Thanks to the unusually late monsoon rains, and the muddy sludge-pits that are Kathmandu roads, I found that for a second time yesterday I was laying on my back thinking 'how did I get myself into this situation.'
I really dont want to tell you how muddy I got, or how bad I smelt - suffice to say that even one of the homeless chroming Thamel kids looked at me like I needed a shower. I scraped my arm up nice and well - don't worry mum, I put lots of detol on it. Apart from the shock, a few scratches and having my brand new skirt ruined, I'm ok, but it did make me feel like a very hard-core fieldworker.
Take that armchair linguists!