Oh – much to transfer from the ole’ diary to here, some of which include:

1. A long day – one that started with my throwing a poster at the bank manager and ended with me getting kicked out of a friend’s car.

2. The desert – 2 days on a camel + commando was a bad idea. The rest might be up for debate.

3. The night I finally lost it with India’s take on the importance of honesty, the even longer bus ride and breaking down after 3 minutes in Delhi and hopping a flight to Nepal as fast as possible.

4. Kathmandu

…they’re coming – promise (I love how my view of this blog is the masses constantly checking this site for pearls of wisdom instead of bill collectors).

But – thought I might quickly fill you in on my day here. I have less than 2 weeks on my visa and am ready for some fresh air. Lots to see and do, but at the cost of another bus ride.  Which – after 6 months – I’m tired of. So, I wander around and find a motorcycle shop. Some big ole boys for about $8 a day. If I would have known how to ride a motorcycle, I would have rented one and headed off tomorrow.

I rented one and head off tomorrow. Figured that the first few hours of shitting myself pales in comparison to a possible lifetime of regret. Who gets 2 weeks in Nepal, can rent a bike with no license, could spend the days on stretches of road dwarfed by the snow-capped Himalayas and says ‘Naw – I’ll just walk around’? It would have bothered me. So, after posting this, I need to go find a big coat and some gloves. Will also pay some local kid to teach me how to – well – ride a motorbike. I’ve actually never done it. Automatic, sure. But manual? Never.

But I’ve always had to learn quickly when it comes to transport. I stole my parents car when I was 15 and drove – in a blizzard, mind you – 2 hours south to a friends. When my grandpappy offered to buy me the sexy red 4-door on the lot, I didn’t bother to tell him I had never driven a clutch and learned. Quickly. Right there on Memorial, between 31st and 41st. In traffic.

It’s a bad idea – sure. I have no money to cover any damage done to the bike. I have no travel insurance. Nor medical. My parents don’t have enough money to help me should anything happen. A bad idea.

But the world is full of people who let the possibility of a bad outcome ruin their own possible week of memory.

Good luck, me.