"You have hair like bob dylan" and other such adventures

Whee! I'm back in Asia!

It doesn't feel shocking anymore, and is actually rather comfortable--the whole Asia thing that is. I suppose I have a tendency to worry and create tremendous anxiety before a big change, but in actuality, I'm having a great morning.

I woke up my first day to a foggy Delhi morning- the sun rising over tropical tree tops. I did some tai chi on our roof top garden, realizing by the time I was done that the fog was actually just pollution and remembering that Delhi is gross. Met another american girl traveling solo and spent the day drinking chai and laughing with funny Indian shopkeepers.

The journey to Kathmandu was also quite lovely. I decided this trip to do things a bit differently, so I am without camera or guidebook. Somehow, this has not made a bit of difference, except that perhaps the universe is conspiring to introduce me to lovely new friends who will help me along the way. The train ride was pleasant, spend with a family of young girls and an older grandmother who did the BEST train impersonation I have ever seen. As I was playing with the cutest of the young ones, the mother decided to tell me that the little brat was actually talking smack- saying even she could get her hair cut, why couldn't I? Rather hillarious. Happened to sit next to the one other westerner traveling to Nepal, so we hopped the 4:30am bus to the border.

The crossing went well, thanks to my guardian angel Yogel, a Tibetan/Nepali who runs two restaurants in Kathmandu and knows more about the Merry Pranksters than I do (apparently one of them now lives in Kathmandu, under the name Dorje, and has become a monk). He got us through and helped us get buses at normal prices. He has also been a great guide around the city.

I'm headed up to Boudha, the Tibetan part of town, tomorrow, and then to Kopan probably the next day.

Also, a note on Nepal: I love this place. The drive up went through verdant mountainside forests (and the occasional road block- "how people are expressing themselves" now with the new government). The people are also beautiful. There are many I could mistake for turks or italians, some distinctly chinese looking, and all you could imagine in between.

chai count: 5