I Fell in a Hole

It's true, I fell in a hole. Not just any hole....a sewer. It was one of those days where everything seems to go amiss, which for me means everything goes a little weird. After being frustrated that four taxis rejected me, I turned around to go to a fifth and bam! I was on the ground. I was really confused as to why I was suddenly squatting on my right leg looking up at a group of old Nepali men herding around me. I look for my left leg and it is gone, hidden in a foot by foot square hole of sewage. One man goes, "that's not good." Rather than yelling obscenities at him I pulled my leg out of the hole to check  for signs of injury (none weirdly enough) and tried to shake some of the nastiness off of my foot. I will spare a photo of this incident for the sake of propriety. Let's just say I doused my leg umpteen times in any and all available disinfectants. Basically, you or I or anyone else will never want to know what I actually stepped in. C'est  la vie in Kathmandu, a city where you can get everything you want and, well, more.