I wake up in the noisy and ill-aired hotelroom to a ringing phone. Milla, a friend from Helsinki who is currently volunteering in Nepal, is also in town and we agree to meet. Before the appointment we move our things to a better-aired hostel, which we found the day before. The owner charges us one hundred extra because "we arrived so early in the morning". We, two novices, don't have the energy to make a hassle, and bitterly agree. The next hostel, Hotel Sonmony, is not any cheaper but the room is peaceful and has a balcony in the sun. We meet Milla and two of her volunteer friends, Hanni from Finland and Juan from Spain. Hanni and Milla have apparently been speaking so little Finnish lately that we quickly find it easier to just stick with English, even if Juan is not listening.We have lunch in a cosy restaurant outside the tourist area: the waiter is an old man with the looks of Sidney Poitier and Bill Cosby, a hilarious character. He speaks very little English, and comes twice to confirm our orders, but he's absolutely lovable.The food is good, too, for the price. If anyone's interested, the place is called Sindhi Restaurant, ask me for directions.