell phone (not your typical "Ohm namah Shiva" chanting) . All the same songs I'd rock out to at top volume (only to accompany the craziness of NYC driving!) to driving back to Brooklyn from our numerous ski trips to Vermont, New Jersey, or upstate New York. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. On my way back down to the lake, a young girl was sitting lotus position, meditating infront of one of many small stupas that are scattered throughout the hills. Her shirt read 'Brooklyn Girl'.

New York was in my consciousness today! When do I get to see you Miss. Liberty?

Back to simple living tomorrow. Back to civilization Thursday.
Peace!