The day at the Yak and Yeti begins with an envigorating hot shower and a spicey curry breakfast buffet. It’s too early to take these things for granted, so we’re savoring all of the amenities. Shovan’s father came to meet us this morning (the 29th) and we were all so disappointed that we couldn’t go out to spend the evening with him last night. Apparently here in Kathmandu the taxi drivers called a strike and refused to transport any local traffic. Thus there was no way we could have coordinated our transport to his part of the city, South of here in Patan. Interestingly, the taxis had the good sense to still offer service to their golden eggs, the tourists. The cars could still carry passengers to the airport and the hotels as long as they definitely looked like outsiders. Even yesterday after Pema got us settled here in the hotel he had a bit of a challenge getting back to his apartment. He took a taxi, but to ease the driver’s anxiety they had to take all the back alleys.