My last few days in Kathmandu will be spent lolling about the city in a pouty yet appreciative mood, kicking street trash in humble dismay and dropping some serious rupees to get my fill of Nepalese goods: tea, spices, MC Hammer pants, kama sutra playing cards (to match my Mongolian set), unhealthy amounts of jewelry, anything, really. My bank account will reflect this soon enough – I’ll look at my suspicious account history and say “Hey! When I bought those¬†paisley galoshes I must have been leaving Nepal in a state of bittersweet depression that has taken the form of an unnatural addiction to paisley and galoshes!”. When I’m not shopping, I’m sure as hell going to be taking pictures and eating. Because honestly, what else is there.