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trekking in Nepal : starry night

27 Feb

The starry night in Nepal will forever go down in history as Brian’s best night on the trip and my worst. After an eight-hour day of trekking through the mountains, we spotted our home for the night, a little teahouse nestled in the village of Ghorepani. With an altitude of approximately 9,500 feet, it was very cold but had epic views of the mountains. I couldn’t believe that it was were we would be staying for the night. Was this real life??! It was so breathtaking.



(top photos by my fellow trekker Margaret)
As we approached the teahouse, we giggled with excitement over all the things we planned to do when we arrived, but first we’d try our luck with a hot shower! Hot showers weren’t always available due to the fact that the water was solar heated. If you were lucky enough to snag some hot water, it usually only lasted 2 minutes. So Brian and I decided that we would shower together to up our odds!
We were so that we excited we started racing to the teahouse!

When we finally reached it, we learned that there was no hot water and that the power was out. My first question was, “well, when do you think it will come back on?”. To which the answer was, “it’s been out for a few months”. Oh Nepal, you are a special little place.

We decided to skip the cold shower and drink beer in the last rays of sunlight instead. For a girl who’s not much of a beer drinker, I certainly became one on this trip. Really, there was nothing better than a cold Tuborg at the end of a long day. Granted, my options were limited, it wasn’t like they were offering buttery chardonnay up there.

We sipped our cold beers and huddled up by the miniature fire to keep warm. Soon the sky began to darken, the view of the snowy mountains faded and the chill of the mountains set in. Everyone put on their headlamps and another layer of clothing.

We all sat around a big table lit by candlelight and ate our dinner. Surprisingly it ended up being one of my favorite dinners with the group. It was all rather romantic in a funny way. I mean, I was with my new fiancée in the snowy mountains of a foreign land eating by candlelight with people I really enjoyed. As cold and dirty as I was, I was in bliss. I felt like I was really living my life.

dark eating

Another name for this trip could have been “the time Kate ate carbs with abandon“. Every single night I cleaned my plate of rice or noodles- sometimes both and sometimes I even started with a plate of momos. If there had been dessert, I would have happily eaten that too. I was insatiable.

With full bellies, Brian and I decided to call it a night. So what it was 8pm! So what the locals were setting up the music in the main room to celebrate the Festival Of Lights! We were exhausted.

We strapped on our headlamps and proceeded to get ready for bed. Let me tell you, brushing your teeth with only a headlamp is harder than you’d think. I pretty much just spit toothpaste on my hand and shirt a few times and proceeded to climb into my sleeping bag. I was so tired I didn’t even care. I hadn’t showered in four days, my hair was a mess, I hadn’t washed my face in two days, my feet were sore to the bone and I am pretty sure I smelled oh, AND I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about in that moment was sleep.

It was then that Brian had a moment of inspiration- night photography! He had to go out into the dark and photograph the stars! I am not one to stand  in the way of inspiration, so I wished him well and he packed up his equipment, kissed me on the head, said he’d be back in 10 minutes and closed the door to our little box of a room.

I laid there in the dark thinking about my day and how lucky I was to be in such a powerful place, how humbled I was by the mountains and the people of Nepal, how nice it felt to be away from everything and it was then that I realized it had been a good 20 minutes and Brian still wasn’t back yet. I also realized I had to pee – a terribly annoying realization considering this meant I would have to get out of my warm sleeping bag, put on my headlamp and pee in a squat toilet in the dark. UGH.

I unzipped my sleeping bag- FREEZING! Strapped on my headlamp- RIDICULOUS, went to the door and pulled. It didn’t budge. Ummm, what? I pulled again. NOTHING. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. Brian had locked the door from the outside. Keep in mind we weren’t working with door handles and keys here. We were in Nepal where you either locked the door by sliding the bolt from the inside or outside. Brian had done so from the outside. FUCK.

I was locked in a dark 10 x 10 room with only a headlamp for light, no form of communication and oh, did I mention I am TERRIBLY claustrophobic. This was probably the worst case scenario for me. Panic washed over me. I sat back down on the bed and tried to figure out what my next move would be. My palms began to sweat. My heart rate began to quicken. I looked around the room for a way out. Instead all I got was the image of the light on  headlamp darting around the room. It was like something out of a bad horror film. I tried banging on the door but nobody could hear me over the loud music. I tried to reassure myself that Brian would be back soon and this would all be over quickly but with every minute that passed I began to go over the deep edge a bit more…and hate Brian a bit more.

I tried to escape out the window but quickly realized that the only thing on the other side of it was a dirt wall. Thirty minutes passed. Forty minutes passed. Fifty minutes passed. With tears streaming down my face I rocked myself  back and forth on the bed and tried my hardest to forget the fact I was locked  in a dark room with no form of communication. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

An HOUR later, Brian walked in and discovered me standing in a corner with my headlamp on, crying. I proceeded to take my headlamp off, throw it in his direction and scream, “I hate you!” hahhahaha. Seriously over the top, right? But it was a really traumatic experience! Terrifying actually. Luckily, we laugh about it now but in that moment Brian had no idea why the hell I was flipping out. Imagine his surprise since he expected me to be sleeping. HA.

Brian’s side of the story- he had gotten caught up in the moment with the gorgeous stars and then watched the villagers perform their “festival of lights” dance for a bit. What a dear, huh?

Really, the only good thing to come out of such a horrid experience are these EPIC photos below by BHG!

the villagers dancing!

the villagers dancing!

20130224_7A9A232620130224_A9A232920130224_A9A2367Aren’t these amazing?? The last one takes my breath away every time I look at it. Magic!

The next morning, as the group ate breakfast, everyone chatted about the sky filled with stars the night before and the fabulous dancing that took place at the festival. When someone asked me if I had enjoyed it, I glanced at Brian, smiled and said, “I missed it”.

More on our adventures in Nepal soon!


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trekking in Nepal : the water buffalo showdown

21 Feb

Well, I can officially scratch “getting charged by a water buffalo” off my list of things to do in this life. It was certainly less fulfilling than one would think. Let me set the scene for you: Shree (our guide), Ann, Brian and I were walking along the winding dirt path. It was another eight-hour trekking day (oy), so we were taking it slow to conserve energy. We followed Shree and his colorful flower walking stick while listening to him sing a song that went something like this…“sometimes trekking, sometimes dating, sometimes a donkey, sometimes a monkey”. I couldn’t really tell you what this meant, so take what you will from it.


Considering Shree was much more adept at maneuvering the narrow uneven rock strewn paths than the three of us, he quickly picked up speed and his singing began to fade. This was normal though. Everyone walked at their own pace and eventually we all ended up in the same place. We walked along talking about our families and life back in the states. Ann was quickly becoming my favorite.

A few minutes later, we spotted the sweetest looking family of water buffalos walking in a row behind us. At this point into our Nepali adventure, we had seen our fair share of water buffalo. They were a common occurrence on the busy streets of Kathmandu,  mostly they could be found basking in the hot sun on the corners of the streets. But up until this point, I had never seen a whole family of them. How cute! Ever the photographer, Brian had to stop and take photos of them.


(the above picture was taken by Ann)

We let Ann go ahead of us while Brian snapped away. The water buffalo inched closer and closer and I began to think…well, now what? What the fuck are we supposed to do when they reach us? The path was so narrow and they were so big. I didn’t like the equation one bit.

So, I asked Brian, “well, now what?”

Brian calmly said, “honey, go ahead to the opening on the path and pull off to the side”

For some reason I heard, “Run as fast as you can to an opening and hide.”

So that’s exactly what I did. I was almost laughing as I took off down the path. I mean I wasn’t really that scared of them. In all my other encounters with them they seemed so docile.

There I was running away from a family of water buffalo in the mountains of Nepal! Was this real life?! Such an adventure!

I turned around to share my laughter with Brian but quickly stopped when I saw the head water buffalo, who also happened to be the largest, running, or rather, charging down the narrow path towards us. Poor Bri guy didn’t know what was coming either, as he slowly packed up his camera bag.

So I screamed, “Brian, RUN!!!”

Brian turned around, quickly took the scene in and began running too. Now we were both running from the huge water buffalo and I thought…now what?

So, I screamed, “Now WHAT?!!?”

Brian screamed, “Jump in the bushes!!!”

So that’s just what I did. I jumped my ass into the prickly bushes and crouched down. Brian jumped in shortly after me, hitting me in the head with his massive metal tripod in the process, accidentally, of course. But man, did it only make matters worse. Not only was I terrified but I was also seeing spots.

The water Buffalo approached, locking eyes with Brian and me and I whispered, “I’m scared” and Brian whispered in my ear, “Shhh, act small.” So we both crouched down even smaller and turned our heads away from him.

“I mean you no harm buffalo. I mean you no harm buffalo. I mean you no harm buffalo”, I whispered to myself.


The buffalo walked past us slowly, turning his head every few seconds to make sure we hadn’t moved. He had put us in check. We didn’t move an inch until the whole family safely passed and then we let out a huge sigh of relief.

Brian’s first words were, “Why the hell would you run from them?!?!? Don’t you know that that makes them think you’re being aggresive??!!”

I don’t know, Brian. It just seemed like the best idea at the time”, I said softly

And then we both burst out laughing. We laughed so hard we began to cry.

Only in Nepal.


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favorite things about trekking in Nepal : the group

19 Feb


After spending five days exploring Patan, Kathmandu and Bhaktapur, it was finally time for Brian and I to meet up with our Earthbound Expeditions tour group and begin the trekking leg of our adventure. Prior to the trip, we had reservations about doing a tour. We’re not really group activity type people. Actually, my dislike for group activities goes way back; it’s the very reason I never went to summer camp as a kid. I knew from an early age that it just wasn’t for me.

But we wanted to do a trek in Nepal and neither of us were willing to do it without a guide- we’re not that idiotic or stubborn!

Orientation was set for 6pm at the Thamel Eco Resort, which would be our home for the night before boarding buses the following morning en route for Pokhara. Brian and I spent our drive there asking each other questions like…What if everyone is in better shape than us? What if we hate them all? What if it’s a group of serious athletes and we can’t keep up? What if? What if? 

What did we get ourselves into?

When I walked into the orientation, I was shocked by what I saw- it was a group of totally regular  people! No hardcore athletes! Holy shit, there was even a couple that looked as if they were in their late 70’s!! If they could trek through the Himalayas, then I could too, dammit. At this point, I still wasn’t sure if I would like any of them but I was quite sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself on the mountain and that was a good start.

The group included Rick and Carolyn, an adorable retired couple from upstate New York. Ann, a gorgeous and  affable (and very tall) young woman from Michigan. She quit her job to go on a three-month trip around the world- I mean, seriously? How cool is she? Paul and Mari, a newly retired and constantly bickering couple from Australia. Sandra and Taiko, an estranged half-brother and sister team from Denmark on an adventure together. Margaret and Kim, a smart, attractive and witty mother and daughter duo from New York City. Maggie, an amiable but quiet young woman from Malaysia, who was traveling by herself. Donna, a middle-aged career woman from Chicago out to find adventure in Asia and Ben, a peculiar little man from Singapore, who made me laugh out loud at least once a day and who ended up buying a donkey to ride for most of the trek instead of walking. Oh and Brian and I, the newly engaged couple (yes that became our “thing”) from Los Angeles.

Oddest group ever. 

As we walked out of orientation, I said to Brian, “Well, hopefully we can steal away a lot on and do our own thing.” Aren’t I positive? But then a funny thing happened, they all became my friends and each and every one of them added something to the experience. Well, maybe not Paul. He took to racing most of us to the finish line each day, which drove me insane. But, the others now hold a soft spot in my heart. There is something very powerful about experiencing such a beautiful, almost spiritual trip together. The beauty on those mountains is unparalleled to anything I have ever experienced. Don’t get me wrong, there were some incredibly difficult times sprinkled in there too. Those moments brought us even closer. We encouraged each other when someone was feeling exhausted by the hill. We shared equipment. We shared toilet paper. We shared laughter each time someone in the group had to brave a new squat toilet. We shared personal stories from our lives back home as we walked along the winding trails. We broke bread together every single night. Even when there was no electricity, we sat together in the dark with only a few candles and headlamps.

Not only did I fall for the group of people I trekked with, but I fell hard for our guide, Shree and all of our porters. Each one of them had such a wonderful joyful energy about them. They all seemed grateful just to be alive. You know when you meet somebody who’s grateful just to be alive? It’s such a powerful energy to be around. It seemed to be a Nepalese character in general. They were the hardest working group of men I have ever met- I don’t say that lightly either. They easily carried between 80-100 pounds of baggage for eight hours a day- with a smile on their face no less! At least ten times a day I would say, “how can that be humanly possible to hold that much weight on their backs???!!” It was seriously mind-blowing.

Each of us had our own personal reason for deciding to sign up for such an adventure. But the common bond of tackling it as a team made for lasting relationships. We tackled that mountain as one.

More on the trek up next…!

(ALL photos by BHG )


this fancy bus got us to Pokhara!



Brian and Taiko enjoying a beverage at the end of a long day


Ann and Margaret


taking in the view at lunch


our guide Shree and his colorful walking stick!


my favorite porter on the trip



Carolyn, Rick, Kim and Margaret


Ann, Le Shrimp (me) and Margaret


Shree and Brian at the top of Poonhill



can you believe how much weight they are holding?? Amazing right?


the newly engaged couple



Ben and his donkey


all of our incredible porters


“Unity is strength… when there is teamwork and collaboration, wonderful things can be achieved.”
Mattie Stepanek

the toe

26 Nov

A few days (5!) before we left for our trip to Asia, I was carrying laundry down the stairs in the dark (because why shed light on the situation, right?) and missed the last step. In my graceful fall to the ground I rolled over my big toe. It hurt. I laid there for a moment thinking SHIT. I got up and tried to walk it off. When I told Brian what happened, I downplayed the whole thing and acted as if it didn’t hurt that bad because I didn’t want to worry him but I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I iced it that night and tried to go to sleep, but the pain was so intense it was hard to sleep.The bad feeling in the pit of my stomach grew. When I woke up in the morning, it felt worse. I couldn’t put any weight on it and it was a huge swollen mess. Not the best situation when you’re about to leave for a three-week trip that involves TREKKING in Nepal. As you can imagine use of a foot is a big part of the equation.

I mean, seriously fucked, right?

I spent the whole day lying on the couch following a treatment plan I found on the internet- R.I.C.E, which stands for rest, ice, compression and elevation. I also did some praying and bargaining with God to restore my foot to good condition. Despite my best efforts, by nightfall I still couldn’t walk and my foot was still a huge swollen mess. SHIT. When my mom caught wind of the situation, she insisted I get x-rays so I could know what I was working with. I told her I had already diagnosed myself online with a sprained toe and was going to be just fine; there was no point in wasting time and money by going to the doctor. But she can be very bossy in situations like this and she pretty much forced me against my will into the car. As I was incapacitated, I wasn’t able to fight back. So off to the orthopedic doctor we went.

Enter in Dr. Irwin, a sweet old man, who took one look at my swollen mess of a toe and said, “there’s blood in there and that usually means you have a break.” I fought back tears and told him that I was leaving for Nepal in four days for a trek through the Himalayas and that I really hoped he was wrong because I needed my toe.

He raised his bushy grey eyebrows to this and said, “Oh I see. Why Nepal?”

“Well, my fiance and I found a great deal online and we decided to take the leap and book it. We’ve been planning it for months”, I said

“That’s a shame. Can I ask you a personal question?”, he asked.

“Sure”, I said a bit confused

“How did you and your fiance meet?”

“We went to high school together and reconnected ten years later”, I said.

“Ahhh I see. I only ask because I have a daughter and she’s twenty-seven and she’s not married. I’m not sure where she’s supposed to meet a husband. Where do people meet husbands anymore? Twenty-seven and she’s not even dating anyone!”

Thankfully, before I had to engage in the conversation further, the x-ray technician walked in to take me to take me to another room. I hobbled down the hallway while I bargained with God some more.

Please God don’t let it be broken…I can’t cancel this trip…Brian would be soooo disappointed…pleaseeeeee don’t let it be broken….I’ll do anything…I’ll even help Dr. Irwin find his daughter a husband! Just don’t let my toe be broken. Pleaaaaasssseee.

Five minutes later, Dr. Irwin had my x-rays in hand and said with a sense of accomplishment, “I was right, there’s the break!” and circled a spot on the x-ray. I squinted and said, “You mean that miniscule rice shaped piece of bone next to my big toe?”

“Yep!”, he said

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was just SO ridiculous. It was such a ridiculous looking break! Of course that’s how I’d go down.

Dr. Irwin went through my options-

1. Cancel my trip to Nepal


2. Trek with the broken toe and hope that I had a high pain threshold.

I went with option 2, asked for a vicodin prescription (helps take the edge off) and boarded a plane to Asia!

…and we’re off!!!

1 Nov

(me in my new sleeping bag)

We leave for our big adventure today! Hong Kong and Nepal here we come!! I can’t wait to share it with you when we get back! See you soon.


“If you put yourself in a position where you have to stretch outside your comfort zone, then you are forced to expand your consciousness.”- Les Brown

prayer flags

18 Oct

the universe has rearranged itself

14 Sep

If somebody had told me a few months ago that the above photo would constitute as my fall boot shopping this year, I would have told them they were on drugs. Kate McClafferty does not buy hideous looking hiking boots in September, she buys gorgeous new leather boots for christ’s sake. But I guess the universe has rearranged itself or something, because I could be found shopping for hiking boots Wednesday night at REI. Totally against brand, as my friend Alison would say.

Ever since we booked the trip to Nepal, Brian has been telling me that I needed to get a pair of serious hiking boots for the trip, ones with better support, especially for my ankles. I kept telling him I could do the trek in my tennis shoes and he just kept giving me a look. Yes, that look, the look that tells you somebody thinks you are insane. I was putting up a good fight regarding my tennis shoes until I started reading the memoir, “Wild”, about a woman who hikes the Pacific Coast Trail by herself and the way in which she describes the state of her feet during the trek has left me with a deep sense of appreciation for my feet, as well as a deep sense of fear. She gets more blisters than she knows what to do with, her feet bleed and her toenails fall off. HER TOENAILS FALL OFF? Ummmm…count me out of that whole situation. I like my toenails and have no desire to lose any. With that being said, I finally agreed to get serious hiking boots and off to REI we went.

When we got to the women’s shoe section I walked up to the boots and almost started laughing when I noticed that some of the boots where 350 dollars- 350 dollars for hiking boots?! That’s crazy talk. I’d rather buy that buttery leather jacket at Club Monaco I’d been eyeing for the last week. So I grabbed the cutest looking boot I could find on the lowest shelf and asked the sweet, goofy REI employee named David, to grab me a size 9. David asked me what I was “looking for in a hiking boot” (still don’t know how to answer this question) and “where will you be hiking”. While holding the cheapest boot to my chest I meekly replied, “I’m going on a 10 day trek in Nepal”. David gave me that look, that same look Brian’s been giving me recently. So I put the boot back down and asked what he would suggest.

Ten minutes later, I was climbing on fake rocks in the middle of the REI store in 350 dollar hiking boots while David asked me how my toes where feeling…

…yes the universe has most definitely rearranged itself.

eye of the tiger

10 Sep

Considering Brian and I leave for Nepal in seven weeks, we decided that it was time to get serious. We needed a plan- a training schedule of sorts to build up our stamina, so that our 10 day trek at high altitude through the Himalayas isn’t a painful experience. Ok, let’s be honest, it’s probably me who needs the training schedule  if I am going to survive a 10 day trek through the Himalayas, but let’s just say “we” anyway. If I were a betting woman I would say that our friends and families are less concerned about how Brian is going to fare in this whole situation.

Perfect case in point- on Friday night I met Brian and his friend Ramsey for a drink. The minute I sat down out the table Ramsey told me that he heard about our upcoming trip, then he laughed (a very loud and guttural laugh) and told me that he thought I was going to die on the trek. Yes, he was being playful (I hope). Yes, he had had a few margarita’s (too many) but still…this is a bad sign, right? Not only does the image of me trekking produce a guttural laugh from a person I barely know but it also inspires jokes about death!

I will say that I got a laugh out of imagining myself hanging from a helicopter in a rescue basket while being airlifted out of the Himalayas. We all did actually. Brian also assured me that if this happens he will take lots of pictures for the blog, on his fancy high-resolution camera no less.

Trust me, I can understand why people are unsure about me on this trek. I’m a sensitive girl and I don’t just mean emotionally. I happen to have the world’s most sensitive stomach. It’s easily affected by changes in diet, travel and stress. Brian learned this first hand when I spent most of our trip to Nicaragua with a stomach ache on a pool chair. I’m also incredibly sensitive to the cold. My extremities have been known to turn a ghastly blueish white in the winter months…in LA. In case you didn’t know, LA isn’t known for its cold weather.

When you look up the word “rugged” in the dictionary you’re probably not going to find a picture of me accompanying it. But i’d like to think that what I lack in physical strength, I make up for with spirit.

So when the opportunity arose to trek through the Himalayas, an overly confident, “YES!!”  rolled out of my mouth, and it was only after I received an email from Earthbound Expeditions, the organization we will be trekking with, entitled “how to prepare for your trek” did I realize that I may have gotten myself in over my head.

You mean, I don’t just show up for this trek? I need to prepare for it??

Clearly a training schedule was needed. Cue the Rocky theme song music, please.

The plan- complete one very long hike every weekend until we leave on the trip. This weekend we tackled a 5.5 mile hike up a trail called Paseo Miramar in the Santa Monica mountains. Note- this trail has a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean the entire way up but has no shade cover. None. And the sun was a punishing sun yesterday. It kinda made me feel like I was going insane by hour two. I swear I saw Jesus. It was so hot in fact that I got to witness a girl get rescued by the fire department for suffering from heat stroke. It was a pretty dramatic scenario. There was a helicopter and everything. I’m just happy it wasn’t me because that would have been a truly embarrassing start to this whole training thing.

Here is a photo of Brian in a sliver of shade we found. He looks so happy doesn’t he?

and here’s a picture of us at the top!

After one hike I am feeling very confident that I will NOT die while trekking. I got this.

1 down! 7 more to go!!


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“Can’t we go somewhere with a pool?”

28 Aug

Recently, I paid a visit to my mom’s house to have breakfast, do laundry (yes, I still go to my mothers to do laundry. Hey, it’s a hell of a lot better than going to a laundromat in my opinion. Does your laundromat serve you scrambled eggs?? I think not) and tell her all about our upcoming trip to Nepal.

I was going on and on and on about our 10 day trek through the mountains, the Buddhist temples we will see, the food we will eat and showing her lots and lots of pictures of  animals that we will see during our time in the Chitwan National Park –  a Bengal tiger! A one horned Rhinoceros! A crocodile!

When I was done, I looked over and realized that not only did my mom look excited for me but she looked rather amused.

“What’s so funny, Mom”? I asked

She said, “I was just thinking back to when you were a little girl, maybe 7, and I wanted to take you on an African safari during your summer break. I thought it would be any kid’s dream to go to Africa and see all these amazing animals. I was so excited to tell you the news. After explaining that we would be in an open air jeep and sleeping in tents, I looked over and realized you looked pained.

and you said “Can’t we just go somewhere with a pool”?

“Can’t we just go somewhere with a pool??”- I mean really, Kate. A pool won out over an African safari? I’m not quite sure when I became a fan of adventure. When I was a kid, I hated most things that involved being “uncomfortable”. I hated summer camps- especially the organized activity part. I hated swimming in the ocean- so much sand. I hated skiing- so much snow. I hated strenuous things in general.

My, my, how things have changed. Now there is nothing that excites me more than going on an adventure and my fondest memories from my twenties include my travels. My time couchsurfing (translation- sleeping in strangers homes) through Panama still takes the cake.

I got such a laugh out of picturing my 7-year-old self with a pained look saying…”Can’t we just go somewhere with a pool?”

What a brat.

Although, I will admit that I still get glimpses of her sometimes. I definitely looked a bit pained the other day when Brian read me the below paragraph from our Nepal guide-book…

“Outside Kathmandu and Pokhara, the “squat toilet” is the norm…

next to the squat toilet is a bucket and/or tap, which has a twofold function; flushing the toilet and cleaning the nether regions (with the left hand only) while still squatting over the toilet…”,

To which I replied, “please tell me that was a joke”


“Life is either a great adventure or nothing.”

Helen Keller


20 Aug

Big news! Big news! You know how one of my goals for the year was to take a big trip with Brian? Preferably an overseas trip to a destination that neither of us have ever been to? Well, we booked a trip to Nepal on Friday night! Yes, NEPAL. I get seriously giddy every time I say it. I am going to Nepal in November. NEPPPPPPAAALLLL. The land of The Himalayas, Buddhist temples, elephants, tigers and oh the tallest peak in the world Mount Everest.

We have both been itching for a big adventure but were unclear on where we wanted to go. We have been throwing around ideas for the last few weeks. Thailand? Cambodia? Laos? Croatia? Argentina? Truthfully, we both would love to go everywhere, so there wasn’t a trip that sounded bad. So we decided to keep our eyes peeled for deals and see what felt right. Cut to Wednesday night. We were lying in bed on our computers and Brian came across a “trekking and yoga” trip in Nepal. We were both instantly excited by the idea. Brian is a fan of trekking, photographing landscapes  and he’s always wanted to go to Nepal- it’s on his short list. I am a fan of yoga, spiritual places (remember last years trip to a Buddhist monastery?), adventure and breathtaking scenery, so I was sold.  I also read that I will get to ride an elephant while there. I mean, amazing, right?

I will admit  that I am a little nervous about the whole trekking thing. When you think Kate McClafferty, you don’t see trekking either, do you? It’s ok. I’m not offended. I’m having a hard time picturing it as well. But I am always game for a good adventure and, I thought…if one was to ever go on a trek in their lifetime, what better place to trek than through Nepal. It’s kinda like the world’s trekking capital. So what that I will be walking for 6 hours a day. Totally doable, right? No. Big. Deal. In a moment of panic I did say to Brian that I hope I don’t die while trekking. He told me he thinks I am being a bit dramatic. Me, dramatic?

I’ve decided to just focus on the fact that I am going to Nepal in November with the man I love, instead of worrying about the whole trekking thing. After we booked the trip, I proceeded to spend the rest of the evening scouring the internet for pictures, blogs and info about Nepal. Getting more and more excited with each new picture. I am going to NEPAL!

Here are a few of my favorite shots…Oh and have any of you ever been to Nepal? Any tips?


“That’s the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesn’t matter much whether you get where you’re going or not. You’ll get there anyway. Every good hike brings you eventually back home.

–  Edward Abbey