7th May 1992 Day 292

The Diary
We took the long walk to Patan and marvelled at the temple-filled Durbar Square there. We chatted to little urchins, trying to discourage their begging and improve their English. We also marvelled at more erotic carvings while some of the lads giggled.

urchins

ooh err missus

 We wandered through more medieval streets in search of recommended temples and cowered at the guardian turtles at the Golden Temple. They can be quite vicious if you enter wearing any leather. We walked back along the river banks of the very low Bagmati River. This was because, as usual, TW had drawn his map when he was high on some hippy drug and it was a less than accurate representation of the real world. A main road had ceased to exist so we had to improvise.

By the time we got back to the guest house I felt like I'd done a days trekking and crashed out for an hour or so. I picked up my photos from Bangkok and Kathmandu and we ate accompanied by traditional Nepali music. Interesting but not Right Said Fred.


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Right Said Fred(s)