Just getting to this place is an ordeal, after being told by our moto driver that the road ahead was too narrow for him to continue we had little choice and were forced to continue on foot. Feeling stranded and lost a dapper Indian boy (maybe 8 years old) approached us and said "Yes, yes, come, come!" Being mildly well traveled my wife an I exchanged looks then asked him if he knew Mohammad's House. He replied "Yes, yes," and having no other options we followed the little guy. He knew a good amount of English and in roughly two minutes had expressed that his name was Arvand, he lived closed to Mohammad's and wanted me to play cricket with him some time.
Arvand continued his tour and we felt safe with this kid. He pointed to a small brick structure to left and said "My house." He then motioned right and stated "Mohammad's House." I thanked him several times and he parted just as quickly as he showed up.
We checked in and were in love with Mohammad's House. Mohammad himself was kind. He told us any information we needed and what would be on the menu for the week. After meeting his wife, kids, and parents (who were our nightwatchmen, grandma is pictured above) he took us to our room. It was small and rustic but had so much character (we were sad to leave this place).
If you're on the main road in town, ask where Fujia Green (restaurant close to Mohammad's) is and Mohammad's House is a couple blocks north from there.