And just to prove I did do some work...

in between visiting temples etc. here is the sole piece of photographic evidence.

Over the last couple of days I've consumed a wide variety of strange, unidentifiable, majorly spicy foodstuffs...Fave dish so far are 'Mo Mos' which are very much like Chinese Dim Sum eaten with a chili type dip. Generally no idea what I'm eating but mostly tastes pretty good...that said it was ever so slightly disconcerting watching the cockroaches skuttling across the floor in the restaurant last night....best not dwell on that too much I reckon....

Traffic report

You have seen nothing like the traffic here...something else. This is the capital City but there are no road markings on the roads, pavements are virtually non-existent, sacred cows aimlessly wander the routes occasionally sleeping by the central reservation, and there are cars, buses, rickshaws, tut tuts, mopeds, bicycles and scooters a go-go, but it boasts a total of two sets of traffic lights! Traffic is directed by extremely brave policemen who stand in the middle of the mêlée gesturing with their immaculately white gloved hands and presumably muttering prayers under their breath! To drive here you need nerves of steel...definitely a case of 'who dares wins' even to get out of a road junction!

The meetings we've had this morning have been both fascinating and vital. I've learnt loads of stuff about the caste system here which is predominantly based around geographical location as well as the social status of the various factions. The selection of the right mix of individuals has a huge bearing on recruitment as you've got to get the balance/heirarchy of teams weighted in the appropriate proportions or you end up with major dissent. I absolutely love the fact that this job means I'm having to learn and use so much cultural stuff as well as basic selection procedures.

Chaotic Kathmandu

would be a good description from what I saw on the way from the airport. Not a particularly pretty place but vibrant. City of exhaust fumes and incense, pashminas and pot-holes, cockroaches and kukris (traditional symbolic weapon for Gurkhas)

Now ensconced in the Yak & Yeti Hotel which is actually infinitely better than it's name might suggest.

Destination Delhi

but having reached there I'm not sure it's the type of place anyone wants to spend five hours waiting for a transfer :o/ The airport itself is firmly still in the 1970s with the type of amenities that might of been state of the art in those days, but decidedly jaded now...So having sat around until our bums were numb we eventually went throught the usual rigmarole of passport control, screening etc. encountering loads of staff but absolutely no systems or process. Got to the gate ready to board only for my colleague to be sent all the way back to first base because one of the guys on x-ray hadn’t stamped his luggage label...the poor chap on the gate was lucky he didn't get lynched…combination of sleep deprivation and frustration at the lack of any organisational ability.