Transitions ๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš๐Ÿ

For the last few weeks in the Green House, everything was a blur. I think finally the altitude was getting to me ๐Ÿ˜…

In Amsterdam I thought my partying night was the last of its kind! I surely was wrong.

Glimpse of Amsterdam night out avec mijne Cora

Back in Nepal, the last few weeks at the Green house were just the same. When G was around I was out almost every night drinking. When he left I started going out of the house with Lena, monkey, Juho and/or Jay. Sometimes, we just go out of the house til dinner time. Still we drank almost every day. I bet my liver hates me ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ข but my body had fun so why not!

Side pictures on what was going on:

When village people came back we had dinner I finally was not aloneย 

Ah me and monkey visited quite a nice bookstore #pilgrims

The Green house

Life was as per the usual, food was gross, Dutch wave was still intact, I was finding my corners with non-Dutch people, like my lovely Agnes.

Hospitalย 

Could not be any better, I became close to everyone.

Dentist visit ๐Ÿ˜‚ water comes out of this into patient’s mouth ๐Ÿ˜‘ my mouth too

No matter how boring it got I still managed to have fun with everyone.

The too much fun, hence new nicknames for me. Now if you had visited my Facebook page you shall see I have been named kumari haha.
Background story:

Dr. Mรถtte usually teased me about my age and that I am not married (we are same age) So one of the babies, Alok, decided to name me Mina Kumari. As far as I know, kumari means unmarried ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’

With my extra joking around I acquired a new nickname, kali which means black. Because I complained ย (as per the usaul) about how Nepali sun๐ŸŒž (as if there is any other sun ๐Ÿ˜‚) is making me darker. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being darker. I just hate it because then I am definitely mistaken for an Indian! Or Nepali! I adore my natural tone, it is caramel delicious ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿฎ

My fair caramel third day in Nepal before it got to be unrecognisably Nepali

Maybe a tad clear here haha last night in Edinburgh was quite sad

You could have actually see my cheeks pink when I blush (not anymore ๐Ÿ˜”)

ย Even better here …

I can try

Even when I pig out ๐Ÿ˜‚

Because who cares, I can be a narcissist for a day ๐Ÿ˜ I like my caramel tone too much to care

Anyway, my Pasang had quit because the hospital is just full of volunteers. So we started hanging out after work.ย 

We even saw

Time finally was nearing for me to leave the hell house. You ask why hell ? Because

And because the house was getting colder by the day. People and weather wise.

Cold weather was affecting some of the staff as well

To top it all, they brought in the new girls into my room, nothing wrong with the girls they are sweet. But room is too crowded.

Regardless, I was getting agitated by the minute during my last week, I had to take 2 new girls with me to the hospital and I saw they were given white coats! The green lion had not even said they can offer it, letting me wear my dirty scrubs because I don’t have time to wash it. So they gave me ones claiming it is new and never been worn

Till my stethoscope started falling from it! So shameless of them. Ah well least I got a good picture with other volunteers and my Pasang before we all scatter and separate.

Ok finally I was leaving and leaving poor Jay behind, alone caught in the Dutch wave ๐ŸŒŠ that he felt so bad in the house and ended up spending most of his time with me ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ’

But maybe he was happy I was gone, as I tended to steal most of his snacks

While I do steal his snacksย 

Second week to last was the week I almost got kidnapped and raped by the stranger on the bike (back to the future entry for reference). Dr.Tej was quite frustrated at my impulsive behaviour that is not suitable for Nepal so he picked me up while so tired the next night haha to drop me off home before I picked up another stranger ride

I was saying goodbye to the neighbourhood, and dusty ring road

And my walk everyday

Yada Yada it is the day, I move out ๐Ÿƒ

Oh I had written my name on my blanket as they used to just let it sit in the sun โ˜‰then give it back to whoever. So dirty ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

It was time to move on again, to Richard’s flat. To freedom of choice, good food, no curfew and hospital night shifts.

Richard and I

Anyway getting quite late, this blog is time consuming. I shall resume later.

Stay tuned 02:24

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