I was going to get Miriam a new french press (coffee maker), as I broke the one she had brought with her from Norway. She had seen a cafe selling those here previously, so we went, only to find that the cafe was closed. It was a Saturday, and in Nepal Saturday is Sunday and Sunday Monday. In other words, the week ends on Saturday and starts on Sunday. No french press.
Then what to do? We stumbled over a great cafe, feeling very authentically French. Or Italian. There we ate greek salad and tried to finish off their water tank, seen in the back of the picture. Here, serving water was not a very popular task, and everytime we asked, the waiter would try to make everyone else do it.
Later we went fishing - Nepali style!
Varmrøkt?
Me Tarzan, you Francisca.
In Kathmandu, they also have many bars, with nice people, many pillows, cheap drinks, and the very, very loud music.
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