Pokhara, Nepal
November 11, 2008
I lie awake trying not to listen to the romance that seems to be budding in the next room of our tea house. Separated by only one sheet of very thin plywood the two trekkers paired in the next room apparently have no idea that we can hear every giggle and flirtation.
I chuckle to myself as I zip up my sleeping bag, put in my earplugs, don my trusty headlamp and continue to read "The Art of Happiness" by the Dalai Lama, h...