Meet some Gurkhas today

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I went to the Gurkha barracks in Singapore today. I've read so much about them here I thought I'd go and see what they were like. Luckily my cab driver was Indian so he knew whom I was referring to.

I went up to the gate and suddently saw a man in that distinctive Gurkha hat wearing the disconcerting khukuri. It took me a while before I worked up the courage to talk to him.

I have always read that Gurkhas had really nice personalities, but I've always thought: okay, "nice" for soldiers mean different things.

Boy, the guys I talked to had very nice and patient personalities. Truely good natured and eager to help. This is something that can't be taught, just a part of their culture. If I didn't know anything about the ferocity of the Gurkhas, no way would I have believed such non-agressive people were capable of killing. It just seems so incredibly bizzare. They were the exact opposite of French Foreign Legionnaires I've met.

Nice as they were, seeing the khukuris attached to those belts were quite menacing. one man had a revolver on his belt as well, but it wasn't as threatening as the inanimate khukuri.

Anyway, I tried to buy a khuk from them, no dice
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They were quite surprised and amused about my suggestion. Oh well. . . I thought I'd ask the man to show me his piece, but as he was on duty, I didn't chance it.

Gurkhas seem to be fanatical joggers. There were many out jogging in the stiffeling heat of the early afternoon. As an ethnic group, the Nepalese didn't look all that different from the Singaporan Chinese here. But you can always spot the Gurkhas even in their jogging clothes -- They're lean and muscular like gymnists.



[This message has been edited by tallwingedgoat (edited 05 April 1999).]
 
See if you can find Gurme Sherpa and tell him all the folks in the USA (Yangdu, me and Vikash) send our best. And tell him to write a letter!

Uncle Bill
 
When I read the thread and saw the picture "When Khukuri meets Katana" on the Kforum, it scared me. I only noticed him holding the one katana at first. Then I saw the other under his arm. Meanwhile the guy is smiling like a cuddly teddy bear or benevolent soon to be grandpa. I really do treat people nicely, but every now and then I got a tooth killing me and act like a jackass. In that mood, I'd think nothing of telling an out of uniform "gramps" where to stick it. Now you know why I got the chills.
 
Don't know if I'll have another chance to go there again before I leave Singapore. But I'll keep it in mind.

Too bad the barrack is not open to the public. I would love to see a Gurkha museam open up here.

[This message has been edited by tallwingedgoat (edited 06 April 1999).]
 
OK, Goat. When you go again let us know and I'll send you the phone numbers of Gurme and an inspector who can help you get "inside."

Uncle Bill
 
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