Continuing our journey through the Tamang territory, we stopped at every house who's owners are all relatives of Nabraj. Nepalese culture means that we also had to eat a meal at every single house so we ate, and ate, and ate. I was pretty sure my stomach was going to explode by the 4th house. We kept going around the mountain and finally started making our way down into the canyon and back to the river where we had to cross again. The Tamang people grow all of their basic necessities on the steep cliffs: guava, custard apple, chili, vegetables, goats, chickens, buffalo... and once a month they make the journey down to where we left our motorcycle for things like clothes and salt. Another thing that I had a lot of was their home-made wine. They each have their own house wine and a second morning brew (different in consistency). I was a bit tipsy and it wasn't even 10:00am yet. The "morning wine" was kind of like oatmeal but watery and tasted like alcohol.
When we finally made it to the bike it was about 4:00pm and we took off for Kathmandu. By the time we got there it was dark and traffic was unbelievable. Nabraj drove like a maniac through traffic, even driving on the side of the road. I told him that I would never ride on the back of his motorcycle again.
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