Every time I think about that message Savannah just posted, it makes me chuckle, and speaking of chuckling and butt hairs in the same sentence reminds me of my ol' friend Chuckles who I met in Nepal. I know he won't mind me blogging about this because he blogged about it on his own blog (how many times can I use the words blog, chuckle/s and butt hairs in just a few sentences? Sheesh, it's starting to sound like a Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers or somethin'). I would link to it but I think if some of my younger readers read his many &%$X* words and saw some of the videos, they may be scarred for life. So, the other day I was telling my girlfriends about how when I was in Nepal there was a guy who
got his butt hairs in a wad and got such bad hemorrhoids that he had to go to the hospital. They thought that was very funny indeed. But the sad thing, besides the fact that I really DO have bad hearing, I have really awful space cadet syndrome and I can not remember for the life of me who I was telling this story to. Amy and Melody maybe? So if you are out there, comment!!!
Now this would ordinarily not be such a funny story I suppose because the poor guy was in so much pain that he literally could not walk toward the end of the trip. I guess that is what happens, I said, when you have to go 12 days without bathing or showering and you're basically pooping in a hole in the ground inside a tent. OK sometimes when we visited teahouses or familes we did have a glorified porcelain-lined hole in the ground, but it was still a hole in the ground. No flusher. And little bricks you stick your feet on. No TP unless you bring your own. And you had to squat and then whoosh your goodies down with a bucket of amoeba-infested water. Ah the joys of Nepal. Or the joy of knowing that journey is in my distant memory!
So Chuckles kept us all laughing I can say that for sure. He is quite the character!! He's a photographer who I met in Nepal who was traveling with the rest of the Cultural Film Fund crew who were filming a documentary series on environmentally conscious travel called It's Your World, and this leg was on Nepal and the red panda. He and I sat next to each other on the bus on the first leg of our journey, before we started trekking by foot, and shared his ipod. For a few short days, we became Wonder Twins...I used to LOVE that show! Wonder twin powers activate! Form of... water! Shape of.... a waterfall!! Or something like that!
Oh and being that they were a documentary crew, they filmed the whole hemorrhoidal thing - all the jokes, and the visit to the doc in Kathmandu, then wheelchairing him through the airport to Bangkok (we all traveled to Bangkok together) and then after I left, surgery in Bangkok when his "issues" just would not go away.
Anyway here is his version from his blog: (but first reading his blog reminded me of the time the porters put up our tent right ON TOP OF COW PATTIES!!! I had to tell them, "This will not do!!" They just didn't get it.)
so....after the last day of hiking....we too a jeep ride into the india side to get together with a friend of brians who is bulding a high end tea house / guest house.....we stayed and drank and froze....its still in the building process....but that morning on the way....i had HEMEROIDAL issues....so the 45 minute bumpy four wheelin drive....was not user friendly....the next day....was the same....but for six hours.....what a royal pain in the ass that was....the next day...brian decided to book he, myself and john kane (so it could be caught on film) an earlier flight back to katmandu so i could get to the clinic....while there....i saw 2 different doctors....I told you I wasn't kidding! The things I see and hear in my career...before i had a surgeon stick two painfully bent fingers where the sun dont shine.....

Maggie & I the other night before going to see Michelle Obama speak at U of H.
The "stompers" that performed before Michelle Obama spoke. Pretty cool. I'd never heard of such a thing! Well I think they were called stompers but now I can not find anything about that term with Google so if anyone knows what they're called, let me know!

She has incredible oratory skills but is very genuine and down to earth. I have read both of Barack's books so I knew most of his story but I didn't know hers but she also shed new light on his for me. I loved how she talked about Barack's mom being a single white woman raising a black son. She said something like, "You know she had to be a dreamer, and in the 1960s!" And she talked about how they moved to other countries so his mom could get him a broader education and do her own social work. Yet they lived on food stamps at times (I related to this because so did I when I lived with Dad).
I was hoping Youtube had a video of already of her talk, but alas they don't. However the Houston Chronicle did an article, "





TX Parks & Wildlife biologists Greg Lawrence and Kirk Blood sampling water quality in the Gulf of Mexico. This is on the R/V Sabine Lake, a modified shrimp boat they use.

A new Liquified Natural Gas (LNG) terminal on the upper Texas coast near the Louisiana-Texas border.
Heading back to shore, and the sun's going down. 



And a great big hug! We give lots of hugs in our family! :) And earlier in the day we were jumping up and down like kangaroos!





A view from one of our campsites. This really exemplifies a couple of things. First, in Nepal there is a lot of deforestation. All of this used to be forest, even within the time Brian Williams, 


This is a rustic fence on a misty day, as we hiked and climbed around looking for red panda in the forest - which was down the hill. You can't see the forest from this shot because the hlils are pretty steep and we had already climbed way back up by this point - plus it's kind of obscured in the photo by fog. We didn't find any red panda that day. Not yet.

A close-up of an intricate door in Dhurbar Square. Dhurbar means The King's square, and there are several Dhurbar squares in Kathmandu. This one is in the Patan region.
A carving of the Hindu god Ganesh at a restaurant in Patan where we had some tea.
Nepali soldiers patrolling, I guess, in Dhurbar Square in Patan. I only saw soldiers in Kathmandu, not outside of the city anywhere.






