My bags have bags

We arrived in Kathmandu on Sunday afternoon. The flight was fairly short but even so, we were fed a meal on the plane. I had the veggie meal which was Dahl, rice and cauliflower curry with cahpati. Not bad for $100 flight. Once we got into the airport we had to get our visas and, apparently, so did everyone else. Perhaps we should have sent those passports to Ottawa. 

We filled out our arrival cards, our visa forms and then an older gentleman came through and stapled on our photos. We waited about one and a half hours to get the visas. After that we needed to get our phone SIM and a taxi. A porter sort of attached himself to us and despite a decent tip we could not shake him loose. I realized that I inadvertently pulled out our rupees so he was going to try his damndest to shake loose some more cash. 

We piled in the taxi with me taking the front seat. I learned, in short order,that there are no lights, lanes are nonexistent and they definitely play chicken. Not surprisingly, there are many traffic accidents and such here.

We went out for a nice dinner at Le Sherpa restaurant down the street. Temperatures have increased so we were able to sit outside comfortably without sweaters. We were a bit tired so came back to Sam's apartment to chat.

The next morning, I crashed, sleeping almost the whole day. Suzanne and David, troopers that they are, walked down to Durbar Square and took in the sights. I'll just have to do it another day