I spent Friday standing atop a 1/16th of an inch thick piece of corrugated tin 8 feet off the ground while wildly swinging a pick axe to knock off the roof that was supporting my weight. Extremely cathartic. My pick sent 40 pound brick-missiles soaring into rice paddies, heaps of hay and dung, over bluffs, and into the mud surrounding the clinic. It was glorious, sanctioned destruction.
That night dan and I went back to Thamel for another semi-debaucherous night on the cheap that principly involved gorging ourselves at the one restaurant in Nepal with a wood fired brick pizza oven. I ate a leafy vegetable for the first time in months and it felt like some extremely guilty pleasure. We spent the night in a guest house that cost 1/100th the price of the meal. Most of the night I felt like winged demons were sucking the life out of me. The fist sized holes in the window screen meant that for the entire evening mosquitos were in holding patterns over my head.
this morning we had another amazing continental breakfast, and then did some souvenir/gift shopping at the tourist shops. I'm kind of hoping that I end up in a town with a real winter so that I have an excuse to wear this sherpa gear that I bought today.
2 comments:
haha did you eat at fire and ice? i LOVE that place man! just off the phone with my nepali homestay family out in dhumbarahi. if you need anything let me know and maybe i can hook you all up. glad to live vicariously through your ventures. keep em comin!
this was the roadhouse cafe. the yak cheese pizza margherita was fantastic but the place is sadly lacking in Swayze-ana.
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