Nepal - a little bit up, a little bit down
This little story begins on my 49th birthday (a few years ago). We were in a hotel room in Kathmandu, Nepal where we had spent the last four days exploring this mad, dusty, busy, colourful city. Now I love mad, dusty, busy cities, so it was as good a place to celebrate a birthday as any. The idea to visit Nepal came about due to a bargain voucher - and I do love a good bargain. Exotic Nepal, dreams of prayer flags and temples and of course the Himalayas. The night before we had met our travel buddies, eleven people of all ages (yay, not the oldest) that we would be spending the next two weeks with.
Opening the curtains and flicking on the kettle, the sun was
just rising and the city was awakening. One of my first thoughts was that the next
birthday would be the big five zero. F#*K, where do the years go? I’ve never really given much thought to my age, I didn't feel
“old” and I'm pretty sure I didn't act my age. Age is just a number right? I'm beginning to think this is something that old people say.
A yoga session was the first “activity” on the agenda and I joined some of the others in our group for a bit of breathing and stretching. Balance has never been my forte, hence I’m crap at yoga and there was no way my stomach was ever going to be able to do the “rolling” that our instructor seemed to be effortlessly doing. My attempt was rather more like a spare tyre bouncing around between fits of the giggles. But never mind, may as well, limber up for the trek ahead and a bit of mindfulness never goes astray!
