Brunch in Boudhanilkantha

Hello People!
Tapalai Casto Chha?
So, a mixed bag of stories, parties and other eventfulness... lets start from the top.
Pascal left yesterday morning and of course he couldn't finally depart without a final farewell from all his Kathamandu Kronies, old and new. I checked in at a small guesthouse next to the Snowman cafe on Freak street (perfectly situated for a day-after-drinking apple pie and coffee) and met him and a few others in a local mo:mo shack nearby, ordered some tea and after a long long long wait, we drank it... Pascal commented that they must have been inventing it before they could make it :)
The next stop was a lovely Nepali restaurant underneath an Israeli Vegetarian restaurant, where the atmosphere was smokey and asian with posters saying 'Aum sweet Aum' - lol, and dal baat for 100rps - I, however, opted for the buff chilly - with major recurring consequences... My first sick day was yesterday! That buff did not sit well with me, so from now on 1 rule - in a cheap restaurant, stay veggie or deep fried - end of. After an incredibly diverse conversation ranging from hepatitis B to stone henge to necromancy we headed to the shisha bar to catch the weekly live band, and true enough we entered to Billie Jean - it felt good, we felt special! The night was great, with such good people and tasty tasty watermelon shisha and red bull/vodkas. We, again, were kicked out because it was too late (midnight) and made the progressively familiar dusty walk to freak street for a midnight hash spliff to allow the conversation to become retardly funny - who knew you could talk about Spy Kids for half and hour! Needless to say, the morning apple pie was sensational... I am staying there tonight... its saturday and Jazz is calling so me and Yasmin, this lovely chick from the New Jersey are meeting for the Saturday night live jam - it feels like Greek Street up in here, almost home!
Getting back to the title, it is Saturday so the kids have their holiday... I was planning on making a campfire but left it too late to go into the wilderness to cut wood. So as plan B i rocked it over to the only supermarket (in my knowledge) to by the following; bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, baked beans and real ketchup - a full english breakfast for everyone! And their first one at that! :) Of course they all eat with their hands so the baked beans were unsurprisingly comical - its definitely not finger food. But the poor dears have never had an egg cooked in the way we do (not that I eat them) so it took a lot of convincing to get them to trust me that just because the yolk was visible did not mean it was raw! But Anglos - thank what ever lord you have that we have kitchens to cook our high-fat breakfasts in, A full english with one gas hob was possibly the most incredible kitchen experiment since Mohinda Gandhi decided that rice and grain was callous to one's spirituality. I left the children with mutual smiles and shouts of 'Meetochha' (delicious).
I am leaving for my house-father's village, dolhaka, in a week or so. It will be nice to get out of the city and 1 or 2 ks higher into the clouds... I just hope my jacket has been dry cleaned by then - it is taking FOREVER! OOOh speaking of, the dry cleaners is in this real plush hotel near where Im staying ($60/night) and i have allowed myself to be conceived as a guest over the last few days by making appearances to those who matter, receptionists, security guards etc... now i have access to free english newspapers, western toilets, piping hot showers and maybe, just maybe (its in the pipeline) a gym! I don't even use the gym but the idea of a stolen work-out is too lush to pass down!
Ok, better fly, i have to check into the Yellow house ASAP, one big shout of to Gussy - G Hustling - Cross, Such sad news of Rocket, he was a lovely lovely dog and is barking his heart out and chasing all the rabbits of eternity in that big park in the sky, he will be sorely missed. RIP.
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