After stopping at the kar chauki to pay the "rajmarga sudhaar kar", the bus sped to Dharke and crossed the Sungure Khola from where the road was to follow the Mahesh Khola. Ani Sopyang Khola tarera Juge Khola pugiyo. Just for sentimental reasons (since I had sipped numerous gilaases of chiya during my previous bus journeys), I wished the bus had stopped at either of those places but it did not. After passing through Mahadevbensi and Simle, the bus stopped on the middle of nowhere. The conductor yelled “Toilet!” Aba bahira kaam kura sakaune baani ta afno chutisakeko rahicha. I walked about 50 meters or so around the bend and stood against the cliff to relieve myself. Many people did so closer to the bus while the ladies struggled to find a more private location. The bus moved on soon passing through Galchi from where we got a glimpse of the Trisuli which we were to follow till Mugling. Baireni bata Trisuli ko cheu cheu hudai we passed through Belkhu and Adamghat. During our momentary stop at Gajuri, I surprisingly noticed a “Snooker House.” Until a few years ago, it was not even common in Kathmandu. At the junction where the road to Dhading splits, I saw a dilapidated Isuzu bus of Sajha bound to Dhading. That was the only long distance Sajha bus I had seen that time. Pahila ta kati travel gariyo Sajha ko hariyo bus dekhi liera nilo Isuzu ra Mitsubishi ma pani, both local and long distance. Dikka lagyo sarkari sanstha haru taal dekhda. Ani Malekhu ma macha becheko dekhay at several stores. “Janakpur ko macha Trisuli ko bhanera bechdai chan mora haru” bhanne sochay. A few kilometers from Malekhu, our bus stopped at the Blue Heaven Restaurant, which seemed to be a popular stop for the tourist buses. As we unboarded, the chain smoker’s bus was about to leave. He was on the line to board the bus behind a few other passengers, once again smoking. I was thinking, he must have been taking his last dose of nicotine before the next stop, which may be at least a couple of hours later. “Hey there is that chain smoker again”, M said once we were at an inaudible distance from him. We took our seat right beside the river. Once again they started teasing me about our bus. “It is all your fault. The bus #101 does not even exist and now we are in this screwed up Monica bus. Even that chain smoker got a better bus.” Eventually the screwed up bus got nicknamed Monica Lewinsky Bus, and later on simply the Lewinsky Bus. Kramasa