One morning in Newa Momo tiny dinery in Thamel, Kathmandu - they make killer spinach-cheese momos - I started talking to an Englishman Sam. He had arrived a few days ago as I and we discussed what each had planned.
He had got an invitation from a guy running an optical shop in Thamel to join him and his friends on a rooftop party to fly kites. It was a Dashain festival week. Sam thought I can join as well and off we went three on the motorbike to a one of a kind nepali party. I was the only female guests as this kite flying party apparently is more of a guys only thing. At least for that roof occupied by young successful Nepali guys. One smoking an original Cuban cigar (yes, I tried), other one boasting a Canon DSLR camera with ultrazoom lense worth 1000 dollars etc Boombox was blasting Gangnam Style, beer was flowing and snacks prepared by the women staying indoors soon appeared on the roof.
Few almost-accidents later we were back in Thamel on a motorbike. Booked a tour to go rafting plus jungle trekking 2 days later and then met up with Milan. Milan is a Nepali guy I met on a taxi from the airport and soon became friends with. Im fact the next day, Dashain day, he invited me and one volunteer Gao from US with Laos roots to join him and his family at their home.
Dashain festival is a day off for everyone, so people stay home and spend time together and start drinking early. Vodka we brought was opened in a flash and barely any room was left in a glass to add some Fanta. Not only because it was before noon, I kindly donated the excess of vodka to neighboring glasses. Chatting, photoshooting, snacks, dal-baht, another bottle of vodka and some dancing later party started to end. Older sister was already sleeping while the mother was still trying to persuade anyone and everyone to dance. It was a great and funny day and with beautiful tikas on our foreheads we returned to Thamel.
He had got an invitation from a guy running an optical shop in Thamel to join him and his friends on a rooftop party to fly kites. It was a Dashain festival week. Sam thought I can join as well and off we went three on the motorbike to a one of a kind nepali party. I was the only female guests as this kite flying party apparently is more of a guys only thing. At least for that roof occupied by young successful Nepali guys. One smoking an original Cuban cigar (yes, I tried), other one boasting a Canon DSLR camera with ultrazoom lense worth 1000 dollars etc Boombox was blasting Gangnam Style, beer was flowing and snacks prepared by the women staying indoors soon appeared on the roof.
Few almost-accidents later we were back in Thamel on a motorbike. Booked a tour to go rafting plus jungle trekking 2 days later and then met up with Milan. Milan is a Nepali guy I met on a taxi from the airport and soon became friends with. Im fact the next day, Dashain day, he invited me and one volunteer Gao from US with Laos roots to join him and his family at their home.
Dashain festival is a day off for everyone, so people stay home and spend time together and start drinking early. Vodka we brought was opened in a flash and barely any room was left in a glass to add some Fanta. Not only because it was before noon, I kindly donated the excess of vodka to neighboring glasses. Chatting, photoshooting, snacks, dal-baht, another bottle of vodka and some dancing later party started to end. Older sister was already sleeping while the mother was still trying to persuade anyone and everyone to dance. It was a great and funny day and with beautiful tikas on our foreheads we returned to Thamel.
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