No walk in America...

Yeah, I know. We drive everywhere. I like to walk from the Himalayan Society to the hospital. It gives me about a half-hour to observe an environment that is completely different from what I am use to. I am pretty sure the lady that I walked with was a student in one of my classes (not 100% sure, I don't take attendance...that would require me to take a class) and she was very polite. I think most of the local people I am around try their best to or at least act like they can be my guide. It may be part of the culture, I am not sure. She kept explaining how to hop on a tuk-tuk, then a bus, or if neither, just take a taxi. It was pretty funny. It took a minute for me to explain to her that I just wanted to walk (language difference), but she mentioned something about her being in Colorado (?) at some point in life and how people "no walk in America". I got such a kick out of this. I mean I guess she is right, we do pretty much drive everywhere...even in town. She said something to the effect of nice cars and nice roads, but did mention how walking is good for you. It was neat to walk and talk with her...another reason to not catch a ride somewhere, get involved and interact with society. Speaking of interacting with society, I am glad that my reputation of being a walking carnival followed me around the world (or across Kerah, I am still researching if the world is flat or round). So I am walking down this road after the lady turned and headed home, it is pretty dusty and busy (cars, people, dogs, tuk-tuks, trucks, bicycles, motorcycles, cows, chickens, you know the usual) and I have to quickly change to ninja-cat mode to avoid a car, a dog, a guy, and a street-fruit-vendor-cart. The movement worked out well, I did not get erased, but the finish was not the greatest, I landed in something squishy and slightly greenish-brown in a rut along the road. Damn. I am not entirely sure what it was, but I have an idea since I have spent a lot of time in the Knox area. I think I was probably about to swear or something, you know instantly after I felt the squish, but I looked up and there was an awkward pause between me and two ladies who were sitting on a little hill against a fence. And then...the laughter. I guess they thought it was funny and when I saw them laughing, I replayed what just happened in my head and it ended up being pretty funny. Comedy, shared round the world...I am happy I can be of assistance even when it means I have to step in yak or cow s#!t, whatever it was.

I observed a few things things today...things I will not comment on. They aren't necessarily bad, just different. I am in no position here to really do anything. I am not here to change the world and I highly doubt I am even making a difference. If any world is being changed, it is my own and a journey such as this is making a difference inside my own head.

English class is pretty much a game of Charades. I suck at charades. This game is probably another example of the comedy that follows me wherever I go. I think there are some Queen's English words that have been snuck into the book. It is pretty clear to me that I don't even know the proper workings of american english let alone the Queen's, so again, I am a walking carnival.

Tomorrow should be fun, I think I am being taken to Boudhanath...like a holy Buddhist site, it is special to the Tibetan people I am hanging out with. I live for adventure. I also need to search all of my files for the 2010 AHA guidelines, a doctor at the hospital wanted me to do some kind of a class : / The journey just keeps getting more interesting...

Here is some color. This was probably taken looking out the back of a tuk-tuk. I also need to talk to my good friend, who is a geologist, about having some Himalayan style mountains installed as the backdrop for the view from my front yard...it is the most aesthetically awesome view ever.