Opening a Bank Account

Trip Start Dec 30, 2009

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Flag of Nepal Kathmandu, Nepal
Friday, January 29, 2010

I am now the proud owner of a Nepali Bank account...I think. Having drawn a map of my address on the form (yes really) and armed with the relevant photocopies I presented myself at the customer services department. 20 minutes of checking, 4 more pieces of paper to sign, and my photographs pritsticked onto the forms, I'm sent to the next desk so someone can input all of this information on the computer. This took another 40 minutes, but at least there was somewhere for me to sit. Called back to the desk I'm asked for a utility bill...”I don't have one on me” and regrettfully informed that they can open the account but I'm not allowed a cheque book without one. I try and hold back the tears. Then I'm given a scrap of paper with my account number on it (see photo) and told to go next door and deposit some money in my account. Another wait, but again successful. So I left the bank rs3000 lighter and nothing to prove that I have a bank account other than a tiny scrap of paper with a handwritten account number on it

New Bedroom

. I smiled all the way home.

Actually thats not true, I smiled all the way to Bhat Bhateni where I remembered that I was supposed to be in a bad mood (unrelated events from the morning), and decided to cheer myself up by buying some things for my room. As I now have a new wardrobe I splashed out the �1.10 and bought myself some hangers, as I was choosing from the mindboggling array of hangers (the top shelf of an entire aisle of the shop) my eye was drawn to the wastepaper bins in the corner. “I need a bin” I thought, and wandered over. Little did I realise the treat that was in store for me....who knew that somewhere in the world (China I think) they make bins with poems on them. Who doesn't want to be reminded of the following when disposing of their rubbish :
Beautiful Life
Stray birds of summer come tomy window to sing and fly away,And yellow leaves of Autumn,which have no songs, flutter andfall there with a sign. Profound eh? But that wasn't the end of this glorious day of random. As I walked down the ailse a little further I saw a box of shower puffs. Again I decided to treat myself, but was confused by the packaging. “1-3 pieces” Pot luck? My pack had two so I figure I was doing averagely well. “100% Cotton.”...really? Feels like 100% plastic to me. “Sup up quickly” errrrrrrm? I bought them just for the joy of the packaging.
So all these items are now in my new improved bedroom. Double bed with real matress, wardrobe with safe, hanging space and a mirror, desk...it really is a nice place to be, and work. And the bed is so comfortable I have been extending my sleeping hours from 8 to 11 hours a night!

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