Good news and, well...

Having trekked successfully up Kala Pattar and to Everest Base Camp, we got stuck in Lukla waiting for a plane; my guide said he was going to walk to Jiri and then take a day's bus to Kathmandu. Not knowing how long I'd have to wait in Lukla, I said I'd go too. We were joined by a young porter and a Paraguayan soldier, working here for the U.N. We hiked hard the first day in the rain, mud and steep, slippery terrain, not finding shelter until way after dark. On a downhill I tripped and fell but someone very quickly picked me up, and off we trod. When we finally found a "hotel" I discovered that my camera was missing. Two of the guys took flashlightes and went to search for my camera, but no luck. Again in the morning they searched, but again, they said they found nothing. On we went, trekking for over 11 hours, again until after dark, but this time we decided to veer off and go to Pablu, a small village which had an airport, which is where we have been trapped for the past 5 days.

I am back in Kathmandu with only 3 days left until I fly home on the 4th of July. I have notes and tales to tell, but my photos are limited to those the Paraguayan soldier took during our attempt to get to Jiri.

I'm looking forward to c0ming h0me and to taking a shower. My clothes I sent out to wash, but they will not be ready until late tomorrow night. Nothing inthe big scheme of things, no?

I am dreaming of having a festival with Lolo and Oonie, having coffee and walks with friends, running with Oonie, Skyping with Jack, and eating some good, mercury-filled SUSHI!

I miss home.