Toerke

Clockwise around Boudha’s great stupa we walk our last Nepali walk. The iron bird grants us a high goodbye to the magical Himalayas, the true skyscrapers, the giants of Earth’s kingdom. I think I’ll sometimes miss them.

We land in a concrete jungle and after a train ride from hell in an overcrowded last class, the hammock gently rocks along the Mekong riverside. Lazy Laos awaits us on the other side, the land where one can hear the rice grow.