14.12.2008 - 15.12.2008 19 °C
The bells started ringing again at 4am this morning. We had prepared ourselves as best as possible by turning in at 8am (along with most of the populace) but we hadn't counted on that damn black and white dog which lives under some huge overturned wheels in the corner of the square. At 2am, when all was quiet, this mangy mongrel leader decided it was time to gather together a few of his his local brethren into the middle of the square (well out of reach of my water bombs) and begin a barking competition with some other mongrels in a nearby district....he didn't stop until 630am and I vote, he won.
After 3 days sleeping in the nerve centre of Bhaktapur we are ready to fly to Manila Vanilla. Our "best room" in the Sunny Guesthouse has such a paucity of sound insulation that you can virtually hear somebody scratching themselves on the street two stories below.
Bhaktapur however has been a great diversion from Kathmandu, the medieval architectural heritage is still in reasonable shape and the people here take their daily religious prayer and offerings seriously. It reminds me of how Kathmandu felt 20 year ago.