A series of unfortunate events..

Alas, it has not been a good week.

I have lost my sock, sunglasses, earrings, trekking towel, and my composure. Sulky regression to 5 year old Louise: 'Fuck life!! -snivel snivel sniff sniff- fucking fuck life!'.

To be fair, this snivelling occurred after a massive FAIL attempt at retail therapy. I thought I would buy some tailor made trousers to make me feel better. After a careful measuring up, several meters of exciting pink material, and 4 days of waiting; my trousers do not fit. There were only two conclusions I could draw from this disaster:

a) The tailor mixed up my measurements with those of a passing circus dwarf on stilts.
b) I am actually a circus dwarf on stilts.

I'm unwilling to decide on which of these conclusions is actually more accurate.

I tried to top up my phone credit the other day, only to be informed by Namaste phone services that I did not have enough credit to do so. I am, possibly, a little bit buggered.

Today, the bad luck unforunately infected my friend as well as myself, like the foul and persistent cold we are all suffering from. Eva had 2000 rupees stolen from her wallet on the bus. No laughing matter. 'I hope the bastard buys himself some seriously dodgy alcohol!' the angry rant went... in context; several people have ended up either dead or blind after drinking Nepalese made alcohol in the past few weeks.

Also, someone was attacked by a leopard in Kathmandu. This is pretty unusual...they don't tend to hang around the city. Just the other week, a wife saved her son and husband from being eaten by a tiger in a rural village near Chitwan...even in my month and a half here I have heard of several tiger attacks there, it's not so uncommon. But Kathmandu, that's pretty bad. Still, the leopard is dead now.

I have been eating meat for the past week and a half. I feel very bad. I have taken to apologizing at said food items before I put them in my mouth. I will try and stop again now (she says, going out for sushi this evening). Ann, Eva, Katie, John, Lhama and I all went to Begnas Tal for a holiday this weekend. There were fresh fish being chopped up (still alive). Reminded me of South African fishing.

The recently turned omnivore Katie called me morbid for picking up a slimy fish head and having a poke. What's wrong with being interested in biology I tell you? Surely if you're gonna eat the thing you should appreciate it in all it's dead and carcassey glory?

Never liked fish anyway. Too many bones.

Mmm, sushi.