While in Washington for the Stewart-Colbert rally, I decide to try to get visas for my trip to India and other countries that I might be able to reach.
I enter the Nepalese embassy, a small, neglected brick house and find noone around. I yell "hello!" and still nothing.
Prayers?
Meals?
No music or sound
I wander into the back of the house and find a guy at a desk who speaks very little English.
As we are stumbling along, someone who can ask "can I help you?" comes up behind me.
I explain that I want a visa but I realize that I have no photos and might I just take an application? He says "no problem, no problem. Just put your name here".
"What about the photos?"
"I'll just make a photocopy of your passport photo".
I'm thinking that the photo in my passport already looks nothing like me; what kind of likeness will this be?
I never do get to see it, but he does put a stamp in the book.
"$25, please".
I give it to him in cash, and he thanks me with a big smile.
Nice guy, and I feel like I leaving a real Nepalese experience behind me.
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