Dear faithful readers, Serendipity has left me with a few hours to kill, in a place with no internet, so I am taking this opportunity to wrap up my sorely neglected travel blog. First, I will finish Nepal, before giving you a glimpse into the tapestry that was India. I believe I left you on the mountain, waiting desperately to be clean. I woke up to a new year, well, the Nepali New Year anyway. After a brief stop at the famous Everest View Hotel, Kamal and I ...

It all started with a story about a yak and an outhouse... Ever since I was little, I remember hearing random stories about my dad's Nepal experience with the Peace Corps. Some of them were interesting, some hilarious, and all a bit crazy, but they inspired me to follow in his footsteps and see if and how the country had changed in the thirty years between the father and daughter visit. So, armed with nothing but stories, the Nepali words for "I'm full" and "Wha...