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Namaste everyone.

Namaste is my new word for the day, it means: hello, welcome, pleased to meet you, see you soon, thank you all at once. In actual fact, the real meaning is: "may the whole of your qualities be blessed and protected by the gods". So there, you, Namaste all.

I met the prettiest girl in Nepal

Degrubenc
2006-08-12 15:10:07

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exquisite young lady, French of course: she worked at the embassy. In a desperate ploy to retain the vision nearby, I blurted out an apology and queried her for advice as to Kathmandu, explaining that I was a poor, single, helpless, young Belgian in need of serious guidance, lost admid this sea of new experiences (or something to that effect). She was of course terribly kind and enchanted me with her tales of the city and what was to be done with it. As I nervously
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gathered the calm befitting a young man and, more importantly, reclaimed my speech capabilities, with a certain view to asking her for dinner, she vanished like a dream.

As, by now, all my systems were fully restored to normal, I asked the corpulent French gendarme if he would do me the pleasure and honor of dinner. Jacques from Boulogne (the gendarme) readily accepted and we made plans to meet at a later time.

I found a new hotel to my taste, very close to the Embassy. The Shangri-La is a five star sanctuary in the middle of the diplomatic quarters. It boasts well manicured gardens, a large swimming pool, skinny girls in non-existent bikinis tanning artfully, spending daddy's money, fountains, a huge buffet, a little flower on the bed in the evening (would have preferred chocolate), 100 satellite channels, marble bathrooms, phone near the toilet and all other useless features. I quickly got through the rest of the day's administrative chores, had lunch in a nearby Indian restaurant and made for the hotel and its swimming pool.

The afternoon was most delightful in that I achieved absolutely nothing; I merely lounged in a lounge chair, swam in the swimming pool and lounged some more.

Sadly, at 20:00 I had a date with my gendarme friend; we met at a small Nepalese restaurant. He is inclined to a certain corpulence but for me that has always been a good sign. I was not disappointed. We had a merry evening, drinking some local brew to the health of everyone we knew, be them alive or dead, of every city we could think of, of every noble action ever performed and toasted equally all the evil deeds performed by others, may they rot in jail.

We even got a serious discount on the food. This was given to us on account that the waiters had never seen 2 individuals ingurgitate so much food in one sitting. We ate more between the two of us than all of the other customers of the restaurant put together. This provided such entertainment to the locals and cows alike that they felt we deserved a reward.

A heavy walk back to the hotel later, I promptly fell asleep watching some teenage American drama about fashion and hair, if I recall correctly.