Breakfast in the guesthouse was a bit of a disappointment; hot milk with non-Kelloggs cornflakes, poor porridge and poached eggs that didn't make it as far as the table. And it only took 1 hour.
I did some official money changing, we checked the mail again with as much luck as the day before and we did one of Tony Wheeler's walks. We sat for a while in Durbar Square watching the world go by and talking to the locals and then we had dinner in a very un-freaky Freak Street. Kathmandu is like a big medieval farmyard cum 60s town. It's hectic, old, friendly, smelly and like nowhere I've ever been before.
We went and did another of TW's walks, this time by the river and then I went and phoned Christy. She'd already received the drawing from Chiang Mai but nothing else and she said she'd sent 3 letters to me. She also said she was arriving at Gatwick at 6:30am on the 27th July. A bit sooner than I'd thought. Sarah and Dave find out if they can stay in Oz this week else they have to leave by June.
I went and checked out a trekking place and in the evening we ate at the restaurant named after the world's highest mountain, the 40,000 1/2 ft Rum Doodle. I changed A Secret Country for The Big Red Train Ride in one of Kathmandu's many great book shops.
I still referred to lunch as dinner in those days - and still occasionally do today. It's a Northern thing.
Sarah and Dave haven't been an item for a loooong time. Dave is still in Aus and lives round the corner from us. Sarah is back in UK and we see her far more than we see Dave!
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