In Lumbini Oisin makes friends with a monk from Myanmar.
No, we didn't do anything as stupid as hire a moped for the three of us, wear ill-fitting helmets, and drive around Pokhara for a day with the helmetless child standing on the platform, hanging off the mirror stems, cackling with delight for hours at a time. Of course we didn't. And if we had have done something as stupid as that, I certainly wouldn't be posting pictures of it here, would I?
Oisin got a table tennis lesson from one of the Nepali kids in Pokhara.
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