I woke up yesterday morning in Kathmandu which I must tell you felt quite surreal. Surreal on so many levels. I sat in a well appointed kitchen iMessaging with family. I ate muesli and drank french pressed coffee. I could hear mopeds honking, bike bells dinging, dogs barking, birds chirping and neighbors hawking loogies. After being in Bali it all felt strangely familiar but, having creature comforts like delicious coffee seemed almost out of place.
I had the day to myself and I must tell you, I'm not the best solo traveller. I get nervous to leave the house. I literally put on my clothes and shoes and then laid back down on my bed with my face in the pillow. Just laying there thinking about stepping out the door. I had to talk myself into it. Think about the photos you'll take. You can have a snack. Coffee! If you go outside and you don't like it you can turn around. The thought of leaving the safety of the house and courtyard made my gut clench. After awhile I start to feel ridiculous and it's usually this point in my solo forrays into the unknown when I begrudginly leave the house. Give me an hour and I'm like, 'yep, look at me - total badass - foreign travel - pssshhh...piece of cake'.
The fact I left the house before 1030 was a major victory. On day one in Bali I didn't talk myself out of the house until late afternoon!