Walking

Normally, I am known to be “a walker”. I love it. For me its also a way to clear my mind and serves as meditation. While living in Kathmandu, I have been forced to change this activity. Rather than walking for pleasure, it seems I often do it to get to my destination. As sad as that seems, its just tough on the lungs and outright dangerous. I was walking home the other night and almost got taken out by a scooter. They were drunk and didn’t see me. It looked as though they were actually going out of there way to hit me. They swerved and hit the pavement… The bike hit the ground. I was wearing flip flops and have tire marks on my toes to prove!