The day ended perfectly. We went to our beloved hole in the wall that we eat at almost every night in Kathmandu. It has no name, but since its sign outside advertises "Himalayan Momos," that's the name we've given it. We normally stuff our faces with delicious buff momos or chow mein and chai, but last night, the owner, Kisna (pronounced kee-ss-nah), invited us back tonight for a special meal. We were given a large metal plate with separations - one filled with delicious chicken curry (half Indian style, half Nepali style, as he described it), a pickled sauce for mixing, dahl (lentils), rice, a mashed millet (disgustingly flavorless on its own, but absolutely mind boggling when combined with other sauces), and a perfectly fresh curd (yogurt) to wrap it all up. The owner sat with us, explaining each dish and showing us how to eat it properly. Tomorrow night, we're returning for another specially prepared meal of chicken or mutton curry with roti and rice. I can't wait. Kisna, you're a god.
The main stupa at Swayambunath.
Kathmandu
Sorry for posting both this one and the one above, I couldn't decide which to choose... I love them both.
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
I love photographing flames.
Napkins are just as worthy of a photograph as Swayambunath.
Egg chow mein. YUM.
One of the most interesting women I've ever seen, and one of my favorite portraits.
This woman was so nice. And seemed to be so flattered when I asked for her photo.
PS - Less than 72 hours.
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