It's Divali here in Kathmandu and everyone's gone new year crazy. Last night was the Festival of Light so everywhere had an offering to the Goddess of Wealth outside. Paintfoodandfire-tastic. Today was New Year's Day itself. We missed the main cow worshipping but saw the precession. That's precession, not carnival - it was more like the gang meet at the start of The Warriors.
The journey back to Kathmandu semed a lot tamer than the journey out. The girl next to me was sick on hour three of ten, which added a certain je ne sais quoi to the overall bouquet of the bus. Also I found out that falling down a cliff during a toilet stop is comedy gold in any language.
Facial update: I picked all my crone skin off during the bus journey so my face is all pink again. All except my lips which are still scaly - my mouth was stuck together when I woke up this morning. I reckon my face is due another peel, which should give me something to do on tomorrow's flight - the person next to me is on for a treat.
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