Shaun had mentioned that there had been a flat area cut to place the house. And it had recently been shovelled flat again. But it was a distance from the village. And there was a milk truck that could help. So after a few more conversations, a couple of phone calls and another chat, it was decided to leave it all to "tomorrow". I will have to wait to see when tomorrow actually comes.
Shaun took us to the best place for yoghurt drink, sprinkled with ground nuts and sultanas. Excellent veg samosas, as well. I haven't tried "Buff samosas" yet.
It was wonderful to catch up with Shaun. He is building a house in Ranikot south of Bhaktapur. Walking to the shop that sells plastic for the bags he is using as "brickwork" was easy at first. Then going to the back streets initially for lunch (veg momo or dumplings) then to find then warehouse for the rice bags showed a side of life for regular people. I loved the way that nothing happens, unless someone is watching. The bag man had been promising to deliver for nearly a month. When we got there, half had been peeled off the huge roll. After a discussion (Shaun can intersperse Nepali and English admirably), two men started to peel off the second length. It all seemed a bit haphazard. Then the casual conversation started about who was actually going to deliver the two huge bags. By now it was close the 4pm and still raining slightly. Truck? Taxi? Mixture of both? Who would help take it the last section along the pathway to the building site.
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