Until We Meet Again, नेपाल

After some not-so-minor hiccups at the border and an unexpected return to Kathmandu, I am finally at KTM airport for the short flight to Delhi. I haven’t slept much, and I got a closer view of how the Nepali Immigration Sausage is made (not pretty), but all-in-all it wasn’t too bad. I tried to get them to simply deport me in order to expedite the matter, but no such luck. Fines, fees, and bureaucracy, Nepali-style.

Stay tuned for 3 months of Indian adventures, starting with a motorcycle jaunt through Ladakh and Kashmir. To my Nepali friends, see you next year!