Katmandu, what a city! I walked around for hours in the street markets and couldn't believe my eyes! There are so many stands of colorful fruits and vegetables. Hundreds of people walking around buying the essentials, stands were covered in food that I had never even seen before. It looked delicious and I wanted to taste it.
“What is that?” I said.“ Taste!” My mouth puckered from the sourness when I put the cherry looking fruit in my mouth. I was convinced from then on to remain a simple observer. The merchant laughed and handed me a paper cup filled with what looked like oversized yellow raspberries at the center of 5 green tender petals.
“Aiselu!”, he said. “Much better! A gift for you”
I was hesitant, but I went for it, I smiled and thanked him. The big bulbs burst as I bit and tasted of light and juicy raspberry: The perfect refreshing snack for my walk about the market.
The sun started to set and all of a sudden the smell of incense, spices and tea took over the air. Necklaces of orange flowers hung from the awnings, creating huge blasts of color throughout the market.
Silver bracelets, strings of bright colored leathers, gold Buddha’s and Hindu gods smiling at me from pendants and amulets, glistened and sparkled, catching my eye. I bought a stone-encrusted little box, a beaded chunky necklace and a few shawls.
My wardrobe is definitely getting more interesting!
