The Mis-Adventurer Mag

Ok, the first stage has to be choosing an adventure. Various ideas have drifted in my mind about this, mostly involving Indiana Jones and retrieving some missing relic from the clutches of baddies. This seems unlikely though. Firstly, I'm pretty poor at fighting, and secondly, although I do own a hat and a leather jacket, I am told they look stupid.

Inspiration, or rather validation, came on Monday night in the form of Mark Beaumont, and his cycling exploits. Watching his home made video made me long to be out on the road, camping under the stars. I had already thought of cycling from the Atlantic to the Pacific when I read Long Way Round, it seemed like a vary viable idea to me at the time, but I had forgotten all about it in the process of getting my nursing qualification.

This morning we escaped the chaos of Kathmandu and headed into the mountains. It was our first experience of Nepali buses and, having heard a little about them before we left, they didn’t dissapoint. The morning was quite foggy and as we headed out through some pretty grubby Kathmandu outskirts our speed started to pick up. Suddenly, the bus in front wasn’t going quite fast enough for our driver though and he swung sharply to the right, veering into the murky fog.  At this point the visibility was probably about enough for me to trundle on at about 20 miles an hour, in my own lane, peering ahead with narrowed eyes. Our bus driver, however, took it as an invitation to barrel on into the murk at 60mph, merrily blowing his horn as if that makes as the difference.