Something about nepali women.
I talked with one woman in Pokhara, a city in Nepal surrounded by mountains:
Me:«Which mountain did you like?»
She was smiling and answered fast: «Machupichucare».
Me: «Did you climb it?»
Her: «Nonono, it is a holy mountain… nobody can climb it».

P.S. How Buddhist society works? Can you observe things around you without necessarily touching them, destroying them, just knowing, that they are present and you are present with them.

Emotions, when you do not express them straight away may get deeper taste, almost like wine.
They can accumulate sun of those days, when they flowered and they may
Memories, when you do not express them write away may become your life and part of you.
HEre I write about our first days in Nepal.
I was prepared to see a lot of poverty. But actually what I saw was not the one, which I expected to see.
I saw many children with dirty cloths and with eyes of small hungry wolves,
I saw old men sitting on the streets and cleaning their metalic plates in order to prepare a bit of rice, stading
in the bag on a dusty road,
I saw women washing cloths just on the streets of Kathmandu, but I did not see
unhappy people, or people bagging because they were on a border of suffering.
Was it because everone is equally poor? Or because they do belive that their place now is indeed not too bad?
I did not know.