Saturday is a public holiday, so again I was left to fend for myself. After a late start I went on a long walk to Durbar Square and back. Saw several temples of course, but the funny thing is the Nepali's leave priceless artifacts like statues or carvings out on the street for daily prayer. I saw a small bhudda on the side of a market that is dated back to the 5th century. Durbar square itself was a tourist trap, with all the locals trying to suck the money out of foreigners like me. I saw an American hand over nearly 10 bucks to take a picture of a holy man on the temple. There were police everywhere, sporting weapons from bamboo canes to pump-action shotguns.
Sick of the hawkers, i had a fanta in a rooftop garden. It was a pricey 80c, but the view was good. After finding a restaurant with a more desirable budget of $2 I braved the odd meal of American chopsuey. It was a noodle dish with a litre of sweet syrup and a fried egg on top, and it tasted gross. Even worse, I couldnt tell if the strips of buffalo meat in it were cooked or not. After a few hesitant mouthfuls I offended the waiter and retreated to the hotel, afraid of a vicious onset of diarrhea.
None came, so i ventured out on the streets to check out the shops. Some noticeable products included a whole buffalo being decimated on the street (next to the restaurant where i had just eaten), popcorn makers and cannabis incense. No joke thats what the packaging said.
For the unaware readers (if any), I am in Nepal on a kind of work experience. I am checking out how Amadablam Adventures works in the office, hotel and the actual treks, so I can do this as a future part time job. On that note, who is actually reading these stories? And who is "the old girl" that commented yesterday? Yes I am aware that i'm probably a bit old (they all assume im 20) to be kidnapped by a paedo, but why the hell would i want to associate with one? Certainly wouldnt help me get anywhere. Sicko.
Still no diarrhea, but after American chopsuey I dont think i will last much longer.
