iamtheworstbloggerontheplanet.

I'm sorry. I've actually been home for a while now. A little over one week!

AND I'M 20 YEARS OLD!

Weird, huh?

Anyways, I just wanted to finish up this blog and tell you how much this trip has affected me.

I came back very jet lagged and culture shocked. I feel guilty when I want to spend money. I can't believe how clean the streets are. I can't believe how quickly the water gets hot when I turn on the shower. I can't believe the water even gets hot. I can't believe people actually complain about not getting $1,000 rims on their new truck. I can't believe I have a fridge full of food. I can't believe they kill cows here... I can't believe people actually drive in the lanes on the road. I can't believe I spent a month in Nepal.

I will never forget the people I met in Nepal. They are some of the best people on the planet. I am convinced this is true. Especially the kids at the Kathmandu Training Center (I don't know why I call them kids. We're the same age). They are training to be social mobilizers because they love their country and want to make it better. They are going to be awesome.

And this guy. Rajesh. He was only given the opportunity to go to school up until Class 3. Which is like 7 year olds I think... But he's working hard and studying English and trying to help his family back in the village and working to go on a mission.

He's one of the coolest people I've ever met.

To finish up, I'll just leave you with a couple of my favorite pictures from the trip :)

I love Nepal, and I feel like I left a big piece of my heart there.

Someday, I need to go back.

a few of my favorites so far

I have taken so many pictures. Here are just a few.

Oh ya know, just having a moment with superman.Outside the Russian Airport.

This picture adequately depicts how much my mom and I didn't sleep.

I don't really know what this is. I'm being serious. I think it's important, though.

It's RED SQUARE.

The freakin' sweeeet hat I bought in Russia.
The Taj Mahal.
Kam charming a cobra. What you can't see is my mom freaking out behind me.

Little magician boy.
Just chillin in the ancient jacuzzi at Amber Fort.
Second try to get to Kathmandu after the weather forced us to turn back to Delhi.

Stuffed in the Taxi.

So glad to see these little missionaries.

maoist strike

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared. 'Cause I am. A little bit.
We were in playing cards and eating lunch, pretending like everything is fantastic, listening to the t h u n d e r roll on and on, with no breaks in between, when we heard chanting.

From the roof we could see people walking in the street carrying red flags. Maoists. This street is possibly one of the busiest streets in Kathmandu, but we haven't seen a car driving on it for a couple of days. Only ambulances and the occasional motorcycle. It's kind of weird to hear so much silence, when honking is a huge part of driving here. I guess I'm not really allowed outside anymore. I get too many looks. EVERYONE looks at me. They look at me, then at my feet, then back at me. I don't blend in too well in the United States, it's no surprise I really don't blend here. They either smile, or ya know, the other thing. I'm glad I rarely get the latter.

I wish I could see a solution for this country. I've been studying the situation and listening to opinions. I have no idea what is going to happen. If violence starts, Kam noted that,
"We'll be right in the middle of a civil war."
How crazy would that be?

It's kind of hard for me to grasp what's happening because I never in my life imagined I would experience something like this. It doesn't affect me like it affects the Nepalis, but I still feel like I'm partly affected. Wow, the yelling is getting louder.

Anyways, I don't really have much to write.
God bless America.

kidnapped

Yes that's right, I was kidnapped in Russia. They thought I was some famous person and after figuring out that all their ransom letters to Carmen Electra's manager were being laughed at, they set me free.

And now here I am in Kathmandu, Nepal, having the time of my life and trying to remember that you cannot drink the tap water or you might just die. Or something like that.

Right now I am going to write about what has happened since New York. I've already told you about being kidnapped, so now it's time to tell you about what really happened. I know I'm in Nepal but today is the Sabbath day (yeah, it's Saturday), there are Maoists out and about, everyone is sleeping, and there's really nothing else to do but sit here and be serenaded by Goofy, the dog.

P.S. When I say "you", I really mean the computer.
Because nobody reads this anyway hahah.