8 cont.

8 cont.

A woman leans over, looking out the window and asks, "ces sont les Himalayans?". the plane is jam-packed with Francais. And everyone has a backpack.

Amazing. I am walking down the street in K behind an old Nepalese version of Barry Lopez.

Kathmandu, with all the colors, confusion. dust, cooking fires everywhere, and the evening coming on resembles nothing so much as an urbanized version of the Oregon Country Fair.

A problem averted, sitting in the hotel bar and waiting for dinner, these two young girls sit down and introduce themselves, and ask if I am alone.
Well, yes, but no.
I ask where they come from and the they say that they are froM the Philippines. When I ask how old they are (because they look to be about 16) they say that they are 21 and 28, respectively. When I try to insist that that seems impossible, they say that maybe it's the other way around.
Getting too complicated!
I tell them I'm leaving, but I hope that their time on Nepal is a good one. I encouraged them to climb a real mountain.
Ever the dad.

Just like in Paris, so many years ago, even though it's going on 8:00 p.m, I'm the only one in the restaurant.
It never fails.

I signaled to the band that I wanted to take a video of them (after giving them a nice tip) and they responded with smiles and namastes.
The lamb rogan josh and afghani naan leave absolutely nothing more to be desired!


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