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第二天，約六點就醒了！ 按老習慣洗澡，結果，昨晚不熱的水卻變的奇燙，不管我怎麼調都是燙的。 最後只有用潑的，將這個澡給沖完了。 走進餐廳，侍者將菜單給我，我點了幾樣想吃的的早餐。 點完餐之後，侍者告訴我：「只有土司麵包，果汁，煎蛋，還有【水果】」。 而這個所謂的水果是根芭蕉，比我大拇指大不了多少！ 灰塵、塞車、噪音、壅擠、垃圾、破爛的道路，這就是加德滿都！ 逛了幾處古蹟，都是廟，而導遊的「尼式」英語，讓我無法很明確知道， 所在之處是什麼名勝。 只有靠同行友人帶的旅遊導覽書，讓自己知道身在何處。 第一個廟，是印度教的Pashupati 廟，除了人多還有猴子多，小販多，乞丐多。 (Pashupati Nath印度教的古廟) 
(Pashupati Nath印度教的古廟) 
第二個廟，是藏傳佛教的Shayambhu 廟，這次是人多，煙多，小販多，喇嘛多。 (Shayambhu Nath 藏廟) 
第三處，是皇宮廣場古蹟 Patan Durbar Square，仍然是人多，小販多，鳥多。 ( Patan Durbar Square 皇宮廣場) 
逛完此地，是午餐時間，就近找了家餐廳吃午餐。 侍者拿來了菜單，我們不敢亂吃，怕拉肚子，尤其是肉類。 最後大夥決定，點「混合蔬菜炒飯和炒麵」。 所謂的混合蔬菜是：洋蔥丁、葫蘿蔔丁、青椒丁、四季豆丁。 至此，往後的日子，決定這一路上都不吃葷。 我們每餐主食就是：「混合蔬菜炒飯和炒麵」！ 食物上的很慢，除了我們，也沒有其他的客人。 但是，這頓不好吃的炒飯和炒麵，至少等了半小時以上。 (尼式什錦蔬菜) 
吃完了午餐，就前往某處的河邊，看尼泊爾人以傳統的火葬辦後事。 尼泊爾人大都是印度族，因此，仍然維持傳統，人在往生之後， 等待家人到齊，就以最快的時間火化，而執行火化的祭師都是印度人。 這種火葬，只准兒子或男性在場，女性是不可以到現場的。 將屍體放在粗大的木柴堆上，然後在屍體上再覆蓋一層木柴，點火、、、、！ 空氣中瀰漫著一股說不上來的味道：有木柴的味，有煙燻的味，有燒烤的味、、、。 約二小時，就燒完了。也不撿骨，灰燼就直接用掃把掃進河裡！ 在他們認為理所當然的事情，我不太認同這種方式。 我覺得，當人走完最後的一程時，也不全然都是，塵歸塵，土歸土的瀟灑。 還是應該有相當的尊重，至少，有個「儀式」。 
回程，心中想著，人在此地真的很「便宜」。 而空氣中的那股味道，從身上到衣服都沾染著這異味，一直揮之不去。 這晚的晚餐，就別去提了。 而這晚的睡眠，還能好嗎？ "Killing Me Softly with His Song" 這首經典老歌 相信很多人都耳熟能詳 同一首歌 在不一樣的年代 重新編曲重新詮釋 得過2次葛萊美獎 這首更加的爵士風 慵懶的浪漫 Killing Me Softly With His Song Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him to listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ... Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair. And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there. But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong. Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song. Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... With his song ... . |
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