With the bus Pokhara-Kathmandu we really really (really?) finished our field research. Therefore the blog is over too. Almost. From now on we will update with some more posts about our general last day staying in Kathmandu (unfortunately I must say so much more boring than all the previous ones).
We returned to the capital and as proper tourists from the touristic bus (for the first time!) took a taxi to our “home”, which was waiting for us with carefully preserved bags and prepared room. This time we were having two separate beds and the bathroom outside the room, what a change after all those nights of shared sleeping space and no real bathroom around.
The following days (our last in Nepal) were spent on pretending to work, shopping and helplessly counting how much actually we spent. After making some mathematics and planning of budget we bought a super heater, which was brought out from the darkest corner and cleaned from thick layer of dust in the small local shop nearby. Just like in the old soviet times this electrical spiral- heater was supposed to save our time and money, being able to heat water for tea, soups, porridges and even dried noodles (we still had one pack left!). Indeed, the small heater “made in Dagestan” was a powerful as a whole electrical can. Though nothing is easy here – to make it work we have to stack our brand new metal bowl on 4 floors of books on to of our chair hoping that this construction will be stable enough. It’s still not yet the most interesting part 🙂 All our sockets are reminding me of my Thai electrical nightmares – true braveness is needed every time when plugging it in or out- sparkles really make me think that current is the most possible danger here.
We adopted a habit to go to eat to our lovely Yellow Guest House (I will really miss it!), significantly improving our stomaches (I almost forgot that the food is never safe here – apart from this marvelous place). Although we definitely got the fair reputation of total nerds – we always go there with computers and sometimes sit for many hours glued to them, enjoying the closeness of the garden and the luxury of writing on the table, not on the knees.
To prove ourselves as true Danish students, we visited the Danish embassy with the aim to talk about the Danish development programme efforts in Nepal and to make a personal contact so important in Nepal that, who knows, could come handy to convince Danida to support our field-trip with a small research grant, that we have applied for. In true scandinavian style the place was like another world within Kathmandu, hiding behind high walls and barbed wire.
We don’t go for parties. We want to go to night entertainment, but it never really worked. The one single time we sat in and Irish pub (drinking soda and eating salad) the rock- band performance was cut short due to “cops problem”. Probably the lack of entertainment is seen in our faces, therefore Linda constantly receives offers of “smoke”, “some hashish” and “weed”, whereas I’m always “tempted” by proposals to enjoy “Nepali sexy guys” or “massage” pronounced in a seductive voice.
Best contacts among the hippie-montaineer-traveller folk of Thamel we have with the amazing males – tall, stringy, fair-faced, tanned, blonde, experienced, well-travelled gone through all those book-story like adventures, fantastic conversation partners, life-wise, truly the most amazing persons. And in the age group of 50-70.
Once me (Marina) went to cut her hair. It was a very funny experience – the shortest hair cut in my life! The most difficult part, for sure, was hair-washing procedure. Three people surrounded her discussing how to make all the construction of me-towels-water. When the cutting part came, then it took a minute maximum to straightly cut all my hair. Very sufficient, I must say! Even though I’m sure the girl never learned anything from haircutting and the fee for such service was way too expensive (4 euros- Linda would do it for free :), surprisingly hair still looks pretty good. So- I’m not complaining.
Having many similarities with Linda we both share the passion for yoga and once we even went to the natural medicine centre across the street. Unfortunately we only made it to the first lesson of basic level – despite Linda’s inspiration our illusions were destroyed immediately after we opened our great budget excel sheet and realized our negative balance. However, we had a strong devotion to continue yoga by ourselves every morning. And so we did! Twice.
Marina and Linda