Today I had to choose between taking the children to play some sport for the fourth time or go into the city to a book launch by a Nepali author I met at a birthday party earlier this week. There was a suggestion there might be cake at the book launch so rather selfishly, I chose culture over sport. And I couldn't face the inevitable stress of chaotic run around.
Two hours later, after a series of speeches, all in Nepali, I'd received a scarf, a copy of the book (in Nepali) and a mention in her speech just for being the only westerner there. No cake unfortunately but there was some tasty food afterwards so I can skip the rice based dinner at the orphanage tonight.