It sort of had to happen before I left

Jaganath’s passal was a frequent rest stop for Nepalis traveling along the Bimeshwor Road. This meant that I was rarely the only motorbike in the vicinity. Or, since Jaganath dai had difficulty remembering my Nepali name, the only ‘motorcycle’:

That’s Dili Dai in the background, peeking out of his passal

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