Chapter 49: Hitchhiking
Dinner was a basket of bread, fresh from the oven. The hotel retained its Colonial Era style, and the service of baking bread in the back kitchen was still available. Mineral water with bread was how Chen Nuo made do with dinner—he wouldn't dare touch the local curries and bean soups.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, Chen Nuo ambled out of the hotel and onto the streets of Kathmandu. In this era, there weren't many domestic tourists in Kathmandu; Southeast Asia, particularly Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand, was what was in vogue. It wouldn't be until the new media era, a decade or so later, that this place would be hyped up by a bunch of internet celebrities and second-tier tourism dealers, who would concoct the "highest happiness index" gimmick. Nobody knew which dubious organization had come up with this so-called "highest happiness index." In any case, the Nepalese people themselves definitely didn't buy it.
