The Womp Womp

The bus ride back to Kathmandu passed with ease as I was out most of the time. I woke up to a funny bus driver trying to feed me his dal bhat with his hands at the rest stop. When I got to Kathmandu, I ended up taking the city bus twice to get into Thamel. The first ride, the boy collecting the money on the bus spoke Nepali to me at my stop. Not knowing what he was saying, I just shook my head and held my hands up. After asking some locals on the bus again, I was instructed to get on a different micro-bus to take the same trip again to Ratna Park. Luckily, a local walked with me the rest of the way into Thamel. After dropping my things off, getting offered another job, I met up with Raphael from Chitwan to discuss a Children's Home he mentioned. Since I was going to visit an orphanage anyways, I figured I would do it this time with a friend. When we met up in a bar/cafe, he introduced me to two other well-traveled gentlemen from the French part of Switzerland, Chris and Phillip. The whomp whomp happened right after exiting the second storey building. In Kathmandu, the road is built with these ditches on the side, shaped like an inverted aqueduct, that act as a storm drain. Taking the left out of the stairs to our next destination, my foot landed half on the road and half in the ditch. It rolled lets say a fair 90 degrees too much. Ralph was hoping it was one of those pins and needles feeling that would drift away after a while but I knew it wouldn't be the case. After immediately icing it, we proceeded to our dinner destination where I hobbled around on one foot. One staff member was exceptionally funny, thinking he could help identify my problem by prodding my ankle with a chopstick. After icing it on and off all night, the swelling dissipated considerably but Philip recommended an X-ray the next day and gave me some inflammation pills. Epic fail! Really glad to have been in these guys' company.

The night before, propping it on a pillow.