Ham Diaries

Above: Waiting for my connection from Bangkok to Nepal. My backpack is nearly as old as my tattoo. I'm reminded of years ago, rolling drunk at a beach bar in southern Thailand drinking with a beautiful young traveller who I had absolutely no chance of seducing as she was way out of my league. She asked why I had a tattoo of a compass on my leg to which I replied "It's for when I'm drunk or lost. All I have to do is lay flat on my back and put my leg straight up in the air at right angles to the ground. Then look at the compass on my leg to know which way I have to go. She said I was a genius. At that comment I thought my chances of seducing her had just increased tremendously.



The captains of planes don't have to announce you are arriving into Nepal, the majestic grandeur of the Himalayan mountain range does that well enough normally. Unfortunately this was my first trip where the cloud cover concealed most of the worlds tallest peaks.



Photo from my hotel.

Kathmandu is a dusty, polluted, chaotic, ramshackle of a city and I'm not particularly enamored by it really. It seems to me if everybody sneezed at the same time the city would be reduced to rubble.

On to where I will be based tomorrow morning, the lakeside town of Pokhara. It's best to fly in the mornings during the mosoon in Nepal as cloud cover causes some difficulties for pilots. Unfortunately too many planes go down here. I'm on the earliest flight.

Namaste from Nepal.

Ham