Yaks, Yetis, and Party Clothes

A few years ago, Jack and I backpacked Nepal for a month. We flew over Everest, that beautiful lady of a mountain, in a small plane. But mostly we hung out in Kathmandu, and Chitwan, and Lumpini, and tried to get rid of the guide who’d attached himself to us our first day in country. We fired him five times. He always found us.

Pokhara was our last stop. We had finally escaped the guide and we were tired of travel with nothing but one change of clothes. Besides, from our room at The Stu...

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