The Runway Files #179 — The Great Momo Hunt
A quiet day on the work side, with just some edits. It was my mom’s day off again, which meant I had the scooter, so we went for a long ride. We started on the Hulaki highway and rode to the Mai river, which is not the whole length of Jhapa but about three quarters of it. From there we came out at Surunga and took one of the inside roads that only a few people know and use. It’s a beautiful road, wavy, with huge trees on both sides leading into a jungle.
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We came back into Birtamode and met one of my cousins. The rest of the day became a search for good momo. It was the middle of Nepal’s second biggest festival, and only a handful of restaurants were open. We went back to my house, then headed to Chandragadhi to try there, but every restaurant was closed. We had almost lost hope when we saw a light coming from one place. It was open. The taste was horrible, but we had found momo, which was the thing we’d set out to do.
We went home for dinner and then out for a walk. We can’t play deusi and bhailo this year, but we can be onlookers, so we spent another hour watching. Then I came home, and I’m about to go to sleep.
The runway isn’t going somewhere.
