Eight years, almost to the day, have passed since I first visited Nepal. While there are a lot more tourists roaming the streets, it still has that same chaotic 3rd world vibe that appeals to me on such a visceral level. It feels eerily like home. I don't mean OKC or even Chicago, my mom would cringe at the thought that people randomly pissing on piles of trash that stray dogs are rooting through would be anything like where she raised me. But being here just feels right.
How I got here, however, would appeal to even the snobbiest of travelers...first class on Jet Airways. There I was in camo shorts sitting among suited execs eating my breakfast off real 'jina. I mean china. Not too bad for someone without a job...or a shower for that matter.
I'll post a pic when I get a chance. I'm staying in the Thamel District at a place called Hotel Holy Himalaya. Even ran into the guy who sold us a rug 8 years ago.
Now you all know where I am. Not hitting the trail until the 13th. There's time to join me should one of you get a wild hair.
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Is there a chapel in the Hotel Holy Himalaya? If so please pray for the following:
1.) A job for Booie
2.) A dog for Booie
3.) World peace
Please repeat prayer number 1 (a job for booie) at any place that has the word "holy" in it.
Honestly, I don't really want a dog right now. It made my prayer list look like a Christmas list. Just pray for 1 and 3. Thanks.
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