Day 39, February 16

In the morning we got up unhurriedly; the electricity was turned on around 9, so we drank tea, sat on the internet for a bit, checked out of the hotel, and went to look for the bus stop near the hospital in Patan to head back to Kathmandu.

The bus brought us to Kathmandu to Ratna Park bus station — a familiar place for us now. We walked to the hotel where we had already stayed before and left our backpack. This time they offered us a room for $15 on the top, 5th floor, and we decided to take it — we had liked the hotel last time.
After checking in, we went out wandering around Kathmandu again. The trip is taking on some kind of monotonous character. We sit in one place and do nothing. There are no photos at all from today, except one at dinner.

On the one hand, there is not much to do in Nepal, and on the other hand, for some reason it is hard to make yourself leave the room.
We went and ate momos, and again chose the missing things for the mountains.

In the evening, passing by another little shop, I liked the jacket hanging at the entrance.
We decided to go in and try it on — the jacket was exactly what I wanted for traveling in the rain. Light, yet durable, and just my size, with long sleeves. While I was trying on the jacket, Volchiy picked out sunglasses for himself. The seller asked us where we were from, and to our surprise he knew about Ukraine and about the fact that there is a war there now. Every day he follows the news, strongly condemns Putin and his policies. The seller turned out to be a very nice and cheerful Nepali man — he started showing us his wedding photos and photos of his child. Then a wedding video — as a result, we spent probably about an hour in his little shop. He said that before the wedding he had seen his wife only once, and that a thousand relatives came to his wedding and he spent $10,000 on such a feast.
He said he was originally from a village near Everest, but was planning to buy a house in Kathmandu.
He graduated from university and now teaches there himself. He confirmed that they have many different kinds of communist parties in Nepal, and he belongs to one of them — democratic communism…

When we left the little shop, it was already quite late, and almost all the stalls and cafes had closed. We found a cafe near our place with Indian food, which we miss. We ate our favorite palak paneer and roti flatbreads. To our surprise, everything was prepared quite well.