I wasn’t driving. Yesterday I went exploring Kathmandu- pictures and blog will sometime be updated. I admire people that post every week. Anyway- so I am really self-conscious about speaking Nepali; I feel stupid when it takes me a while to generate responses, so yesterday I forced myself to go into the city. My goal was to take a cab [talk to said cab driver], wander around shops[bartering for small trinkets], and go find a Nepali tea shop[and talk to the owner]- plus I wanted to go explore.
So I got a taxi- and I was so proud of myself- I got in an argument with a cab driver- and I almost understood everything..even when he called me cheap- but he was ripping me off. I finally got him to agree to drive me for a price that he would of driven a Nepali; my dad would of have been so proud. So we are driving into the city- its like a ten minute drive, and I am practing my Nepali- a typical Nepali conversation, starts with your name, goes to where you are from, where you are living now, what you do, and if you are married- then you talk about your family. So, me and this taxi driver are talking, about half way through the standard pleasantries, we get to the marriage question. I always get nervous by this time- because I have already admitted my age and I knew the marriage questions was quickly approaching. I tried dodging by telling him about my family– but he asked my husband’s name…. I, not being married, told him that I wasn’t married- he slammed on his breaks- we almost got rearended- and he demanded to know why not… I laughed, but then realized he was serious- I told him I didn’t know I just wasn’t. He couldn’t believe it- 26 years old and not married. The funny part, is his reaction is completely normal here- it makes me laugh. We finally get into the city and as I am paying and getting out of the cab- he lets me know that he has two sons. Ke Garne.