I guess I’ve always been a morning person. I’m not much good at night. Not much fun and I’m tired too quickly. “Lame” in 90s era teenager parlance. A wet blanket, a spoilsport, a goody two shoes, an old man in another time. Part of it is that I’m really not much good in crowds or in loud places in general, night OR day. This nightclubs and bars often intrinsically lack appeal. I suppose that’s why a good dive bar is an occasional exception that proves the rule.
I opted to run to Patan City, supposedly three miles away or so, giving me a good 10K for the morning. It wound up being a little longer as I missed a few turns and got rerouted. As it was driving directions only in offline mode, it might have made sense from a car perspective but it was a bit out of the way as the crow flies. Given that I was concerned about tripping over the sidewalks, such as they are, and it was pretty darn dark out, I suppose I should be glad I didn’t take more wrong turns.
I headed into Patan City just around sunrise. While there was no guard manning the gate requiring foreigners to buy a ticket to access Patan proper, I still felt guilty and thus opted NOT to just run through the cultural heritage site.
I wasn’t carrying any rupees with me either so if there had been a ticket seller I couldn’t have bought one anyway (unless they take ApplePay). I tried to capture the Uncle Moneybags Community Chest Card “poor” look, my pockets out turned to show they were empty. But I really don’t think the photo reads that way.
The good news is (SPOILER ALERT): Today’s sightseeing trip included a visit to Patan City… which meant I was going to get to see the inside of this place.
In the meantime, as I was trying to get directions back to my hotel, I screengrabbed what it looks like when you ask for walking directions on an offline map. The result is an image of a message in the bottle, a faux hope that you might be rescued. Stranger things have happened I suppose.
Some photos on the run back, using driving directions to retrace some of my steps (and hopefully not make a wrong turn this time).
While my time sucked for the 8 miles, at least I got out the door and moved a bit. I thought I deserved a treat… but unfortunately had WAY too many of the Nepal pancakes in the Beatles Cafe for breakfast. This fried dough confectionary is my new kryptonite. Like my Krispy Kreme donuts addiction of yore, I had too many of these things because they tasted SOOOOOO good… only an hour late to dine on regrets and feelings of bloated malady. This is no way to shed the lingering pounds I’ve been so desperate to lose this past year.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll limit myself to three malpuwa. Sigh. I’m ashamed… but tastefully ashamed.
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All together now… Kevin looks like a monkey… and he smells like one, too!