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Sometimes you need a montage…

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Sometimes you need a montage…

You know the other day when you were saying “I wish I could watch a montage of Tim and Gemma in Nepal’s Chitwan jungle to a backing track of an unknown Nepalese street band”? Well today’s your lucky day… Read the rest of this entry

In the jungle, in the in the jungle

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In the jungle, in the in the jungle

Relaxing with a couple of drinks looking out over Nepal’s Chitwan National Park gives you a feeling of tranquility. Nothing can go wrong – it’s just you and the moment. And man eating crocodiles. And blind, charging rhinos, wasps the size of testicles and I’m pretty sure I heard someone mention a tiger. But other than that. Carefree bliss. Read the rest of this entry

Flying through the air with the greatest of ease…

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Flying through the air with the greatest of ease…

I’m finally sat still, not on a bus or walking up a mountain. Instead I’m sat in a Dhampus teahouse after a 6-7 hour trek (that only took us 5!!). But more about that later, first I’ll tell you about the time I leapt from a bridge 160 metres above a canyon. Read the rest of this entry

Ain’t no mountain high enough… Oh wait. There’s one.

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Ain’t no mountain high enough… Oh wait. There’s one.

Neither myself or Gemma are ever likely to climb Mount Everest. We’re probably unlikely to climb any mountain. In fact, we booked a 3 day trek which reaches only 2000m the other day and we’re not sure we’re going to manage that.

But I’ll tell you what, we’d love to climb Everest. To conquer it. To sit at the top of the world and shout, well… to shout “We’re on top of the world!” Read the rest of this entry

What a difference a mile makes… (Kathmandu)

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What a difference a mile makes… (Kathmandu)

BEEP BEEP. We move to the left. BEEP BEEP. Now we step to the right. BEEP BEEP. This time we put our hands on our hips. But we’re not doing the timewarp, we’re just cross with all the traffic. As we walk through the old town in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, we seem to be in the way of every single car, motorbike, rickshaw and taxi. And it really was driving us in-say yay yay-ane.

I’m quite proud of what I did there. If only I knew the words to all the verses maybe I could write about all our time in Kathmandu like that. But I don’t.

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