Preparations

Tour paid.

Flights booked.

Accommodation in Bangkok, pre and post Nepal, booked.

Travel insurance booked.

Hiking socks, pants, top and jacket purchased.

Microfibre towel purchased.

Ran/walked, three times this week.

Butterflies of anticipation, nervousness and excitement, commenced.

A million things still to do.

Could it be?

....... that I WILL fulfill a dream I have held for the last 12 years? It has come up, in the most unexpected of ways, out of the blue. Last week, The Husband forwarded me an email about a trek in Nepal. Thus followed 5 days of frenzied research- could I? Couldn't I? Should I? Shouldn't I? I thought and researched and researched and thought. And late last night, I decided that, no, it was too much to do on my own, the prospect was a tad too intimidating. Not to mention too far away. And isolated. And scary. And.....insert lame excuse here....

The fact remained though, I felt, that in this 40th year of my life an adventure was needed and I thought I had one sorted out.

Until The Sister informed me today of a deal she had seen, to the same location The Husband had forwarded me 5 days ago.


I looked. I liked. A lot. The old, familiar yearning in me rose again and I half jokingly, in a very round about fashion, suggested to The Sister that we go.

Dear reader, she said would go.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I am going to Nepal.