We breakfasted down on Freak St, first at Kumalis, the fruit curd specialists, then at the Oasis, which was expensive but nice. Particularly pleasant to listen to Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”, one of only about 3 classical works that I recognise. We walked back slowly, shopping along the way, tho’ Val did best, with a matching skirt + blouse as well as another blouse. It’s not so easy for me to buy for myself, as I don’t know what Val will be getting me for my birthday. I’ll be spending it here by the way – Val checked with the airline this morning, and the flights are fully-booked till mid-June. It’s as well we made sure of the flights we have. We relaxed for a while in our room, then I strolled down to the British Council to see what was new with the world. The answer was not much. Even so, I stayed there till they closed at 6, + I’d only meant to stay an hour or so. By the time I got back, it was too late to go + see “Kabuki Blues”, showing again this evening – we had thought it started at 7.30. The second time we’ve missed it – ah well, not to worry. Val was feeling pretty flattened so we decided to do without dinner. She had been reckless earlier on, + eaten a bowl of Indian food from a stall, with what result God only knows. So I went out to dine alone. I quite enjoyed myself, tho’ the food was by no means special, for I was able to write letters without worrying about being anti-social. I ate too much again, indulging myself with cheesecake for dessert. I did not feel too well by the time I finished.
Back to the (mostly culinary) delights of Kathmandu; we have a few days to kill now, with our flight not till May 26th, but I expect we can manage to do so comfortably enough, with good food, odd bits of culture, the British Council…
