At the Monkey Temple + wine thoughts.

Hidden at the back of the Monkey temple.

I drank two bottles of wine tonight and decided to thoroughly clean my kitchen.

I never really got crazy drunk during my travels.  I had a few beers. Got tipsy while Bravo looked on with disapproving eyes, but I never got legless.

Maybe its due to travel stamina.  Maybe an inside part of me stopped me from going overboard.

I remember being invited by a bunch of Kathmandu traveler 'smokers' to join them at an after party.  While apart of  me wanted to I also thought, I could do this shit back home and I I wanted to get up early and see shit.

I got the vibe those people were doing it more for the coolness factor than hanging out and meeting new people and chatting. Picture 3 week old dreadlocks and hipster pants) I felt it was plastic.  Was I to judgmental?

So I went back to my guest house and slipped into bed while Bravo read his book.  In the bed across from me.

JUST TO CLARIFY.