Day One
In the press of the crowd and the cacophony of horns, whistles, and chants, a Holy Man anointed my forhead with marigold petals. Then he demanded a fee for the blessing.
Day Two
While enjoying a comforting meal of Nepali Dahl-bhat, I was savagely ambushed by a hot chili disguised as a green bean.
-Jean
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