Day 57: Kathmandu
A relief to find him in good health and good spirits. We drink tea in his garden with his admirably phlegmatic wife, who claims never to have worried that he wouldn't come back. Adrian, whilst refusing to answer what he calls 'operational questions', gives us a little more background to what happened that evening when the Maoists called him away from his whisky.
They were taken to an empty house an hour from Lekhani and about five hours later, about midnight, were led deeper into the forest. His escort were not angry but they were insistent, and they had weapons concealed in their shoulder bags.
'I went to sleep in a very filthy bed from which I received a lot of flea bites.' (His only injuries, fortunately.)
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