Back in June 2019 when Jen and Roz and I were returning from the Buddhuist and Hindu pilgrimage site of Muktinath, high in the Mustang, we came upon one of the many traffic stops on the new road which is still very much under construction (and very sketchy.) But instead of finding ourselves stuck, we stumbled upon an amazing impromptu dance party.

I am just back from Nepal, and starting to process an amazing month, and thousands of photographs, taken across the beautiful and ancient country. I am not sure what I expected as this was a particularly seat of the pants trip, in spite of months of planning (more on that soon.) Every plan it seemed had to be reworked, leading to better outcomes than anything we could have imagined. In some ways thats what makes an adventure.