We've arrived in Nepal and we've instantly fallen in love with the place. The roads are dirt, the driving is hectic, it's pushy and shove and the people in the street treat each other like "I was here first, move".
There are cows wandering the streets, the sacred cows, upheld by the Hindu beliefs. The guest house is comfortable and we'll be well rested tomorrow and ready to commence work where ever we're needed. The travel here has been tiring, but so worth it. You can see the poverty of the people we've passed on our way to the guest house, picking nits out of each others hair, living under a few sticks with a piece of tin over the top, people living beside the road with children, living of rubbish tips, no welfare support or emergency services here. That's why I thank God that he's given us the opportunity to be here.
I'm really missing my family.