Exactly unlike the constitution of my faeces, the past week has been long and hard. Plunging into diarrhea and vomiting a day after arriving at Pratik and Ganga's house, neither E and I were really able to fully enjoy our time in Lalitpur/Kathmandu and felt pretty bad about being a sickly yoke across their household. Arriving into Kathmandu a few days previous had been a journey of growing positivity despite the to-be-expected hair raising mountain road driving of the bus that brought us from the border. A group of men from South India, also on the bus, were very kind and helped us get to and book into a hotel after we arrived at half one in the morning. Two days at a pricey hotel in Thamel, Kathmandu's tourist district, felt a welcome relief after a
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