Another November 1996 diary entry

Too late, too tired, too wet to go out.

Lally was my neighbour in Pokhara and sometimes we went to his parent's farm high up in the Himalayan foothills where we stayed the night. The family slept round this fire but I was always given the wooden bench over the rabbits. Chickens and goats also shared the room but the water buffalo occupied the lean-to outside the door