January 19, 2023 | Leave a comment When The Vegan Way pressed a farewell slice of carrot cake into my hands and bid me a safe journey to Sri Lanka, I said I’d be back in October. What do you know, I awaken once again on the shores of paradisiacal Phewa. The lake winks at me that yes, it’s autumn. Yes, I’m safe. Yes, it’s okay to be bitten by mozzies in the midst of a serious dengue outbreak. Yes, it’s my favorite month. Yes, Nina is on her way to meet me. Yes, it’s happening. It’s all happening. October in Nepal. our menu is extremely limited at this hour. we only have whiskey, vodka, beer, and wine.—plaza premium lounge, indira ghandi international airport, 6am it’s happening.—nina Monthly Mood: It’s Happening Day 1722 pokhara, nepal My body feels old. Like what I imagine an average 46-year-old to feel like even though every body is one of a kind and there is no such generalization of feeling 46. Solukhumbu, Nepal. I don’t know if it’s because yesterday (October 24th) I descended from an elevation of 3,200 to 1,700 meters and can’t feel my butt, or if it’s getting bashed and bruised against the rods of an ill-fitted jeep bed for a few hours as we cut through waterfalls and made drops that I’d previously believed to be only a feature of whitewater rafting. Mardi Himal trek, Nepal. There are other bodily complaints. My face feels papery since leaving Sri Lankan humidity and has been blooming with adult acne across my cheeks for nearly a year. Three Passes trek, Nepal. Of course it all traces back to my gut, which feels bloated, and my microflora, which feels weakened by 54 consecutive months of nomadism. At least I can eat now, unlike a year ago in the Indian Himalayas. Yet every dal bhat, the key to a balanced diet and keeping budget on the Nepali trails, seems to punish me. In short, I can sense what is truly happening. I figure it will take a generous helping of time to heal, or mature, or whatever you want to call the process of genuinely respecting my body and calming my mental afflictions. Sure, I can be 26 and feel 46. I can also be 46 and feel 26. Kathmandu, Nepal. I am an October devotee. I love the shit out of these 31 days. The mood is cozy, yummy—internal warmth against external crisp. The color palette, soft jumpers, and spiced foods have my soul sighing in utter pleasure. Pleasure in the sense of an unbearable lightness of being. obsessions: hemp seed butterpramisha naan housecrisp morning shirtless lakeside runshoney herb ricolaroadhouse pizza margheritaroadhouse spaghetti carbonarastrong coffeevegan way pink panda juiceelaborate oatmealcrispy pomegranatemaking masala chaipumpkin khichdirajmahawkins contura black 1.5lmy v gf stovetop cornbreadbald bliss ballshemp beauty barstibetan rosemary incensechamomile infusionstibetan palo santo incense(deep-fried) millet breadtiharnepali festive feistchewy muttonapple strudel october cookin’: october me: mardi himal trek: In the six days of this hike (including one rest day, two days mostly in vehicle transit) I counted 56 littered Snickers wrappers. Relevant read: Ghanan and Ivorian Lives Matter three passes trek, kathmandu to khumbu: A very special thanks to this one for bringing me fresh gear and another round of smashed Little Debbie’s oatmeal cream pies… …and to every invisible porter for countless trips of instant noodles and beer cans strapped to their worn foreheads and backs. bird of the month: white-throated laughingthrush Source: Martjan Lammertink, eBird. Social ground-feeders with little Santa beards, pecking around the trails and human establishments of the Everest region. current book: vagina by naomi wolf Previous Monthly Mood: Is This A Cosmic Joke Explore my full archive of Nepal and Monthly Moods. Learn more about this round-the-world solo trip.