When I arrived at bocala, I picked up the "dusty" backpack from the trunk of the car. I didn't have time to take into account its appalling. I had to contact Xiao Hu as soon as possible, because she helped me to book the inn in bocala.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the Inn and saw Xiao Hu again, just like seeing my friends for many years. A few words of greetings gave rise to a kind of unspeakable intimacy. She picked up the wind for me. She went to a Chinese restaurant in the Commercial Street East of Lake Fava. Finally, she ate the long lost shredded potato with vinegar

Maybe it's too late to wake up at 8:30! Fortunately, before I went to bed, I had packed my backpack, washed my face, and rushed to the station to take the bus to bocala at nine o'clock.

Xiao Hai and I passed through the upper barrier of the road, and finally came to the gate of the casino. As I saw across the road before, two Nepalese Security Guards smile to help us open the door, and then "please" us into

Leaving badgaon, I went back to Kathmandu, packed up and ready to leave for bocala tomorrow.

Just entered the gate of the youth brigade, inexplicably saw some color lights under the eaves, several strange faces were busy in the yard, they were all Chinese!Seeing me at the door, they cheerfully said hello to me: "Happy New Year!" I was a little surprised, quickly picked up the mobile phone, flipped through the calendar, only to find that tonight will be the new year's Eve!

Out of badgang, we're going to take a minibus to nagakut.

We followed Google map for a long time before we found the station. There were several minibuses in the station. There was a Nepalese boy standing at the door of each minibus. They stepped on the steps of getting on and off the bus, holding the door and leaning out half of their body. While waving their arms to the crowd around, they yelled at the destination of the minibus