There and back again

I am rolling along at an altitude of 5700 feet in a bus that was last maintained before my father was born, both sides of the road are shear cliffs and we have already lost two tires. In short I am about to die.

Saving Paul

The butterfly effect is a wondrous thing.
We never imagined we would be saving a life when we woke up this morning, if we had we might have been under the influence of a few fewer things…

Piracy in Pokhara

Pokhara is Nepal’s second largest city and for many the only actual place in Nepal to visit.

My tendency to steal boats made for an entertaining first day…