This coming week is Tihar, what the Nepalis call Diwali. Our hostess will be leaving for her village to get a tika from her mother. Even more embarrassingly than yesterday’s faux pas, I learned today that I have been calling her by her daughter’s name all this time. I had thought I was so clever; as usual, she said her name and it fell out of my mind instantly but I spotted the wifi password was a woman’s name and I’d been calling her that ever since. No, it’s her daughter’s name.
This morning I walked down to near Swayambhunath where there is an ATM to withdraw hopefully my final batch of cash to pay my room and board bill before Tihar. Satisfyingly, I found my way back without having to look at a map. I generally have a good sense of direction but in those tiny winding streets I thought I wouldn’t be able to navigate.
Then in the afternoon I did a good bit of work.
And that is all, really.