Kirtipur Guest House provides us with breakfast and dinner each day. Belku who owns the house with her husband Babu cooks for us. You will find that most Nepalese families will eat curry and rice for breakfast and dinner. The food is great, but weeks on end eating pretty much the same thing gets old. We are lucky because Belku offers a range of breakfasts. We tend to alternate between cinnamon porridge topped with banana, and French toast. In the evening we are given anything from pasta through to traditional Nepali Thali – several small dishes on a platter consisting of baht (rice), daal (lentils), tarkari (veg) and perhaps a meat or fish dish. The food is awesome and Belku grows most of the veg in her garden.
After a good feed we venture out into Kathmandu for the day. Sandhya takes us to Patan Durbar Square – one of the oldest places in the Kathmandu Valley, founded in the 3rd century BC.
It’s made up of temples, shrines, statues and market stalls. The squares are connected by narrow lanes with tiny open-front shops – a tourist hotspot. It’s here that we start buying some local winter gear.
I buy a pair of fleece lined, thick patterned leggings and a woolly top for 900 Rupees, that’s not even 9 Aus Dollars!
I was wearing a knee high red long sleeved dress with thick tights and boots and literally every single person who walked by STARED hard. I soon realised that not a single person wore a dress that didn’t touch their ankles.
The two inches of knee and upper calf were causing a right old stir so at lunch I hastily changed into my local Nepali gear. Being half cast I suddenly looked like a proper local – that’s until I opened my painfully English mouth.
The girls spent the day buying clothes and wedding gear, whilst Jerome and his brother slunk down the alleys and found a Kukuri shop where they spent many dollars buying pointy knives with huge grins on their faces.
We meet meet up again after 5pm and sit in one of the squares watching life go by.