Stories from Kathmandu

The Scarecrow

I was amused to find a scarecrow laid out on the side of a busy road. I scanned upward from its trendy sneakers, up the slim-fit jeans, over the plaid shirt, and on to a face wrapped in a womens scarf… Oh no, this is the dead body of a young man. He had met up with Death on the roadside and together they drove off in such a hurry they even left his luggage behind.

I was angry at my nativity. How much of the hard truth do we hide from with a blanket of disbelief over our eyes? …well

I put my headphones back on and kept living. What could you do?






I was running home from a thunderstorm. The lightening was intense. I was scared. When I reached the locked front gate I started panting, ” Open it, I’m gonna be struck by lightning!” I caught my breath over the knowledge that I’ve got a better chance of winning the lottery than ever being struck by lightning. Funny, If I had a lottery ticket, you wouldn’t see me screaming through a field, “Open the door, I’m gonna win the lottery!”

Science Rule # 6 : Dangerous statistics seem likely, and lucky statistics seem out of reach.

If you believe you are exceptional enough to be struck by lightening, you likely believe the flip-side that you could win the lottery. Is this a paradox of confidence or the excuse of somebody afraid of lightning… ?


A Fair Price


In digital geographys there is a definite price authority, the bar-code. In manual places, there is rarely such authority. Price is the intersection of the buyer’s and the seller’s sense of value.

Bargaining is how the two parties graph that value. If you don’t bargain you are showing that you don’t have a sense of the product’s value. In South Asia, once a price is agreed the seller will give you correct change no matter how much money you hand over.

Since arriving, I’ve bargained with a toilet attendant, flight check-in staffer, and ever a dentist. I rarely win, the sellers value my money more than I do.

I tried to bargain at the gym for a cheaper shower price. One USD a shower is extra expensive for Nepal. That is roughly the price of an inexpensive meal for two. The gym staffer explained that the high price was for quality water. I didn’t notice the warning within the sales pitch.

I washed my face with free sink water after the gym and walked back to the office. Once inside, I smelled something dreadful. I sniffed all over. My face reaked of sewage. The smell was brutal-brutal! With my Mr. Bean grimace of horror, I poured a bottle of drinking water over my face. Saved…

There are somethings that we pay the price for.





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