21st November 2011
Being so tired from the long day yesterday, I slept in and met friends for brunch later in the morning. That afternoon Buddha and I explored the more local area of Kathmandu, twisting and turning through a maze of ancient buildings, set very close to each with low alleys leading into more of a maze behind. Many of the buildings were built with unbaked bricks and were over 100yrs old. I fear any time a large earthquake hits, as this place would likely crumble.
In Search of Meds
Buddha had developed a nasty chest cough over the last week and it seemed to be getting worse. He had already worked through 2 bottles of cough syrup with no effect. To me it sounded more like asthma or in the bronchials and I wanted to find an inhaler type medicine for him. He said that after 9mths working in the ship in the clean ocean air, returning to smoggy Kathmandu causes him to get this cough every home coming. It usually lasted the full 3 mths he was home and then improved within a week upon return to the ship. Similar to Allergic bronchitis.
We walked from pharmacy to pharmacy to no avail, no one had anything in the form of an inhaler. At about our 5th pharmacy the pharmacist recommended that he see the doctor who would be in in about 2hrs. We spent the next couple of hours exploring the area, having tea, buying Buddha new socks and then headed back. It cost a total of $3 to see the doctor and she was brilliant. Yup, you heard me right, SHE was great. When she discovered I was in the medical field, even though the animal side, she treated me as an equal and explained everything clearly for both of us. Reprimanding Buddha for not wearing a mask when riding his motorbike, he sent him off to get x-rays, with the order to return tomorrow for her to look at them.
Walking towards the hospital we stopped at a tiny little shop in a tiny alley selling some kind of soda. Buddha explained that this was traditional homemade soda. It comes in a glass bottle with a ball as a lid, they pop the ball in (I tried to ignore the dust on top), this caused a reaction which created the bubbles, then they added some salt to it. I swear everything from tea to soda is salty. Much to the amusement of the Buddha and the shop owner I nervously gave it a try. I was surprised at how good it was, although I am not sure if I would get one anytime soon, sort of like the salty tea, good in a different sort of way.
Rows of wonderful colors
Finally making it to the hospital, we checked in and found the x-ray department. Surprisingly we hit a low traffic time and there was almost no one there. Or maybe it was because we were outside the emergency response times:
The hospital and old x-ray machine gave me flashbacks to growing up in South Africa. after living in the States where everything is state of the art, and ridiculously expensive, watching Buddha pay $10 for 2 films made the, what most would think, antiquated equipment seem downright sensible.
Off to dinner at a very nice looking restaurant, as I had been craving pizza. The place might have looked great but the service was shocking, I think I prefer “aunty’s shack” down the road.
An early night with plans for a return to monkey temple in the ‘morrow!