Leaving Nepal was really hard, as my two friends were shedding tears as I went to board the plane to Bangkok. But, I will never forget my time here. The last few days provided plenty of excitement and laughter to last until my next journey here.
"Hurry up, let's go" said Binod, Badri's brother, not giving me time to even put on my belt for my shorts and I was wisked out of the house. I have been staying with their family for the past 10 days, they were beyond sweet and hospitable. I ran out the door, not asking where we were going or what we were doing. We ended up walking 10 minutes away to the Sherpa Hotel. "Hotel" in Nepal just basically means restuarant. We opened up the door to experience a night that was quite more bizarre and surreal than any other before. The Sherpa Hotel was occupied by three younger women of the Sherpa caste, who come from Eastern Nepal.
It happened to be the night of one of their kids' birthdays. So we walked into the bright blue room decorated with birthday memorbilia. I looked at the table to my left to see a cat chowing down on someone's rice that was left unattended. There are children everywhere dancing to traditional Karaoke music and Binod asks me if I want some local Chang liquor. I said sure.
We then ordered food, rice with mutton and some vegetables. I bit down on the mutton to find that there was a little nail that slipped in. Yum! I finished my second glass of Chang and the night became more joyous and surreal. The now rice bloated cat kept starring at me and meowing with growing intensity. My third and fourth glasses of Chang went down, and next thing I remembered was dancing and singing to the Nepali music. I'm sure it was horrible.
I don't remember the walk back but they told me my shorts finally fell off with the lack of my belt. I also don't remember throwing up on the floor in the bedroom and bathroom. Badri also threw up everywhere. I was hungover for 2 days. I felt bad for my actions but you have to realize in these countries you can't say no to the local brew.
Kathmandu has more life pulsating through it than all other cities combined. I finished my time here with a Saturday morning walk through the city. I saw more Goat heads, balloons, temples, Mo-Mo's, cows, children, motorbikes and incense. i let the city envelope me in its arms.
I have a family here, and I happen to find that true anywhere in the world I go, if I'm open to it.