I'm stuck in a small town in Nepal, trying to get to Kathmandu. The town is dominated by four donkeys that seem to own the streets. The main form of transportation is either ox-pulled cart or man-pulled rickshaw. It's a bit like rural Kentucky except everyone is Hindu--or--a bit like rural Pennsylvania except everyone is Buddhist. Automobiles are a rarity... ATMs--nah. Water Buffalo roam the streets and are features on menus.

Since there {italics} 'be' {italics end} a strike (which means people show up to work and sit around at their post, but do not work {i guess that is one way to make your point}), we are flying to Kathmandu.

Oh, AND, a man three days ago, when we entered Nepal, would not sell me a ticket to Kathmandu because I am, and this is a direct quote, "a {italics} Kyke" {italics end}...

I love traveling.