Saturday,
December 6, 1997
 Madame got out of bed when it was
still dark. I wonder why she does that. She has been
sitting by her window drumming on her computer for hours.
Whatever she is doing must be very important in order for
her to do this instead of sleeping or exploring this
remarkable city. The view out the window is very pretty.
The room is on the first floor and it looks out into the
beautifully manicured gardens. There is a small duck
pond, crossed by a bridge, bull of fat Nepalese mallards.
In the center of the garden a hill rises, on top of which
sits a pagoda. We are looking across the garden at the
old wing of this hotel.
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 Madame
drummed on her computer all morning until she went to the lobby to
meet a very nice woman from Tiger Mountain named Lisa. She and Lisa
visited for a long time in Madame’s room, and after that Madame
found Alf in the lobby and stayed with him relaxing at the bar all
afternoon. Madame is not terribly active but she does seem quite peaceful.
Eventually Madame went for a walk through the streets of Kathmandu.
We walked for a long time. Through narrow streets and alleys and down
crowded aromatic streets. The air here seems to make Madame’s
eyes water a lot. I don’t mind it though. I enjoyed looking at
the children and the dogs and the noisy cars and colorful buildings.
At night Madame and her friends
went to a place they called a gallery where they did some
shopping and drinking and found lots of people that
Madame seemed to know already. We stayed at that place
for a few hours until Anil took us back to the hotel.
Madame slept restlessly again.
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