During the travel time in Himala, I slept in the evening with a snoring sound. I woke up in the morning against the sea breeze. In the afternoon, I went to the cafe at the beach to order a cup of my favorite hot chocolate, and the trip slowed down. There is a characteristic in the people that Himala encounters, that is, time is particularly slow on them. often see one or two Europeans and Americans sitting on the roadside reading a book or sleeping. The locals are drinking tea at the teahouse in twos and threes. The store is open at noon, the vehicles on the road are scarce, and the waves cover the buzz of the city. Now, I heard the sound of laughter in the sea, every day, and it is such a scene that people forget the time.