Holidays in Bhojpur (2013)

Western Holidays | Eastern Nepal

          WHERE : Bhojpur District, Nepal             
           WHEN : December 2013 - January 2014 
      OBJECTIVE : Return to Kot Village for the Holidays                
       DISTANCE : NA


Welcome to Travelogue [X]

Dearest Transglobalista,

If you are reading this, you have arrived here from ports unknown, imagination rapt in told tales and captured images. (Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he?) Perhaps you are trying to decide where you’re going to book your life-changing trip, and thought you might find a wise word or two to push you over the edge.


… you are a very dear, very old friend upon whom I have imposed—well beyond what is tasteful or acceptable in polite society—to assist me in proof-reading and editing this website.

Whatever brought you here, you have landed just a jinth—a wee tad, an iota, a smidgen—beyond the map’s edge. Meaning I haven’t quite gotten here yet. I am writing these travelogue introductions in reverse chronological order based on journal entries, memory, and probably an imagined detail or two. And I simply haven’t retreated this far into my own sordid past.

It seemed easy enough ten days ago. I thought: how long can this take? A short paragraph by way of introduction, and let the existing content do the rest of the legwork. “HAHAHAHA!” sez my OCD–screaming, gasping for air between peels of uncontrolled, mocking laughter. In place of a short paragraph, a string of 500-word essays springs forth from criminally compulsive fingers. Whole days are lost, god knows where, never to be seen again, nor remembered.

So here we are. Many deadlines have come and gone, and this website is begging to see the light of day. My efforts will out, and my other efforts will just have to wait a bit. Who knew that the Transglobalist was a ship’s captain, in command of Neurath’s Boat? Or was that the Ship of Theseus? And, well, who gives a damn?

Much Love (and Carpal Tunnel, too),
October 24, 2016

‘we are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom…’

–some guy named Neurath

Fallen Friends

The Principal of Kot Village School, and a tolerant mentor during my first two stays in Kot. He passed away in 2015. This was the last time I spoke with him before he died.


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