In the last 48 hours I have been mistaken Nepali THREE TIMES! No jokes!
Incidence #1:
At our meeting with the SAV (Social Action Volunteers), the director asked if I was Nepali, or was of Nepali origin.
Incidence #2:
On my way home from Kanti, a woman stopped me to ask where Kanti was. In my broken Nepali I replied: sidhha (straight), bhaai (left).
(So no, she may not have thought I was Nepali, but I did perhaps look local…. Wishful thinking?!?!…)
Incidence #3:
My Patan Durbar Square guide thought I was Nepali and one of this friends at the Thangka shop we visited also was not convinced that I didn’t have Nepali blood in me.
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