Spring is in the Air...

Hey, just like the "fresh water" geeks at 164th Street in Lynnwood, Washington!

Time for my shower..

Came across this fellow when I walked to Pashupatinath for the day. The village has Nepal's most important Hindu temple and the Bagmati River where funeral pyres are constantly burning. This guy certainly plays the off-season at Fisherman's Wharf San Francisco based on his "well-versedness" in "rupees for photo" routine.

Daphnes etiquette adjustments..

Better than "Main Street Kids" or "Little Ones"

Why Jack wants to move to Nepal...

Pelu Sherpa

Gombu's mother and notorious incense smuggler (and married...note apron)

Kate Sherpa...

in traditional Sherpa dress and ready to make move anywhere her parents will continue to remain "under" employed. A striped apron will go over the dress once she is married. (Note: If ever invited to Sherpa wedding, don't eat the wedding cake, don't even go there--sorry Sumi!)

Do you know the Muffin Man...

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).