For stupid, and immature, and unenlightened, and shitty reasons, I am angry. I am angry at other people, which in turn is causing me to be angry at myself, because directing anger at others is perhaps the most pointless and self-destructive action an individual is capable of. Therefore, this is going to be quite brief, even though I have oodles and oodles of thoughts that I've been kicking around in my head, and oodles and oodles of experiences and happenings that I figure (since you are still reading this) are interested in hearing about. Well sorry, but that's not gonna happen. Anger fucks up everything, including my willingness to articulate with a moderate thoughtfulness. Ok, today we took a 7 hour bus ride from Kathmandu to Pokhara. There are so many white people here, relatively speaking; I'm not sure if I like it or not. Early, early, early tomorrow morning, we fly from Pokhara, through the world's deepest gorge, to the world's most dangerous airport in Jomsom, Lower Mustang. Maybe it is just me, but I feel it is kind of surreal to be flying, to the world's most dangerous airport no less, on the 10th anniversary of you know what.

Expect turbulence is a pretty apt description for life,
-Doug B.