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This is a bit of a diversion from my usual blog, Fossicking About, as I prepare to make my way to Nepal, stay there for 6 weeks and attempt to make my way back to Washington DC.

I'll warn y'all in advance that, even if all goes well (I hate flying so have a rather pessimistic view of it in general. Which means this blog may well be a short one) posting's likely to be limited, the posts are likely to be rather dull and I will not write about travel, as such, but more about events and daily life. While in Kathmandu, I don't plan to do much except laze around on balconies, watch sports and throw sticks for the dog to run after. Oh and do a lot of reading, of course. You can read all about that here.

I'll let you know if the streets have lost their names (as one chap in Berkeley told me this past summer: "there's no Freak Street anymore in Kathmandu!". That's a shocker, I know) or if I run into the Yeti or discover monasteries where mad meddling monks gather. But, in general, I'll probably write, in excruciating detail, about the differences in doing daily stuff there since this is a (sort of) an ethnographic adventure and experiment, as it were.

Those of you still here: I nicked the title off Sir Edmund Hilary's famous words to his mate George Lowe after the first ascent of Mt. Everest by Tenzing and him. Or, as it's called in Nepal, Sagarmatha (or even Chomolungma, for the Tibetans among us).

I've still a week to go before I leave Washington. During that time, I'll write up anything related to travel here, all other stuff on Fossicking About.