knew I would love Kathmandu. I didn’t know how much, but from the moment I received an incredibly friendly confirmation email from the Hotel Silver Home, I got the feeling it was going to be somewhere special. And I was right.
We arrived late at night and took a tiny taxi through pitch black streets as thin as lanes. We were exhausted after spending hours travelling from Guangzhou, via Hong Kong and Doha!
We were shown to our large, old and colourful room by a lovely guy who gave us water and reminded us that breakfast was included. We fell onto a marshmallow-soft duvet of crisp white, and fell into a dead sleep.
The next morning we went down for breakfast, taking in the posters advertising climbs and treks all over the walls, and the group of alert and fit-looking guests who were congregating in the reception — tying their hiking boots and hoisting their harnesses over muscled shoulders. The breakfast room was small and dark. We salivated while we waited for coffee, and listened in to the couple next to us as they spoke of all the precarious climbs they had done. We smiled like children skiving from P.E, while also feeling a little guilty for not having the same grand ambitions for our trip to Nepal.
Breakfast was beautiful! An omelette, toast, jam of a spectacular red, and ‘hash browns’ or cold curried potato fried with onion and tomato. Coffee was delicious instant with yak milk. The guy who served us was so polite and friendly, my affection for Nepal grew even greater, despite not yet seeing it in the daylight.
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