It's hard to type in KTM in the winter

Dawa, my Tibetan tutor on my porch, and of course he's on his cell and looking through a dictionary at the same time.


Of course I fully intended to update my blog regularly while here in Nepal, but the strange thing is that sitting at a computer and/or sitting in an Internet cafe coaxing along the narrowest bandwith I've had the displeasure in years to encounter just does not seem that appealing here.

Above is the top of the bus on the ride home after a two day rafting trip on the Bhote Kosi. You see Scott, John, David and Derrick.

I wonder why updating my blog holds so little appeal? Could it be that Kathmandu is a vibrant crazy insane developing country capital convulsed with civil war? Or that I'm spending a solid four hours a day trying to beat modern Tibetan into my brain and I'm totally exhausted afterwards? Or that I'd much rather walk and look and smell the city than write about it?

However, I will post some updates soon, especially about the rafting trip of death on the Bhote Kosi.

In the meantime, I'll also post some links on the left to other Fulbrighters who are much more generous with their blogging than I, selfish bastard that I am.

I also posted a few pictures for your bandwith whores, even though it takes kalpas of time to upload them.