Something bad happened to me today. Something that made me think about pirates. Not those in the Indian Ocean, and certainly not the kind Johnny Depp has made popular -- though they are my favorites! But well, I feel so bad. I want to strangle someone. You know that feeling? You have a lot of money in your pocket but when you walk into a shop, they say you cannot buy anything there because -- well, maybe because you are wearing a blue shirt and they only allow people with red shirts into this shop.
It is hard to forget a date in an aphrodisiac restaurant.
I remember the day. 29th May 2011. A beautiful evening in Kathmandu. The threat of a strike lingered in the air, the Maoists promising bloodshed and chaos over the new constitution, their threats keeping people indoors and cars off the street. But Thamel was bustling with life, as usual, for the worst of the threat was over. I do not remember well, but the banda was supposed to (but largely didn't) happen on the 28th -- the day she came into Kathmandu. And so on the 29th I took her out to OR2K. Wow. I've never been to a place like that!
|Mochitos. Photo courtesy of www.or2k.org|