Kathmandu, forty-third day

Today D-Day-1 before the majority recognized. It is also the last day of "youth" in the logic of numbers. I remember when I was seventeen years old and a bit after another, watching those who had more than thirty years as another generation while I still felt something in common with their younger siblings. I'm the same, but people look at me differently and it makes me change. I can apply from tomorrow for a post of director of store without sounding pretentious. I could also hear: "But you know, he's young” referring to Chris that he is in his twenties.
, There was a little drama, of course, in all this psychological preparation for the breakthrough. Leaving for six months was the most spectacular! My desire is to be regarded differently, to take the initiative of my aging. "Since his trip, Philippe has changed a lot ... and I think that it was good ... and I think it did not help! ...” Everything, but not being forgotten!
Dinner at "Bhancha Ghar", which translated means "Nepalese kitchen“, was actually a little disappointing. I had just prepared a birthday dinner and had eaten before (as I always do before going to a good restaurant), in order to enjoy food for its taste and not for its nutritional qualities. (My sexual behavior is somewhat similar, superfluous sex is better than sex by need, the spiritual satisfactions against the physical satisfactions) There was one menu at will, if the taste qualities were there, the nutritional qualities were overabundant, given my state of satiety already!
The cuisine should not be luxury. Eat the best "chicken in the pot" of France for the same price as a tiny slice of "foie gras" at Robuchon does not perhaps bring me much pleasure. Am I a snob?