Before I head into new territory in Africa, I make a brief visit back into Germany and the Netherlands to reunite with my Euro buddies who would like nothing better than to drown me in beer (and hookahs).
I feel like I know more about Nepal than any other foreign country I’ve ever been to. Honestly, I could have written a hundred more things I’ve learned during my time there.
I’d consistently here chatter of Nepalese locals drowning in Phewa Lake, like it was no big deal. It’s true that most of the people there are mountain climbers, not swimmers. So, I decided to take a few groups of students for crash-course swimming lessons–which proved to be waaay more difficult than I thought.
After completing my pilgrimage in Spain, I return to Nepal for a little R&R. However, I may have come back at a rough time as a cow crashing may have opened up the door to unwelcome Nepali karma.
After 32 long days, we finally complete the St. Francis route of our 799 km walk across Spain!
I was more than ready for it to be over.