Ok, this has to stop being a tradition when leaving Nepal. William and I woke up with our schedule set. We woke at 7am to make some important communications to the U.S. (A.K.A. the Todoturkeyfestorama video, link below)

Then we were catching a quick breakfast, checking out of the hotel and heading to the women’s center in Bhaktipur to meet a candidate for the new production manager position and have a farewell lunch with the women before running to the Airport to head of to India. Well, that was the plan…..

We packed up at the hotel and asked Bikash, our Nepali friend at the Hotel to get us a Taxi since his price would be about equal to me bargaining for half an hour. He came back a little confused and said “No Taxi’s”. I figured we had to walk down to the central taxi stand to get one, so off we went. When we arrived at the taxi stand we saw all the shop fronts rapidly slamming shut. There was a wild mob of students heading our way throwing rocks into all the store windows that hadn’t complied with the strike demand. After witnessing a few good windows shatter, we decided to duck into FIRE AND ICE, a famous old pizza house owned by an Italian women that had married a Nepali man. The restaurant had become a staple for both expats and the previous Prince who suffered the harsh death and blame for the murder of his family (and his own death), under the present King’s slaughtering tactics to take the throne. I have to say, if you were ducking out of a riot, it’s was the best place to be near…..they had free WiFi.

We had to cancel our trip to Bhaktipur and I’ll try to interview candidates for the Production Job by phone from India. We barely made it to the Airport in time and off we went to India!