Like the many Egg Men of Kathmandu who prowl the streets early in the morning, I too I am feeling a touch delicate after twenty-four hours of travel. But I am home safe, the dreadful creatures are well, and CW continues to eye the calendar for April 18 when I depart again to Seattle/New York. The trip to Tribhuvan Airport was uneventful, though the streets were eerily quiet. Driver's "secret" way through roadblocks: a crudely written sign, "Tourist Only" in front window. The airport was a big "tearfest" and I was smothered in a sea of silk khatas. Smooth trip home with Irish Customs taking a keen interest in the two kilos of this strange looking incense Gombu's mother had given me (for delivery to Tenzing Sherpa, Gombu's brother, who lives in New York).
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