Nepali Road, Take Me Home
Well thats it. Its over and done:In 72 hours I'll be home and Nepal will continue on without me. Its been doing pretty well for the last thousand years or so, so I think it will be ok I guess.
These last few days have been fantastic and now I don't want to come home! Fidels or not. The kids were fine and dandy, it was so great to spend a few days with them and see just how much they had grown in the few months I've been away. And noticing the changes I know that I'll be back again soon as can, I just dont want to miss out on all their growing up, like Yoyo getting her hearing aid, Sunita A getting more mobile (she's having another operation) and just seeing them all a little bit bigger and brighter than before. Bistachaap is just the same; calm and green and timeless. The paddies had just been harvested and at night you look down to bonfires of chaff being burnt down in the valley.
I've met some great people and nothing brings all nationalities together like the world cup. Or drive them apart for that matter. Last night found a large group of Voluteers swilling Everest Beer, smoking cheap Yak cigarettes and cheering wildly (or ogling fit young men) in the Australia vrs Brasil game at Budda Bar. Nobody (but the aussies) really cared who was winning or not, so it was a great night of cheap beer, momos and loud conversation.
So in a few hours i'll bargin my way into a taxi and off to the airport. One night in Bangkok later and I'll be headed home...reluctantly.
These last few days have been fantastic and now I don't want to come home! Fidels or not. The kids were fine and dandy, it was so great to spend a few days with them and see just how much they had grown in the few months I've been away. And noticing the changes I know that I'll be back again soon as can, I just dont want to miss out on all their growing up, like Yoyo getting her hearing aid, Sunita A getting more mobile (she's having another operation) and just seeing them all a little bit bigger and brighter than before. Bistachaap is just the same; calm and green and timeless. The paddies had just been harvested and at night you look down to bonfires of chaff being burnt down in the valley.
I've met some great people and nothing brings all nationalities together like the world cup. Or drive them apart for that matter. Last night found a large group of Voluteers swilling Everest Beer, smoking cheap Yak cigarettes and cheering wildly (or ogling fit young men) in the Australia vrs Brasil game at Budda Bar. Nobody (but the aussies) really cared who was winning or not, so it was a great night of cheap beer, momos and loud conversation.
So in a few hours i'll bargin my way into a taxi and off to the airport. One night in Bangkok later and I'll be headed home...reluctantly.
posted by jim at 8:34 PM
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