So, my reward for surviving the drive south, is a month working in Hetauda, a town that to put it politely, doesn't make it onto the tourist map. Its perhaps a little like Dudley town centre, but without the nice bits... A small and gritty industrial town, Hetauda seems as though its just been dumped at the crossroads where Nepal's main East-West and North-South roads meet. Somewhat harshly, my Lonely Planet guide suggests the only place worth visiting is the cement works. Still, I can walk into the middle of town in about 15 minutes, i've walked up a hill back to the north, the rickshaws are quite good fun, and i'm getting much more practise at the peculiar habit of walking down the middle of the road. No-one really visits here so apart from a few days with Nick, an EBT staff member from Kathmandu, i've seen no other Westerners. Few people speak much English which also makes for unconventional and limited conversation. I'm told David Beckham has signed for Los Angeles to play in the German league. I am frequently confused, but my Nepali is coming along well...
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