Where's the Loo in Kathmanpoo?

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Can you imagine what this entry will entail? A rickety but relieving border crossing from the land of green onions in more food than you’d like to see, to the region of curry in the air. Another long jeep ride into the center of Nepal took us to Kathmandu, capital of one of the countries with the world’s highest rate of travelers’ trots! Only a few days later and we were ready to leave, but the trots got the best of us and put R into the clinic for two days while they tried to drip life back into him. He perked up considerably after 12 vials of liquid, and just as he was about to be discharged, M, who had been fine throughout the week’s tummy trials and tribulations, ran to the loo and expunged her lunch, marking the start of her own bout of food poisoning.

So in all we stayed in Kathmandu a week longer than either of us wished or planned, but we finally stitched ourselves together and made for the Indian border by shared 4x4 after 12 days (too long!)

Luckily, before the trots hit us, we spent two days visiting one school and one orphanage, teaching the kids and dancing with them, sharing songs and lessons about trees and animals. Kids we met were energetic, lively, fun-loving and more disciplined than the Chinese children we were used to. We were happy to find some measure of authority given to elders in Nepalese culture, and had a fun morning exchanging yoga lessons with the children in the Kathmandu orphanage.

m & r

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