I had big dreams for his post, I tll ya. Hug dreams. But those dreams got dashed some point while tryting to type.
It’s hard to be eleoquent about the sites nad smells of Kathmandu, what it’s like waking p today and actually feeling ‘lst’ (yes, me, feeling lost) or a couple other thngs in my head, when I’m spending more time edting then typing!
So This post turns insta into an example of what you may expect when traveling abrod and using an internet cafe (or cyber cafe, or or or or). Her’s an example: the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. Crap, that’s the one time it worked for every damn letter!! BVut I’m having to pound on this 1970′s keyboard like Neal Peart in convcert! It’s frustrating to say the leas, ad ewver place is different. This one has a hella sticky keyboard and a machine that threatens to kill your video if you tap the side of teh computer too hard. Yesterday’s shop had the world’third most uncomfortable stool. Most are slow (ok, so I’m traveling in third world countries where I’m sometimes lucky to hav electricity, I know). Even in the nice, fancy Icheon airport in Korea, they had to place menus under the mice for the thing to work.
But, as I don’t hav emy laptop and chose this life, I’ll live it. It’s really not that bad, but it’s also frustrating to try to post anything meanng ful wherespelling mattrs. And spaces. And, well, my hands hurt….
