WARNING!!

Again, please do not read if you do not want to know my ...adventures. My stay in Katmandhu was short and sweet, a welcomed vacation from the crazy day to day activities that accompany living in Dhaka. We stayed on Freak st. off of Durbar sq. where many foreigners (tons of Europeans!) come to see the beautiful temples. Our room accomadations were provided by the Himalayan Guest House which is a quant quarters filled with pink walls and plenty of vegetation. The couple that owns the hostel were the first and the only couple to get married on top of Mt. Everest! (imagine that!)

I spent my days in cafes and reading Arundhati Roy's God of Small Things for the third time. But it was nice, and exactly what I needed. On the third day, Tim and I traveled to Nagarkot, a touristy city a half hour or so outside of Katmandhu. I took some walks through winding trails and began to notice that I was in a war torn country (bunkers...ek! time to turn back) And our gracious host, eleven year old Ashin, was the most adorable boy in the world. He took us through trails to see the snow capped peaks in the distance, which we never did see till our departure from the mystical city where seekers of enlightenment and daring treking trails travel. All in all it was a good time. Come the fifth day, the day of departure, I was, however, ready to return to Dhaka and the comforts of a culture I have come to love in all its oddity.