Potraits of Nepali people
There are many different ethnic groups and castes in Nepal, and each have their own physical traits and traditional dress. On my journey I saw and met many interesting people, but photographing them was often not so easy. You can't just shove a camera into someone's face and snap a picture. Doing this upsets people, and when Nepalis talk about the rudeness of tourists this is one subject that frequently comes up. Children often readily agree to have their picture taken, but adults are often quite reluctant.
On an afternoon walk near the village of Shivalaya, I came across these four children. When they saw my camera they jumped into formation, and all I had to do was point and shoot. Note the different expressions on the children's faces.
These kids were playing near one of the famous Hillary schools. The girls on the left are wearing school uniforms. The girl and the boy on the right obviously come from families too poor to afford proper uniforms. The boy is wearing an adult-sized cap, and his tie is fashioned from an old towel.
I came across this lady when exploring the town of Bung. She did not speak English and she didn't understand the Nepali phrases I tried to speak. However, she was fascinated by my camera. I tried to ask if I could take her picture and she appeared to agree and straightened herself out, but once I pointed the camera at her she became quite shy and looked down.
Gentleman, Arun valley.
While walking around the town of Baluwa Besi in the Arun valley I came across this elderly man. I tried speaking to him in Nepali, and he was absolutely delighted. He asked me to take his picture. Once I got set up he put a very proud look on his face. He protested when I tried to leave; I think he wanted me to be his guest for the afternoon and stay for dinner.
Three Tibetan women.
I met these three young women in Thubten Choling, a village of Tibetan refugees near Junbesi. They were quite outgoing and giggly, and were happy to get their picture taken. But when the abbot of the village monastery came around, they turned beet-red and scattered.
This Sherpa woman runs a trekking lodge in the village of Bhandar. Nara and I had ordered Dal Bhat in a different trekking lodge, and while waiting for lunch to get ready I walked around the village and ran into this lady. She was very friendly and showed me the grounds of the local gompa (monastery), then took me to her own lodge and then asked what I would like to have for lunch. I apologized, and not wanting to offend her and leave her empty-handed I bought a soft drink and ran back down to join Nara.