Just because I’m white, it doesn’t mean that…
– I need a taxi
– I’m going to give the homeless money
– I’m headed to Thamel, the tourist area
– I don’t understand Nepali-language insults
– My purse is filled with cash, camera, and cell phone
– I can’t eat daal bhaat with my hands
– I won’t know it if you try to rip me off
– I can’t stomach street food
– I won’t notice your stares
The truth is that I never take taxis anywhere. I know the Kathmandu public transportation system like the back of my hand, and I prefer to take micro-buses, tempos, or my feet to get anywhere.
I never give money to homeless people. I don’t know where it’s going to go – maybe glue, cigarettes, or alcohol.
I don’t live in Thamel, and I actually would rather avoid that place.
I understand Nepali. Maybe not perfectly, but I ALWAYS know if someone is insulting or making fun of me.
My purse may look full, but it’s just toilet paper, pens, sunglasses, water, and my book. I never carry my camera, own the cheapest cell phone you can buy in Nepal, and often carry as little as 20 rupees with me.
Not only can I eat daal bhaat with my hands, but I know that it doesn’t taste right if you use a spoon. P.S. I can cook it too.
I do know that you’re trying to rip me off, and I won’t let it happen. End of story.
I love pani puri, even if it makes me sick.
I know you’re looking at me, even if I don’t look back.
Ma Paryatak Hoina (I am not a tourist)
