So… perspective and timing, huh?  I guess it is a good thing that I am a fan of irony.

“So this is strange.  The dawning realization that all has gone wrong”

Pa-la broke out the English I didn’t know he had. “Chinese… no good.” I’m with you Pa-la, I’m with you.

I think perhaps I will blame Isabelle, even though it is not her fault.  Her and her fucking pinkies.

I choose to see this as a harsh Buddhist lesson in impermanence and the lack of inherent nature.  The truth is:  I will live.  It sucks but I will live.

All, however, is not lost.  On Wednesday we go to Mustang until the  10th.  We fly to Pokara, drive to Jomssom, and than WALK for FIVE DAYS to Mustang.  I hope someone is willing to carry me, cause that is what is going to end up happening.

SO, talk to you later.  If we do, in fact, go.

OM MANI PADME HUM

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