It's a hard knock life...for rich westerners...like us

Angus and I are now living the sweet life. Its hard when you have no job and all you have to do all day is walk around and eat and then sleep off that big lunch that cost you $2.40. Also after having our jet lag (i say our i mean his, im fine!) made worse by the fact that our room had no window to the outside so we decided to ask if the room next door was free...Boy was it ever now we enjoy a large bathroom (no more tripping over the toilet while showering) and a big room with......a small table!! and the blessed window to the outside world. I sent Angus (*sound of cracking whip*)to negotiate this and the hostel guy wasn't so keen but when I made appearance my womanly form and femmine charms obviously had their effect and we got it all for 250 rupees which is $2.50 each. Does this bode well in an establishment where we are told a girl was attacked recently?
While the aforementioned lazyness is true we have dragged our lethagic carcasses out to get organised. We met up early on with Kaji Sherpa the guide who took my dad and sister when they treked Everest in November. Dad had wanted me to meet up with him to say hi and we straight way could see that he was a good guy and found ourselves being given the hard sell be his boss. After a breif but intense dialoge that covered such points as "special sherpa medicine", the great rescue service offered if we fall over a cliff and the suggestion that as I am abit of a fatty i wouldnt be able to carry very much, we were convinced. So on Monday we fly out to Lukla to start a 19 day loop trek that takes us up to Everest base camp over the blahblah pass down through somethingorrather visiting whatsaname and yadayada on the way. Sounds vague-tastic does it not!
Also now that Angus has left to wander off down the street I can take the time to make fun of his nose rash! Ha hilarious!! He seems to be coping just fine with adjusting to life here although we are still in Thamel which really serves as the buffer zone between us and Nepal proper......hehe nose rash! Everytime he talks to someone he adds "cheers bro" to the end of it and noone understands. Often i forget to wait for him and turn around to find him with struggling with ignoring the hordes of begging women and children. And desipe warnings he has made friends with the creepiest rickshaw driver in Kathmandu and yesterday was a little hesitant to leave the hostel in fear of being accosted. He can only keep promising to go for a ride with this guy for so long.