It's a rainy, frigid morning. I try not to drink anything at the hotel because I don't want to have to use the toilet later on, but it's too cold to refuse the masala tea that the staff keep offering me.
I leave for the bus terminal a short drive away, where I'll embark on a butt-numbing 6 hour ride back to Kathmandu.
Finally back in Kathmandu! Had to get a cab. Haggled the price down from USD5 to USD3 (hotel's a mere 5 minute drive away) but on the way out of the bus park the policeman on guard demanded 50 rupees (about USD0.50) from the driver for no reason, which of course I was expected to pay. Ridiculous. The cab driver could sense my unhappiness and tried to explain to me that that was just how things worked in Nepal. On hindsight I guess it's not his fault and I could have been nicer about it.
Thankfully at the hotel I got a great room (downright luxurious if compared to the accomodation of the past ten days), so that cheered me up a little.
Delighted to see a Himalayan Java. It's located above the only authentic North Face store in the whole country. Hahaha. I wonder how they survive in an area populated by shops selling counterfeit apparel which, to be honest, don't look half bad at all.
Cars are still honking all the time on the streets of Thamel, but I've come to realise that these honks are mostly friendly. It's their way of letting you know that they're behind you.
Want to get a small sandwich because this is meant to be tea, but when I ask the waiter for recs he points to the largest sandwich on the menu. I figure I deserve a reward after surviving that bus ride. Two Chinese girls at the next table stare at me when my order arrives, two halves of a colossal sandwich stuffed with turkey breast, ham, eggs, cheese etc. Solo travelers, let me assure you that there's no shame in ordering for two when you're a party of one. I even got a cup of honey latte to go with this.
First taste of meat in nearly two weeks makes me realise that... I could probably never be vegetarian. Haha.
I'm turning into one of those retiree tourists who sign up for package tours so they can eat at a Chinese restaurant at every meal. I was on a serious quest to eat Korean food again, but as the route to the restaurant I sought out was giving off some seriously dodge vibes, I ditched the plan.
I proceeded to seek out provision shops in the area, entering every one I saw till I struck gold at a Chinese one; now I'm back in my hotel room eating Shin ramyun for the second night in a row. WILL BE ADVENTUROUS TOMORROW :,-(
(Psst I get that Shin ramyun isn't Chinese, but you know how non-East Asian countries operate.)