Ate the mixed platter.
Walked in Thamel.
Took a taxi that took the scenic route home. When we finally saw gravel piles and people huddled by burning garbage at the side of the road, instead of the concern that might give you about being in the wrong part of town, we knew we were close to home. It's also entirely normal for taxis to swerve into oncoming traffic then back to avoid potholes or stray dogs. The cars at a the most under powered shit boxes I've ever seen, but with no weight they swerve decently well. I'd guess my 1 cylinder 650cc motorcycle has more power than 90% of taxis here.
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