#momo machine in nepal

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 (𝟎𝟎𝟏)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ regarding this post of mine, I really just made a compilation for funsies. Also. this is not proofread. I'm just rambling here. Most of these details are things I scripted in and I'm excited to experience them tw: none, just messy grammar here and there

my mcu aesthetic

-I actually don't live in the Avenger's Compound/Tower (depending on the era) -Your girlie here lives in the Sanctum Sanctorum -Wong and Dr Strange are my mentors -I can look at the eclipse directly because I can't get blinded by it -Being in Kamar-Taj isn't actually hot, it's pretty breezy to cold depending on the season. But. it also depends on how thick your clothes are. -ALSO, since Kamar-Taj is in Nepal, YOU JUST KNOWWWW I eat a whole lot of Panipuri and Momo (Wong would buy some for me if he's in a good mood) -I made Mordo plus Nightmare the villian instead of Wanda (HIS VILLAIN ARC WAS ROBBED FROM US GRRR) -DR STRANGE FIOEFCWGIUHVJDOIS -Lolol Cloak loves me -I scripted in a whole new school into the MCU because I'm rich (i'm tired of being broke....) -I created my own superhero clothes (Like, actually handmade. No machines or anything.) -I don't go out to fight crime a lot (NYC has a freakton of heroes already, they can do it themselves LMAO) -My room in Kamar-Taj (yes i have a room despite living in the Sanctum) has a window that overlooks the city because yes. -No kidding, the training it takes to be a full fledged sorcerer is like training to be a Navy Seal but with magic because WHAT THE HELL THESE SPELLS ARE DIFFICULT. AND I GOTTA LEARN COMBAT TOO???? -Ofc I gotta be friends with Peter Parker. Oh! And Aunt May loves me -And ofc I'm overpowered -Dr Strange as a mentor is pretty nerve wracking at times -He hates people who are late (ahem.... me) -But he is patient. Just strict. -He'd do his rounds around Kamar-Taj to make sure there aren't lingering or loitering students -Someone give this man a break, he's out there in the multiverse doing the most -Idk where tf this guy places his bluetooth or if it's magic because wherever you are in the Sanctum you could hear his playlist (it can go to those 80s rock to classical music. But, I'm trying to get him to like Laufey---)

Dear God, I did all of this in one sitting.... BUT I WANNA DO IT AGAINN!

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On my own in Nepal: 06.01-06.02

Dhundup took a while to emerge from the shower, but I saw him briefly at breakfast the next morning, before he left for school. I wondered if it would be awkward, but it was like any other morning, perhaps with an extra ocular glint. I lingered around the house in the morning. These were some of the hardest moments for me—the lingering, the in-betweens, waiting to go—feeling like I couldn’t go where I wanted to go on my own, though I probably could. Sometimes I found myself waiting for Dhundup to wake up or come home. These were my least favorite because they made me feel ashamed, waiting for a man. I wanted to be busy with my travels.

I was due to go to Patan that afternoon, where I’d booked a chic apartment in an old Newari building to stay for the next two nights. At lunch before I left, Dawa and Hiumaya told me to be safe, as a white woman on my own.

“You are very pretty,” Dawa told me in that daunting way my father repeatedly had before I left. Over the last few weeks I’d come into a new relationship with beauty and the bits of it I’d received, warned of its dupes and misgivings, without ever feeling sorry for myself.

“Would it be alright to return to my hotel from dinner in the dark… around 7, 8pm?” I asked.

“Yes, of course,” Dawa said.

He told me a story about a Scandinavian girl who stayed with them and came home from Thamel one night with a man who Dawa knew to be a gangster. Dawa warned her, but she didn’t have ears for it. She left to stay with him and days later when caught alone with him and 7 other men, she ran for the nearest hospital, fearing for her life. The hospital called Dawa, her one contact in Nepal.

We concluded a series of bad decisions led the Scandinavian girl to this situation.

“Don’t be afraid, just be aware,” Dawa said.

The conversation—almost an exact replica of the one I had with my own parents before leaving the States, except wiser—made me feel caught in the embrace of the closest thing to kin we can choose for ourselves 8,000 miles from the family I’d been born into.

Before I’d left for Nepal a friend had jokingly referred to Patan as ‘the Brooklyn of Kathmandu,’ and driving in I thought this must be Kathmandu’s own flavor of hip, edging antique and modern. I checked into the apartment I’d booked and relished in all the space I had to myself—dark wood and terracotta floors, local made rattan and reclaimed wood furniture, kilim rugs, and moderately tasteful throw pillows, a full kitchen I wouldn’t use, and a laundry machine I would.

I ate in the cafe at, I think what must be, the fanciest hotel in Patan. The chicken momos they served me were raw and the diarrhea I already had, continued. Ever since I started eating outside Hiumaya’s homegrown, organic, vegetarian kitchen, my stomachs been in knots, and I’ll forever associate the streets of Patan with a slow., guttural spin cycle.

The following day I wandered into the Durbar (Main) Square of Patan, visiting the museum, where I was most fascinated by the exhibits on Hindu Tantrism.

Lying dormant at the lowermost chakra is Kundalini Shakti, ‘coiled-up female energy,’ often represented as a serpent… By arousing and elevating her through the chakras to unite with Shiva, the tantric adept transcends his or her own ego and merges with cosmic consciousness… For most of humanity she will lie there, dormant and unknown. Only the skilled adept will arouse and control her.

I am not naive to the ways in which new-age tranrism has run awry, but I am suspicious of the ways in which religion has suppressed sensuality, the opportunity to release the divine within us. This unleashing seems to me like the frontier deepened spirituality.

From there, I roamed the alleyways, popping into artisan shops, stocking hammered copper and brass butter lamps, singing bowls, jewels, and linens, stopping at a kiosk for tea. I ate ramen for dinner at a far better Japanese restaurant that evening. The rest of my time in Patan was spent like this, enjoying my independence to roam.

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After the chaos of India, my time in Nepal was like a breath of fresh air. Rolling hills, dense jungle, clean air and a sense of tranquility that pervaded every village, town and city we visited – it was hard to believe that two countries so geographically close and with so much shared history could be so different.

If I could pick one moment that encapsulated my experience of Nepal it would have to be sitting in the lush gardens of Lumbini – the birthplace of Buddha – a few hours after crossing the Indian/Nepalese border.  I don’t consider myself a particularly religious or spiritual person but lying in the grass, basking in sunlight and watching hundreds of pray flags ripple in the warm summer breeze, you can’t help but feel a sense of connection with the world around you. It was a moment I didn’t want to end and was delighted to find that peaceful energy persist for the duration of my travels around Nepal.

After our restorative encounter with Buddha’s hometown, we hopped on a coach and headed off into the hills of Nepal to the village of Barauli; a tiny Tharu community in the heart of the Chitwan National Park. For the past few years, the townspeople of Barauli have been running a ‘community homestay’ for travellers wanting an authentic taste of life in a Nepalese village: no hotels, no shops, no wifi and, we soon discovered, no air conditioning. The villagers didn’t have much but none-the-less we were treated like kings: folk dances, traditional Nepali feasts, a sunset bike ride on the riverbank and an afternoon safari ride with a rather unexpected ending (I’ve never been charged by a rhino before but it’s certainly not something I’m going to forget in a hurry!).

Pokhara, the next destination on our itinerary, offered a very different experience to the one we had in the depths of the Chitwan jungle. While still beautiful and lush, as the ‘trekking capital of Nepal’ it was heavily populated by tourists either about to embark on one of Nepal’s famous mountain treks or those who had just returned. Pokhara catered a lot more for Western tastes than anywhere we’d been before, both in India and Nepal, and having spent the past two weeks immersed in such a different culture, being reunited with brunch cafes and souvenir shops populated by European faces felt so alien. While it was nice to be reunited with air-conditioning (and a washing machine), part of me couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief when a friend and I decided to escape the Western sensibilities of the city centre and explore a bit further afield.

Souvenir shopping and sipping coffee in a cute cafe may sound like a nice way to spend an afternoon, but exploring a few locals’ markets, hiking up to the hillside temple, getting hopelessly lost in the outskirts of the city and hitchhiking back to the city centre on the back of a truck is far more my style. (Thank you so much to the boys kind enough to give us a lift back to our hotel – you were absolute lifesavers!)

Aside from our exploratory escapades, Pokhara will always hold a special place in my heart as the location of my first Nepali musical debut. On our last night in Pokhara, our tour guide – who had overheard me jamming with my ukulele in a hotel lobby a few days before – managed to pull some strings at a restaurant co-owned by a friend of his to get me a slot on stage with their resident band for a couple of numbers. If you look ‘surreal’ up in the dictionary, you’ll probably find a little picture of my singing ‘Riptide’ with a bunch of Nepali musicians I’ve never met before in a restaurant in the heart of Pokhara.

Mildly terrifying? Obviously. Worth it? Without a doubt.

The final stop on our Nepali adventure was, of course, Kathmandu.

After a rather horrendous 11-hour bus journey down the winding dirt tracks of the Nepali countryside, we arrived in the nation’s capital for the final day of the organised tour. We began with an eye-opening few hours at SASANE: a local womens’ hospice set up to support girls who’ve escaped the trafficking trade. SASANE was set up with the aim of providing support, educational and vocational opportunities to trafficking survivors. They provided us with a traditional meal, cooked by some of the girls at the hospice who later showed us how to make momo, and gave us a spine-chilling presentation about the nature of the human trafficking crisis currently facing Nepal.

The group then ventured into Thamel – the tourist centre of Kathmandu – for one final evening together before we each headed our separate ways. After a lovely few hours immersing ourselves in the hustle and bustle of the heart of Kathmandu, we sat own for our last meal – trading stories, sharing memories and all making promises to meet up in the future –  before returning to our respective hotels for our first night as individuals rather than a collective whole.

And so ends the first part of my Nepali adventure. The tour may have ended but the adventures were only just beginning – stayed tuned for more!

  The Trip of Lifetime: Nepal (part 1) After the chaos of India, my time in Nepal was like a breath of fresh air. Rolling hills, dense jungle, clean air and a sense of tranquility that pervaded every village, town and city we visited - it was hard to believe that two countries so geographically close and with so much shared history could be so different.

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Trekking Days 5 and 6: Tengboche - Pangboche - Pheriche and Acclimatization Day in Pheriche

Hello everyone! Before we get into the trekking content, I would like to announce that I have finally made it back home after idk how many hours of flying/airports. I am very pleased to be back in a nice, clean, not hot environment. Also this means that I have officially survived Nepal. I think I should get a commemorative t-shirt or something.

ANYWAYS: From the paper blog: Today took a turn for the horrible. It started out quite pleasantly, with monks and apple pancakes. In the morning we went to the Tengboche monastary, which is right across from the lodge we stayed at. They have visiting hours where you can just go sit in their main room and listen to them chant and occasionally play instruments and bang a gong. It’s quite a nice time actually. We began walking, stopping to pet many animals and then continuing on down to Pangboche (only 2 hours of walking and 70m altitude gain, easy stuff). On the way out of Tengboche, I had to make a long stop in the meadow to pet the horses, cows, and dogs. There were a bunch of people standing on the roof of the lodge yelling “Pangboche! That way! Down the trail!” because they thought we were confused and lost already.

“Thank you! We know! She just wants to pet the animals before we leave!” yelled Christopher.

“Ah! Okay! No problem!” they called back.

The beautiful meadow in Tengboche. The mountain on the far far left is Everest/Sagarmatha. This was probably the best view we had of it throughout the whole trek. Apparently it’s easier to see from the Tibetan side; Lhotse blocks it on the Nepali side I believe.

When we arrived, however, everything in Pangboche was closed. So that sucked. And also caused me to kind of give up in my brain because I was very much ready to have a short walking day after yesterday’s long walking day. The common route is to go from Tengboche – Pheriche, however we decided to stop in Pangboche because we wanted to do a side trip to Ama Dablam Base Camp the following day. Anyways, we continued on towards Pheriche and soon saw the Austrians in the distance. I picked up the pace a lot and zoomed past them, which gave me the surge of heck ya I needed to continue. But then it started to rain/snow and I got a surge of heck no (I wrote a sad face here). Things went downhill from there (but also uphill…geographically speaking). It rained and rained and fogged and fogged and fogged. Finally we reached a town. Except it was not The Town. It was Dingboche. This would’ve been fine if it wasn’t the off season, but it is, and so everything was closed. So we had to accept we’d made a wrong turn (kind of…I sat down on the ground and cried a lil bit because fuck the Himalayas). Sadly, there was nothing else to do but turn around and go back the way we came, into the rain/fog/wind and in search of shelter and tea. So down the mountain we went. Then up. Then down. Then up up up. And down down down across a river, past some doggos, and into Pheriche. We ended up at a lodge that kind of sucked, but at least it was open. Also the people were very nice and the pancakes were good. And the yak dung fire was warm. So what more could you want, really?

Day 6:

Rest day. We are bored. So we’ve written some poems. And we will probably write more.

We had to stay in Pheriche for two nights so we could adjust to the altitude. Sadly, Pheriche is basically a field of rocks, so there isn’t much to do, less so in the offseason. The most exciting part was in the morning when a bunch of helicopters landed right outside our lodge. Hence all the poems. They’re probably not that funny if your brain has an appropriate amount of oxygen, but please enjoy.

New hotel lodgings

Acceptable toilet

Owner is not impressed

His vacation; we spoil it

White people demanding

Pancakes and tea

And a suitable place

To expel our pee

Reading a book

The wind howls outside

The wifi password

They continue to hide

High above the clouds

Towers Ama Dablam

But all I want

Is some toast with jam

-A.S. 2019

This poem was inspired by our move from the sucky lodge with unacceptable toilets to the lodge across the road (trail). The lodge across the road was beautiful, probably the nicest we saw on the trek, and had some of the best food on the trek, but the owner was not impressed with our presence at all.

We found wifi!

Or so we thought

But understand the owner

We can not

So we sit and we wonder

Is Jen now in mourning?

Will she send a helicopter

To find our bodies in the morning?

But maybe the Czech’s guide

Can join the conversation

And connect us to the wifi

To bring Jen some elation

-C.P. 2019

A Czech couple showed up with a very nice guide. The very nice guide explained that the wifi doesn’t work when it’s cloudy. So the wifi never works.

We walked too far one day

But found a place to stay

The toilets aren’t nice

But at least there aren’t any mice

3/5 stars

is what the internet will say

-C.P. 2019

espresso machine, espresso machine

come back to life

instant coffee

brings so much strife

tired body

requires caffeine

and the smooth bold taste

of the espresso bean

-A.S. 2019

This poem was inspired by all of the sleeping espresso machines along the trail. Every lodge/restaurant/café has a huge sign that says Red Cherry or Lavazza (Italy’s favourite espresso) or Illy to tempt all the Euros that trek EBC every year, but they all had blankets over them for the offseason. I would gaze longingly at the espresso menu and the incapacitated espresso machine at every lodge. It was tough to see those guys in such a state. Luckily, from great pain comes great art.

Rest Day Report:

·      we moved hotels to one with a nicer toilet and a large doggo population. One even came into the dining room for a hug J I think he mostly wanted a momo. But he accepted a hug anyways. Also, best momos ever.

My favourite trekking dog.

·      A Czech couple showed up with their guide. The dude expressed disbelief that we were guideless and porterless. Then he started saying to his guide that this will be his “last hike”. Same dude.

·      Also we met a Spanish guy on his way down from Base Camp. He was having a rough go:

o   Me: “How was the trek?”

o   Spanish guy: “I need a hospital! I am so tired!”

o   Me “oh. They’re all closed”*

o   *there’s a medical centre for trekkers and Sherpas in Pheriche but it closes in the off-season.

o   Spanish guy: “yes! All closed! Terrible sleep! Can’t breathe! And no helicopters can land!”

o   Me: “hm” (he seemed okay to me. He was also using a lot of oxygen yelling).

Morning doggo cuddle.

Breakfast guest. 

Yeah so basically I only took pictures of dogs. There’s literally hundreds more where that come from if anyone is interested. 

[nepalfoodtimes-blog]

『Ting Momo』 I didn’t know Ting momo, I thought that there 4 types of Momo, 1. Steamed 2. Half-Fried 3. Fried 4. With Soup. If you know more about Momo, please teach me by the comment. ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:○/VAT13%:○ Rating▶︎4.3/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎4.1/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎○ Pos machine▶︎○ Opening hour▶︎Hotel hour Parking▶︎Bike:×/Car:× ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● #nepalfoodtimes #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #népal #nepalifood #nepaltrip #nepaltravel #nepaltourism #kathmandudiaries #kathmandunepal #nepali_instagrammers #nepalgram #prayfornepal #nepaldiaries #nepaladventure #nepalisbeautiful #nepaliloveyou #nepali #nepaliblogger (at Hotel Utse)

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『FRIED MOMO』 Crispppyyyyy!!!! Small Star Fast Food Restaurant Nityanath Marg, Kathmandu 44600 01-4227685 https://goo.gl/maps/JwmMLjtFTG22 ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:×/VAT13%:× Rating▶︎3.7/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎2.5/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎× Pos machine▶︎× Opening hour▶︎9:00-21:00 Parking▶︎Bike:×/Car:× ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● サックサクの食感。普通のモモを食べたら、フライモモにも挑戦しよう。 #nepalfoodtimes #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #népal #nepalifood #nepaltrip #nepaltravel #nepaltourism #kathmandudiaries #kathmandunepal #nepali_instagrammers #nepalgram #prayfornepal #nepaldiaries #nepaladventure #nepalisbeautiful #nepaliloveyou #nepali #nepaliblogger (at Thamel)

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『Khuwa Momo』 Nice desert momo. You must try it. ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:×/VAT13%:× Rating▶︎3.8/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎3.7/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎× Pos machine▶︎× Opening hour▶︎11:00-20:00 Parking▶︎Bike:○/Car:○ ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● #nepalfoodtimes #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #népal #nepalifood #nepaltrip #nepaltravel #nepaltourism #kathmandudiaries #kathmandunepal #nepali_instagrammers #nepalgram #prayfornepal #nepaldiaries #nepaladventure #nepalisbeautiful #nepaliloveyou #nepali #nepaliblogger (Momo Queen)

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『Veggie MOMO』 ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:○/VAT13%:○ Rating▶︎4.0/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎4.3/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎○ Pos machine▶︎○ Opening hour▶︎7:00-23:00 Parking▶︎Bike:×/Car:× ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● #nepalfoodtimes #vegetarianfoods #vegetarianfoodlover #vegetarianfoodie #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #ネパールフードタイムズ #ベジタリアン料理 #ベジタリアンカフェ #ベジタリアンランチ #ベジタリアンメニュー #ネパール旅行 #ネパール料理店 #ネパール生活 #カトマンズ #ネパール (at New Orleans Cafe Kathmandu)

[nepalfoodtimes-blog]

『Veggie MOMO』@Places Restaurant, Thamel Entrance to the new world of MOMO. Beautiful green steamed MOMO has a unique taste. Can you imagine What the red one are between MOMO. It’s not a carrots. It’s PAPAYA & WATERMELON. ANOTHER WORLD for me☺︎ ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:○/VAT13%:× Rating▶︎3.9/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎4.5/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎○ Pos machine▶︎× Opening hour▶︎9:00-23:00 Parking▶︎Bike:×/Car:× ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● 美しいグリーンモモが、新たなモモワールドに誘う。グリーンのコントラストの赤いパパイヤとスイカを口直しに。独特なモモの世界がそこにはあった。 #nepalfoodtimes #veganfoodlover #vegetariancafe #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #ネパールフードタイムズ #ビーガン料理 #ビーガンカフェ #ビーガンランチ #ベジタリアン料理 #ベジタリアンカフェ #ベジタリアンランチ #ベジタリアンメニュー #ネパール旅行 #ネパール料理店 #ネパール生活 #カトマンズ #ネパール (at Places Restaurant & Bar)

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『Buff MOMO』@Thakali Bancha Ghar, Thamel Here MOMO has two kinds of buff meat and chicken. Buff meat is common in Nepal and it is best to eat. The MOMO here is like a dumplings shape, this form is said to be Tibetan style. On the other hand, the round shape called the Newali style. The size is large, and the meat juice is trapped inside. It is the best to eat with a special sauce in the middle. ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● Extra charge▶︎SC10%:○/VAT13%:○ Rating▶︎3.9/5.0 Ambience rating▶︎3.5/5.0 Wi-Fi▶︎○ Pos machine▶︎○ Opening hour▶︎○ Parking▶︎Bike:×/Car:× ◯●◯●◯●◯●◯●◯● ここのモモはバフ肉とチキンの2種がある。ネパールではバフ肉が一般的であり、最もよく食べられる。ここのモモは形が日本の餃子のようで、この形はチベット式と言われる。小籠包のように丸い形は、ネワール式と言われる。 大きさは普通より大きめで、具沢山でぷっくりとしており、中に肉汁が閉じ込められている。真ん中にある特別なソースをつけて食べるのが1番美味しい。 #nepalfoodtimes #nepalfood #nepallife #nepallove #nepallocal #nepallover #nepaljapan #nepal_love #nepaltour #kathmandufood #kathmandufoodies #kathmandulife #kathmandu #nepal #ネパールフードタイムズ #ネパール旅行 #ネパール料理店 #ネパール生活 #カトマンズ #ネパール (at Thakali Bhancha Ghar)