These are not my hands, and this is not my bike

This is Jivan (JEE-ban), who's taking apart and putting back together a V-brake from a bike owned by my friend Isabelle--a bike where the brakes' springs were so damaged that Jagat (jə-GAT--below) broke one not by adjusting it but by touching it.





I know: I was watching the whole time. And then I broke another, so I got to ride the bike back to Kathmandu with only the front brake working.

The best part was that I got to ride down this, which has leeches:



House at the top=starting point.

Tree at the lowest point=bottom.

Leeches=everywhere.

And I get to do this every week!