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Greetings Friendes, Family, Fans, CIA Operatives and Well Wishers...
yes.
Well, yesterday I came here to the Hotel Florid, and booked a room for today. Then, this morning, the owners of Via Via Cafe (as I recently complained in an email to my mum, there is no way of making the acute accent on the 'E' with these keyboards. Is most annoying, as it makes me look stupid) told me that someone had cancelled a booking early in the morning, and I could stay on if I want. Regrettably, though, I had already laid down two nights worth of tenure for this place, so I had to decline; I had already packed too, but that is a lesser issue.
It's rather a shame, really, as I was getting to quite like the Belgians who ran the place... they are very helpful and friendly, and rather amusing to boot. This morning I was chatting to a guy who was either from a northern state of the USA, probably west coast, or, more likely, Canada. I didn't think to ask at the time, as I was pretty sure he was American... but the more I pondered it, the more I'm thinking Canadian. Different manner, and the accent is slightly different (well, a lot different from some parts).
Anyway... I'm now at Florid. Which is pleasant enough... I even seem to have a balcony... which is one more access port I have to check I've locked. The room opposite can access the same balcony, so could, if it was occupied, come into my room via my outside door. Unlikely, granted, but one has to be vigilant.
Kathmandu is a huge place. The tourist hub is Thamel, which is where I'm encamped. It's all good fun. One of the Belgian guys was telling me the best places to visit, and which ones were walkable and which I should get a cab to. He also suggested the prices I should negotiate with the cabby... he he. Nice chap.
Via Via only had guidebooks in French, so it was a little harder for me to discifer the useful information. I got the jist, but not quite as much as by having it explained to me. I'm drastically out of practise with French, and I was never super at it anyway. I got a B at GCSE and haven't touched it since... something I hope to remedy in time.
If you ever get the oppourtunity to read Fry's The Stars' Tennis Balls, do. It is truely masterful. I'm now reading Miss Wyoming by Douglas Coupland, who has become something of a favourite author of mine since I read Girlfriend in a Coma when I was in a book club a year or two ago.
Today, I need to confirm a flight booking, and pay for it; and go shopping for cheap electronic gizmos.
So adieu to all, and have fun et cetera.
Oh, and, for Jan's benefit, my toe is now fine, thankyou. My two second toes, however, being the longest, seem to have got damages whilst trekking. It's utterly painless, but the nails are an interesting shade of burgundy.
yes.
Well, yesterday I came here to the Hotel Florid, and booked a room for today. Then, this morning, the owners of Via Via Cafe (as I recently complained in an email to my mum, there is no way of making the acute accent on the 'E' with these keyboards. Is most annoying, as it makes me look stupid) told me that someone had cancelled a booking early in the morning, and I could stay on if I want. Regrettably, though, I had already laid down two nights worth of tenure for this place, so I had to decline; I had already packed too, but that is a lesser issue.
It's rather a shame, really, as I was getting to quite like the Belgians who ran the place... they are very helpful and friendly, and rather amusing to boot. This morning I was chatting to a guy who was either from a northern state of the USA, probably west coast, or, more likely, Canada. I didn't think to ask at the time, as I was pretty sure he was American... but the more I pondered it, the more I'm thinking Canadian. Different manner, and the accent is slightly different (well, a lot different from some parts).
Anyway... I'm now at Florid. Which is pleasant enough... I even seem to have a balcony... which is one more access port I have to check I've locked. The room opposite can access the same balcony, so could, if it was occupied, come into my room via my outside door. Unlikely, granted, but one has to be vigilant.
Kathmandu is a huge place. The tourist hub is Thamel, which is where I'm encamped. It's all good fun. One of the Belgian guys was telling me the best places to visit, and which ones were walkable and which I should get a cab to. He also suggested the prices I should negotiate with the cabby... he he. Nice chap.
Via Via only had guidebooks in French, so it was a little harder for me to discifer the useful information. I got the jist, but not quite as much as by having it explained to me. I'm drastically out of practise with French, and I was never super at it anyway. I got a B at GCSE and haven't touched it since... something I hope to remedy in time.
If you ever get the oppourtunity to read Fry's The Stars' Tennis Balls, do. It is truely masterful. I'm now reading Miss Wyoming by Douglas Coupland, who has become something of a favourite author of mine since I read Girlfriend in a Coma when I was in a book club a year or two ago.
Today, I need to confirm a flight booking, and pay for it; and go shopping for cheap electronic gizmos.
So adieu to all, and have fun et cetera.
Oh, and, for Jan's benefit, my toe is now fine, thankyou. My two second toes, however, being the longest, seem to have got damages whilst trekking. It's utterly painless, but the nails are an interesting shade of burgundy.
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