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Published: February 2nd 2012
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Last day in Kathmandu - leisure day.
But first, the massage yesterday.
A few years ago, Moi and I were in Tunisia and both of us went for a massage. We were shown to the treatment rooms and there were two young Tunisian ladies standing in the entrances of the their respective treatment rooms. One of them was a lovely, petit, attractive young lady, while the other was, and I'm sorry but there's just no other way to say this, a right bruiser.
Before I had chance, Moi barged past me and went straight into the lovely petit ladies room! Well, thanks a lot.
I emerged an hour later, bruised, abused, ashamed and violated. After that, Moi and I made a deal that next time we both went for a massage together (which was yesterday), I would get the pretty one.
So, did I get the pretty one yesterday ?
Yes, I did. He was lovely.
Sigh.
Anyway, last day in Kathmandu so we thought we would wander down to the local stupa, Boudhnath and spend some quality time there. There appears to be three main types of visitor to Boudhnath:
1.
Buddhist followers, who go there to pray
2. Buddhist hoodies, who go there to prey
3. Buddhist tourists, who go there to pay
We noticed we were being sized up my some Buddhist hoodies, bur fortunately, I was wearing my security trousers. Anyone so much as touches me, my trousers explode, rendering it pointless for any would-be pickpocketer to continue amongst the ensuing carnage. You lose your legs of course, but that's the price of safety.
And so, as the sun sets on our last day here in Nepal, I wonder how I can convey our experience to you. Perhaps some poetry:
Kathmandu
Dog Man Don't
Pig Man Will
But Cow Man Wont
Duck Man Should
Goat Man Cant
Kathmandu
Is lovely.
Would we return ?
You bet.
We're off to Cambodia tomorrow ( stop over in Bangkok for the night ), so not sure when I'll next get chance to update the blog. Might be short delay while normal service is resumed.
In the meantime . . .
Aum Mane Padme Aum
Stool Flash As reported in yesterday's update, the abrupt change in culture did result in
a change in stool consistency, from strong, well formed, good sized specimens, to small nugget-sized shrapnel (or arse-buckshot to give it its proper medical name).
Imagine my surprise then, when this morning, I actually completed the longest jobby I have ever done (since records began). Forget the Indian eel, this was in a class of its own. Curled around the bowl in a giant S-shape (it had even initialled itself as an original work of art), I needed a cable reel to wind it up before I could flush it away. I was genuinely astonished (I should have photographed it). Moi could clearly tell this was something out of the ordinary and even displayed some interest when I came out of the bathroom trembling with excitement.
So, you can imagine my delight when Moi went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later I heard her exclaim "Oh My God!". When I enquired as to source of her astonishment, she said "it's happened to me too, do you want to come and look?". Happily I declined and chose to take her word for it.
Not sure what we ate yesterday that was different !?! Will have to keep a close eye on things (well, not too close).
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