Kathmandu Vineyard House Fellowship

I went to my first house fellowship yesterday. First, let me describe the journey there:
3 of us took a 3-wheeled bus (one wheel in the front) for 1/2 hour, then walked a further half-hour to a believer's 'home'. On the way, we passed a blocks-long line of motorcycles waiting for petrol, the station being 'guarded' by armed sentries by a sandbag guard post, the army guarding against looting or rioting, I guess. Even Romania wasn't as bad as that in the 80's. We walked along many alleyways which are all lined with individual 'shops' selling everything imaginable - 100's of these 'shops', which are really only little kiosks set into the walls of buildings, carts selling their wares, goods spread out on blankets on the sidewalks. We went into the side of one of these buildings - a tenement building, up 4 'flights' of stairs (like the stairwell to our 3rd floor) - and your head almost touches the stairwell above you, into the 1-room dwelling of the believer. 16 of us crowded in, sitting cross-legged on the thin carpet. Beside me were a former street boy-turned worship leader, a former riverbed woman. The latter has an inspiring testimony and now prays fervently for anyone who needs prayer. With no guitar or other instrument, they all sing energetically, clapping and raising their hands, then just as energetically begin praying all together. As the Nepali pastor teaches them, they all sit respectfully with rapt attention, then all chorus 'Amen' together. At the end, they all gather in a circle, again all praying at once, laying hands on whoever has needs, with the former riverbed woman praying the most fervently of all. 2 hours later, we make our way to the bus, this time a van-converted-bus, crammed with as many passengers as it can take, and the 'assistant' calling out to every group of people its final destination to solicit more passengers. Quite the journey to my first house fellowship!