Last time in Kathmandu

All the rain of yesterday had cleared out as of early this morning. 7/10 elected to get up at the crack of dawn, dugout canoe down the river and walk in the jungle. All before 0930 when we were to head to the airport.

I thought about it seriously. River water, camera, hike, dirt, pack vs plane travel. In a very unusual decision for me, I skipped all of the above in favor of a leisurely breakfast, chatting over coffee with the other two who didn’t head out and otherwise being ready to leave on time.

It took longer to drive to the airport than it did to fly – all of 18 minutes on the flight and a few views of the eastern end of the Anapurna Range. All that rain certainly didn’t completely clear the air as you can see.

A quick lunch stop after arrival on our way to the Gokarna lodge.

A quiet afternoon followed by a farewell dinner. As of mid evening – luggage is repacked. I still have some Nepali Rupees and my flight is not till 2045 tomorrow evening.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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