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and तामाघाट passing through the army barracks (where the infamous Maina Sunuwar incidence occured a couple of years ago) and पाँचखाल. It was where we had walked along with the school children playing games and singing songs. I also took the opportunity to glance at the Tamaghat ko pasal which I and another counselor had visited to fetch our evening booze a couple of times. As the bus slowly ascended from Tinpiple, I could see the
त्यसपछि आफ्नै मुर्ख्याइंले गर्दा अलिकति गाली खाइयो। I had left the bus ticketd and the pebbles on my table. My mother happened to notice them. On the ticket (a thin bluish paper perhaps 3 by 3 inches), the conductor had written in barely legible handwriting काठ देखि दोलाल using his striped Mon Ami pen. Aamaa must have figured out that I went to Dolalghat and brought the pebbles back. She yelled at me, "एक्लै एक्लै भाँडिएर दोलालघाटसम्म पुगेर आउने!!" भनेर। Nevertheless, I made the same trip a couple of times on my next visit repeating the same routine of washing hands and visiting the temple at the dobhan, crossing the suspension bridge, having beer and fish back at the bazaar, riding on the rooftop on the way back, cursing the "bhedas" of Lamidanda bazaar, and remembering the wonderful children and days at the camp while humming those songs we sang. The only difference was that I was careful enough to conceal the proof of travel.
Unfortunately, I have been unable to repeat the trip on my subsequent visits to Nepal. I do hope to repeat that experience in the earliest available opportunity in the future.