The Stone Age

Hmmm, well let's see....two days back in India after a fabulously relaxing holiday in Nepal at the gorgeous suite in the quaint and cozy Hotel Courtyard (ask for room 201 and order the basil encrusted prawns to enjoy alongside a stiff mixed whatever while you're nestled in at their comfortable and heavily fortified library/lounge) and it's back to the kind of reality I thought only existed in developing nations. Oh wait...right...

Yesterday we didn't have water, the day before that no internet, today we don't have cable. I'm just grateful that today we have electricity and internet so we can get some work done. Sheesh.

The irony is, Nepal is somewhere on that list of 'developing nations' as well - perhaps is considered even more a part of the third world than India for some reason sure to be provable as totally irrelevant in the scheme of political subterfuge that is modern day mapdrawing and nation labelling - but it's cleaner, more sophisticated, has gentler, quieter people and is more absolutely fabulous all the way around. Of course, it's much much smaller than India and is surrounded by one of the most incredible sights I've ever seen from a plane upon takoff (ie - the Himalayas...talk about wow.) Anyway, my relief comes in less than ten days when we hit the skies again and head off for our new home in Kathmandu. Then, once and for all, I can stop whinging around all the time about not being able to brush my teeth for lack of functioning indoor plumbing or read a book after six p.m. because it's too damn dark in here.