When in Nepal II πŸž

As we previously seen, Nepal is a land not only of nature wonders and beauty, but wonders of many other aspects! Pictures below taken from my trip to Chitwan and Pokharah (sunrise watching on Sarangkot was πŸ‘Œ)

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One thing I would like to mention that I actually like about Nepal, smoking πŸ”₯🚭🚭is not allowed in public places 😍 Great, but how about inside ? of course it is allowed 😧 so we cannot escape. Inside clubs it gets so hellish we can’t breath 😳 but ah well.

Inside fire club, 3 ashtrays per table 😢 may not be so clear but ah well.

Β Some people do smoke in public without a care in the world 😣 which is annoying for my British (abiding by law) self. I think it is good that it is banned, because adding smoking to the cloud of smog may kill us all. 🌫🌫 Not that the Nepalis will care but πŸ˜‚

Maybe these pictures will be able to show a bit of the dust among trafficwp-image-1021549519jpg.jpg

Maybe from this view

So if you happen to be in Nepal, please if you are a smoker respect the law and go inside any shop smoke all you want and then come outside. 🚬

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We shall return to the Turkish cleaning companies now. After a few weeks in Nepal, j’ai rΓ©alisΓ© Kathmandu is filthy. Dios mio how many times I held myself from slapping those wrists I saw dump rubbish in the street! People are pure rubbish! How can you do this to where you live?! 🚯 What buggers me the most, it is not only rubbish they dump! There is spit, boggers, anything you can imagine, vomit, piss πŸ’§πŸ’§and poo πŸ’©

Alors some pictures

Regardless, I saw some effort of the, maybe Turkish maybe not, cleaning companies. I did not manage to get a picture of my own so credit to monkey/Moritz for it.

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Moving on to my shameful stories. I mean how can one learn without making a mistake, n’est ce pas? This Nepal brings me so much shame, I can never explain! I had to thread my eyebrows this morning (it is time, a girl thing, boys no need to pay attention) anyway the word salon where I come from means a salon πŸ˜‘ so I saw one near Richard’s flat and decided oh why the hell not? 20 minutes out of my time before I go to the hospital πŸ₯

Morning of 6th of December. Richard in toilet shaving, I, standing by the mirror fixing my hair πŸ‘§πŸ’‡

Me: Richard, what do they call a barbershop in England?

Richard: barbershop, hairdresser … why?

I, in a tad bit of shame: So yesterday I wanted to thread my eyebrows before I go to the hospital, they were getting out of control like 2 🐦🐦. As I walk I saw a place with curtains covering the glass windows and the sign says salon on it. I walked inside there are pictures of both men and women hanging on the wall. All signs says ok. A man walks in and says how can I assist? I asked if he can thread my eyebrows.πŸ‘€

Let me pause here for a bit and explain one thing to you. As an Iranian I tell you this with pride, men in Iran can thread better than women sometimes πŸ˜‚ As a hairy nation πŸ’ gorrilla people like us learn all sort of ways to look less than a nation of gorrillas walking around (Planet of apes nightmare for most visitors.)b9c6eb555f5fdae8ab376f61e245d8279b075f1b799741510f96996939aac3ef

Anyway so not to be discriminatory I thought maybe that is ok in Nepal too, after all it said salon on it 😎 I sat down he is working on my eyebrows I sense he doesn’t know what the hell is he doing! I get up ask for assurance again and he says yes he knows. Then when he is done he won’t take my payment saying he never did this before πŸ˜’ I was a guinea pig for him!

So I go on my way to the hospital. I talk to Dr. Esana about it and nurse Rkshya and they tell me: in Nepal salon is for men and parlour for women! πŸ˜‹

Lesson: next time you are in Nepal you know from my mistake that salon is for men!Β 
Sweet of Dr. Esna she took me to fix my eyebrows at a parlour and then we had some cake at Flavours Cafe Β (delicious) to mend my hurtful pride full of shame πŸ˜‚ just kidding, I am just a fat πŸ–πŸ·πŸ½ who loves πŸ°πŸŽ‚wp-1483003904577.jpg

 

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Kathmandu can be quite confusing, not only for the fact that the streets have no names, but also everything seems to look the same! Their bridges, streets, shops, I am slowly managing to figure it out. The area I live in currently is quite nice and many sights make you forget you are in Nepal. Night traffic image from one of those bridges! Along with images of streets of Kathmandu Β (that all look the same to meπŸ€”) even my own neighbourhood now.

Lesson: you will never be lost even when all places look the same, because people are so helpful (most of the time) and will direct you to the right way. Just ask!

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So until next blog later tonight maybe. I am recovering from my night shift at the hospital, especially that I was in surgery before that for 5 hours 😷 exhaustion level πŸ‘†πŸ‘†

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