We all made it to Everest Base Camp, thought it was near-Hell getting there.
I have a journal full of day-to-day encounters to tell you all about when I get the time (and the internet).
Meanwhile, we didn’t get to see the England match but we’ve heard all about it – so before I sign off – a couple of jokes to share.
-Why did the chicken cross the road?
According to FIFA it didn’t.
-Fabio Capello walks into a bar.
Sorry, I mean ‘job centre’.
-Africans finally have the chance to tell the English to go back to their own bloody country!
Things to know about the flight from London to Kathmandu via Delhi:
1. The flight is at 9:30 PM, not AM which means that passengers do NOT need to arrive at Heathrow at half five in the morning.
2. Delhi is the most stiflingly hot place on Earth but the service on Air India is exceptional, especially when you have moved seats on the half-empty flight so many times that you end up leaving your camera under a seat. That’s when they really come into their own.
3. You won’t sleep.
We arrived into KTM at around 4 in the evening and had the ritual welcoming with prayer scarves from our guides before being led to the bus, all the while being heckled by would-be bag ‘porter’ i.e. thieves. Kathmandu is the most bustling city I’ve ever been to. It is very much unlike Africa where to be White is to be constantly reminded of that fact. In Nepal, you’re just a tourist.
The streets are paved, but they still have street children.Electricity is freely available but the electric wires hang down low over the roads and look desperately unstable. We’re staying at the (comparatively) luxurious Hotel Tibet near Thamel and we leave tomorrow for the plane to Lukla at 5 in the morning.
Have been running round trying to sort out various things which should have been sorted ages ago including rent, kit and not leaving my camera in Kirsty’s flat.
Left my luggage at the Lansdowne Club for the afternoon which saved me a tonne of money and possibly also my summer.
I’m off to Heathrow/Delhi/Kathmandu.
See you on the other side!
Staying with Kirsty MacLeod in Holland Park for a couple of days before jetting off to Nepal to do the trek and have to say, haven’t had an opportunity to be THIS lazy since Christmas. Kirsty has a set of keys to one of those private parks for use only by local residents.
but somehow I doubt it will beat this:
But to be perfectly clear – yes, that is his son whose face he is attaching a large and explosive rocket.
I love to laugh at Americans
The Upstanding Citizens Brigade comedy improv group are a comedic theater group from America.
Here is their version of events regarding BP and the Gulf of Mexico fuck up.