Going home

Back in Katmandu, our base camp for two very incredible journeys, we're preparing the long trip back home. There's bus, train, and air tickets to co-ordinate, dirty laundry to be seen to, and, most importantly, shopping to be done, for which we hope to enlist the assistance of our experts.

Now that the Everest trek and the Tibet tour are done, they don't seem to have been so difficult.

In fact the most insufferable part of the whole journey, for me, has been having to use Windows based applications to update the blog.

It's with mixed feelings that I think of going home. Yesterday as we drove from the Nepal-Tibet border to Katmandu I couldn't help feeling a pang as the afternoon sunlight-baked hills, villages, rivers and terraced fields flashed past. I can see I'm going to miss all this very much.

The truth is there's precious little back home that I'm truly attached to.

For Muha it may be different. A month on since he departed Maaveyo Magu, Muha has admitted to having lately felt a little homesick, notably in Tibet.

But a quick glance at certain websites from the Maldives was enough to reveal that Saffah has failed to carry out a certain task we assigned him to complete before our arrival back there.

For those of you who are wondering what all this is is about I will only say that, like Hilath's closeted heterosexuality, Saffah has his little secrets which he keeps to himself but which most people have always suspected.

On a final note to this rather long post let me add that I'm delighted that this blog is resulting in such splendid discussions about sex, philosophy and Titanic.

And for those of your who are wondering why I like Nepal and Tibet so much, given the considerable political repression they are under, well, all I can say is they've got mountains.