Saying Goodbye, Part II
We threw a goodbye party for Sundrawoti on our last Sunday in the village; they returned the favor two days later, our last before returning to the Kathmandu.
The party was more or less what you might expect: tika, mala, and dancing.
To give you an idea of the quantity of tika we got to endure, remember that it is traditionally applied to the forehead. This is what my arm looked like:
But while the party was mostly exactly what we expected, there was one surprise. Earlier in the day, Timna had spotted Monisa playing with a cat as Monisa is wont to ‘play’ with animals and warned her “be nice.” Monisa corrected her with the Nepali word for cat: “biralo“.
Despite her earlier traumatic experiences with Monisa, the cat poked her head into our party (probably more related to the stormy weather than to any interest in a room packed full of people) and somehow ended up in my lap:
And so, after exactly 200 posts about Nepal (plus 2 about Israel and one about Zvi) I bring all regularly scheduled programming to a close with a story about a cat.
Off to Switzerland.