I left America on January 30th 2013 with a one-way ticket to Bangkok, a boy, and two school backpacks as luggage. We were stopped by the airline company crew who asked us a bunch of questions, because of course we looked extremely suspicious.
For a while, we settled in Vietnam, after having visited Cambodia. I hated Vietnam with all my heart, probably because I didn't give it a chance, mostly because I was extremely depressed and definitely because I was suffering from culture shock and didn't do anything to address it.
I don't have much recollection of that time of my life and it's better this way. Well, if I really wanted to revisit I could probably dig out emails, chat logs from that time, but I'd rather keep that part of my life behind the closed of door of suppressed memories. It will have some solid company and I get to move on.
From there, we visited Hong Kong, Malaysia, and finally took a plane from Kuala Lumpur to Kathmandu. Oh Nepal. I've been living here for 6 months and will probably be staying for a little bit longer. The first days in Kathmandu were strange and made stranger by all that mud brought by the monsoon. Everything was chaotic, dirty, foreign. And now it all feels so familiar; I don't sweat the open meat stalls, the buzzing cars who don't follow any rules, the âten rupees, chocolate, penâ screams from children, the constant haggling and the omnipresent rice and lentils. Â











