I nearly died in this place. Travelling with my mother is bringing out my inner consumerist and yet I can’t buy stuff (well not much…) because there’s only so much the backpack can handle! No idea what it’s called but the awesome cafe upstairs is Thamel Coffee – it’s down a street full of ethnic clothing and hippy prints galore in the Warorot market area. I don’t want to ever go back to work wear! One day when I have a place of my own (when?) I will coat it in ethnic prints and fabrics and it will be my escape from the world of red and navy.