|Thamel district in Kathmandu.|
I frequented the hotel spa for massage, had my first shave with a straight razor, and caught up with my blog. We did not go to the Monkey Temple, or the Palace. The activity board in the lobby offered everything from zip line rides to river rafting. Ty and I passed on all of them. We were done. We just wanted to go home.
The four hour flight from Kathmandu to Dubai delivered us into a world of modern amenities that hummed with vibrance, even at one in the morning. The contrast to everything we had known for the last two months was unsettling. The ticket agent at the Emirates Airline counter took pity on our confused and bedraggled state. “You cannot ride in economy class on this flight,” he informed us in a deadpan fashion.
“Why is that,” Ty asked, alarmed we had somehow been bumped.
“Because we have upgraded you both to Business Class,” the agent quipped with a smile.
I ordered a Bloody Mary as soon as the jet lifted off. Lowering the motorized privacy screen that separated my recliner from Ty’s, I asked “Have you got any Grey Poupon?” The flight attendant brought us warm towels and shaving kits, slippers and eye shades. After breakfast she made each seat into a fully prone bed with sheets and pillows. I settled in to sleep off as much of the fourteen hour flight as possible, but my mind would not quiet. It needed to make a final accounting of things before critical information was lost in the comforts of the life I would return to.
For myself, I will say it this way; I stayed true to my path.