Tuesday, October 30, 2007

too much to ask, apparently

Borderlands, 16 km from the Tibetan border

so this morning, kim and i hear that 23 people are arriving at camp for the night. although we never discussed it we look at each other and agree: men.

to avoid each other's thoughts we open our books, clever ruse, and fall silent as our imaginations go to work: how quiet do you have to be in a safari tent? do i need more candles? do any of my clothes not stink? maybe we don't sleep at all, and christen patch after patch of grass along the bhote kosi river?

three hours later there is dust in the distance. crumbling gravel. engines. blaring nepali music. they're here.

and one by one they appear. 22 dutch women. and one man. very friendly looking. about 54.

okay, okay. i hear you. no expectations. i carry myself to the river, squat down on my heels nepali style, and laugh at it all. the river laughs too. the mountain smiles. even the guy taking a shit in plain view on the other side seems to shrug his shoulders and smirk empathetically.

between rafting tivers and scaling canyons, we chill at the Borderlands camp site

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

heh.. men. reading eat, pray, love. can't wait 2 meet.