Part III- Scratched by a monkey

You guys are awesome. None of you said " Rasha, what the hell is wrong with your writings!" I just realized reading back my last email that I have been missing letters, words and jacking up sentences. Think of it as a crossword puzzle. I write and you try to figure out what the hell I am saying.
Sorry guys, but I write either really late at night and by then I am exhausted or early morning, which means, y'all are screwed as I am not a morning person. Ofcourse it doesn't help that the keyboards here are slightly different with some weird characters and some of the letters are in different spots.
Anyway, so this morning Simon and I go to visit Swayambhunath Temple. It is the most popular and recognizable Buddhist temple in Nepal. It was soooo cool. It's a cool combo of Hindu and Buddhism worshiping at the same place. Now what's interesting, other that's being over 1500m above sea level and you go up 365 steps (for the 365 days), is that there are monkey all over the temple and they are sacred. It's believed that they guarded. So there are cats, dogs, pigeons, eagles, monkeys and humans walking/flying in this huge temple...super super cool. Now being a paranoid American and my mom's kid, I don't touch any of these beings. Now my partner, being a Brit, snotty and making fun of me being super clean and paranoid (compare to him), he got scratched by a monkey. The man touches anything and everything that crosses his path..Honestly!!! So being a " manly man" (or whatever) he didn't say anything until I saw blood on his back and he confessed that the damn monkey scratched him. Please pray for me that I won't be traveling with a Rabbis infested Brit.
Guys, why do you do that! I swear to you, we will never think any less of your manhood if you confess to : 1- Being lost (We walked through the landfill trying to get back to our hotel); 2- Being injured (by a damn monkey will might give you rabbis!)
Anyway, we got back to the hotel and I gave him some of my first aid kit stuff.
You know what's funny is that I don't understand half of what he says to me and I don't think he understands me either....He keeps on saying " we are going to Bhaktapur" and I kept hearing " we are going BACK to Tapur) and I have been looking for Tapur all over my guide book Ok! so I am not really the coldest beer in the fridge, but I do my best.
Talk to you soon.
PS: " Mammon" doesn't take pictures. She keeps everything in her "Memory Camera". So now she will never visit India as she has been there in 1972 and she doesn't want to disturb the images in her Camera. Sure why not!!!
PSS: Giving kids balloons instead of cash or candy is a brilliant idea. They had the sweetest smile of their faces. Thanks Paul.