Saturday, 2 April 2011

No pain no gain

OK, so two sleeps was a little optimistic. We were up all night packing, right up to the point when our taxi came to pick us up at 4.50 am. During the day James had finished and posted his Master's dissertation, we had sold the car to '' (and I can confirm that they do in fact buy any car), gone out for dinner with James's Mum and packed up our lives into the attic. We were still finishing packing our rucksacks at the coach station.

A National Express coach followed by Heathrow is never a good start to any journey but, apart from being unpleasant, everything went to plan. I am pleased to announce that Delhi airport has been transformed since pre-commonwealth games times and cricket fever had gripped India. Then finally Kathmandu and sleep.

Unpacking our rucksacks was like unwrapping a Christmas present from a distance relative, unable to look at what was awaiting us. At the moment we haven't found any major omissions due to our seriously rushed packing but the true damage my take a couple of days to reveal itself.

James on the hotel rooftop terrace with sprawling Kathmandu in the background

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